Overthinking Poems
All the crimes I've committed
by Kira Walker
What if the perfect murder
Is all that i do on my own?
What if i can't go further
And I'll have to do it all alone?
I look in the mirror and
Don't see myself anymore
All i see is a lifeless body,
A stranger looking, a faded blur
......
Une fleur.
by Brianna LeBlanc
La fleur est rouge,
La fleur est bleue,
Et l’autre fleur est jaune…
Mais, qu’en est-il de la fleur qui a ne pas une couleur?
Est-ce qu’il est ne pas beau?
Ou ne pas bien pour les yeux?
TANT PIS.
Je m’en fiche,
......
on overthinking
by Clio Burns
a whirlwind
of
thoughts
arriving
unwanted
and unprovoked
telling me
over
and over
and
......
Left Thoughts
by Precious Whispers
I remember that instant I talked to you,
Staring at the moon, and as I noticed
The dulcet tones of nightfall.
The words I uttered and focussed
On what actually really mattered.
Was it the losing or the gaining,
Or rather the failing and winning,
Then was it part of the ageing?
......
The Chain’s Curse
by Abel Alaw
Of what lives, on the ridgepole
at the edge of our nipa roof,
I did not know.
Someone told me: “Don’t look,
and there be none.
A-second peek. And there you see
A link chain.
Silver-plated, bracelet-long.
......
All the crimes I've committed
by Kira Walker
What if the perfect murder
Is all that i do on my own?
What if i can't go further
And I'll have to do it all alone?
I look in the mirror and
Don't see myself anymore
All i see is a lifeless body,
A stranger looking, a faded blur
......
The Chain’s Curse
by Abel Alaw
Of what lives, on the ridgepole
at the edge of our nipa roof,
I did not know.
Someone told me: “Don’t look,
and there be none.
A-second peek. And there you see
A link chain.
Silver-plated, bracelet-long.
......
Une fleur.
by Brianna LeBlanc
La fleur est rouge,
La fleur est bleue,
Et l’autre fleur est jaune…
Mais, qu’en est-il de la fleur qui a ne pas une couleur?
Est-ce qu’il est ne pas beau?
Ou ne pas bien pour les yeux?
TANT PIS.
Je m’en fiche,
......
Left Thoughts
by Precious Whispers
I remember that instant I talked to you,
Staring at the moon, and as I noticed
The dulcet tones of nightfall.
The words I uttered and focussed
On what actually really mattered.
Was it the losing or the gaining,
Or rather the failing and winning,
Then was it part of the ageing?
......
on overthinking
by Clio Burns
a whirlwind
of
thoughts
arriving
unwanted
and unprovoked
telling me
over
and over
and
......
