Jan 28

Oh routine you are gorgeous
Let me feel nor old nor young
Oh routine, all my emotions
They are simply dead and gone
Cause routine, you are here
And you're making me flow
From the minute to day
To the week and Monday
All the way to the night
You're my day-satellite
Nothing new on my way
And as long as you stay
There won't be a single creation.

All I have is the routing vane
And the color of hay
Lighting everyday
Even blood of my veins
And the pulse of my brain
Have the same and old color
Of routine-blinded pain.

Some just begin to rise
Others begin to fall
People's sleeping changes with dusk
Heeding the night's call

The early bird tucks in for sleep
The night owl wires up for fun
As people continue their daily cycles
With the disappearance of the sun

Phoebe Hynes
Phoebe Hynes
Dec 28, 2016

It appears that every middle aged woman,
feels the need to drink decaf coffee religiously,
all day,
without a jolt.
Is it a habit they couldn’t break,
from the time when they were a caffeine fiend?  
Is it simply because Americanos,
frick them up?

Every woman who requests such an order,
has the same short perm-curl-like hairstyle,
and a similar quiet,
passive aggressive attitude.
“I’m not a soccer mom”
slithering through,
the cracks of their teeth,
from the discomfort in their
elementary-school-picture-day smile.

Maybe I’m unobservant
and it’s actually just the same woman,
who comes in often tending to her routine,
chain-downing decaf Americanos.

I might just be too vigilant lately,
and the idea,
of similar people,
indulging in such café party fouls,
is a threat,
and a punch in my,
perfectly pressed,
espresso shot.

Dec 6, 2016

i wake up
3 hours later than i intend to
eyelids heavy
throat rough
my spine feels like snapping in half
i drink water, all of it, in what
seems like
maybe 3 gulps
imagining, hoping
thinking it's alcohol
(god knows i need it)

i get up
my knees feel like
they're about to pop off
and i walk
(more like limp) to the bathroom
take a fucking cold shower
just to wake myself up
stimulate me for the dreadful day ahead
i realize i'm running fucking late, but
i don't do shit about it

and i emerge
still quite stinky
not even feeling new
i feel worn, torn, tired through my bones

i dress up in my school uniform
white polo
sky blue skirt
i look at myself
you're so fucking ugly
i look like shit

i go about my day
laughing at awful jokes
actually listening in class
going back and forth from feeling worthlessness
and boredom
almost obsessive thoughts about
my uncertain future
that frightening unknown
a big ol' fucking question mark,
what the hell am i doing

i go home
take off my shoes
and listen to the news
a plane has crashed
there are no survivors
i see fragments of that thing
scattered everywhere
on that mountain
there is no guilt that follows as i think,
i wish i was on that plane

i rinse off the dirt
the sin
from my body
i go to bed
i don't pray
i don't know how to pray
i haven't prayed in a while,
sure as hell not gonna start now
so i just lay there on my mattress
wide open
and i wish, i fucking wish
i wasn't

N H Nabass
N H Nabass
Dec 3, 2016

it's crushing me
a weight on my chest pushing harder and harder until I am gasping for air, my
thoughts are swarming and

i can't breathe
my anxiety is suffocating

it's suffocating


Early morning routine.
Nov 23, 2016

In a new place despite being in an old home
There's pain in a good man's soul, but there is also hope in better dreams
You endure disappointment and subsquent apologies
-in hopes of infinite salvation
Permanently remaining in a state of anticipation destined to an exhausting routine.

Nicole Bataclan
Nicole Bataclan
Nov 13, 2016

Today, I am saying yes
Today, I am saying I will
Today, All that I ever was
I am taking along with us.

I will bring home dessert
Even when you do not ask me
I will tell you the story
When you are not sharing it with me.

In the morning, I will continue talking
Even if you do not answer
Until you have had your coffee;
And in the evening, so tired,
You will hug me
While I am already sleeping.

It is not a lifetime I promise
But a routine we will cherish
It is not a lifetime I promise
But a routine we both wish

I will take your quirks and talents
I will embrace your light and darkness

Today I am saying yes
To the past, to now,
To our future, I vow.

I will not love you til the day I die
I will love you every day we live our lives.

Today we say we do
Today we say forever;
And I am yours,
Just the same, a little more each day;
Long after.

#love   #life   #gay   #wedding   #friendship   #marriage   #everyday   #yours   #routine   #ordinary  
Oct 25, 2016

Some days I am only human,
Burdened by a choice of
Which elegant wine?

Existence lingers on non-linear lines
While loneliness seeps in by surprise.
This place is just a home for the greedy,
Ill and confined.

Armed against one another
With needles and knives,
We all weep swollen-eyed.

Quick, think.
Where will you go when you lose your mind?
Come find me and I’ll tell you,
Consciousness is not a waste of time.

They say this is freedom,
A place safe to confide.
Well where will you go when the doctors prescribe?

Force-fed till we swell
With lies.

Home is no place to find.

You see some days I am a god,
Dirty and free.
I have peace in my heart
This angry mouth is a sign.

But I won’t vanish.
I will watch from aware eyes,
As they glide through the streets
Following paths well-defined.

By force of parent or government,
The machines arise.
I retreat to my mask,
Do my homework and post online.

How is this freedom?
How is this human?
Are you even alive?

Why don’t you transcend this?
Your feet are your wings,
I promise you can do more than just survive.

"Fall through space, out of mind with me"

A slam poem inspired by:
Empire Ants- Gorillaz
My hatred for constant routine
aniket nikhade
aniket nikhade
Oct 4, 2016

Let the present moment in time settle in it’s entirety
Let everything come back to normal from where it started as it is,
as it used to be and as it was prior.
Let everything come back to normal
Let today be a part of routine as was yesterday
Everything will get worked out,
everything will fall in it’s place,
if one decides not to give up.

Odds are part of life
Odds have got a place and make there presence felt in life,
however, life is also incomplete without the inclusion of odds as a part of life
Odds when tackled successfully and overcomed they then determine the calibre, capability and expertise of an individual.

If something has happened for good, then good will be followed by better and better by best, if it’s decided to continue along the same line of getting things done.

To start with something of which there is a faint idea that something like this can be done is the easiest thing
To continue along with the same is an uphill task and that is what is known as doing something apart,
different from routine,
however, everything in life happens over a period of time and so does expertise, which is gained only when experience is earned.

So one way or the other
In someway for sure
Bottomline has always remained the same as it is forever,
Never give up in life,
then no matter what comes along your way.
Always remember
Keep it in mind and follow the same
Never give up in life.

J R Eberhardt
J R Eberhardt
Sep 13, 2016

O'clock O clock
It rings and rings
The faucet drips
A kettle sings

O'clock Clock in
It coughs and beep
The keyboards clack
A cubicle weeps

O'clock Clock out
Cough again beep
The sirens whine
A child sleeps

O'clock O clock
It rings and rings
The faucet drips
A kettle sings

#fear   #noise   #life   #time   #empty   #clock   #silence   #cycle   #routine   #circle  
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