Overstimulated Poems - Poems about Overstimulated

...The sound of your rose petal blush sunsetting on your face Feels like my goosebumps dancing on the sky tops of my skin The smell of your mountain rain hair crying sounds like a mid-day summer show......

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...I would move mountains for all the working mothers: To untangle our communities and have someone see their true colors. To stop mothers from carrying the brunt of communal dysfunction, To guide a......

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...An Ex-President goes thump No one jumps Current President falls America harrumphs Apathy abounds throughout the land... What moves people, what stimulates their glands Why......

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...It seems we are at an impasse That no matter what it has always been you- And despite my futile affray it always will be I don’t want to simply be in the background to you- I want you to rememb......

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...Been through struggles as of recently Been blue, need snuggles on a daily My presence is forever a lost paradise My deliverance of sins of the past is right before my eyes The desert of lies, d......

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...Anxiousness melts off of your body, Like the ice cream in a cone, On a warm summer day. A gentle breeze to reset your, Overstimulated vibrations. You now feel the rhythm of the land. The wo......

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...Why is it, today? Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms? Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm? The third of your eyes is sighing yet again, At the inve......

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...A student hunched over a Macbook Pro gone mad with overachievement, Typed away at a fifty-page essay with aid from sleep's bereavement. As his fingers stroked the keypad's letters with pace and......

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...Beelzebub arrived between the christmas lights strung inside my dorm, Buzzing on my walls and brain to display what he must warn. Voices scream inside my head when no one is around, Dragging me ......

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...Room full of people, how could I be lonely? These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly Filling our voids with mediums of instant gra......

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...Room full of people, how could I be lonely? these days it's harder than ever to find a true homie, I'm trying to keep a grip, but I'm losing it slowly, filling our voids with mediums of instant gr......

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...out from which place that we pretend our greatest courage lies & those fears that eat at us quietly subside, whilst we are constantly being watched by others, constantly undergoing the profoundly wr......

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