There once was a man without job,
Who frankly was quite the heartthrob.
He wrote rhymes quite good,
Reverse syntax could,
So why does he yet have no job.
Yeah, you're miles away,
and we're lit bit alone.
But after all this time,
You're coming home.
I never let it show,
but i feel sad sometimes...
cuz when you leave,
my heart brokes in pieces.
But all this things you do,
and the best part is when you say:
-I'm coming home.
We know you heart is always with us.
your calls keep me warm,
and help me throuth the storms...
but i know understand that is life.
i'm always counting the days,
for listening and you say,
baby i'm coming home.
i ❤ u
-d.***
nothing Jan 4
they say if you
don’t make dollars,
you don’t make sense

but im just a high
school kid, getting paid
10 pence, for a
backbreaking job

im coherent, and
its tolerable,
you see

this phrase doesn’t make
much sense to me
Kelly Hogan Dec 2018
Today I feel small,
Smaller than the pebble
Beneath your shoe.

I didn't know I'd fall,
Crumble at the criticism
Delivered by you.

It made me question it all,
Wonder if I have what it takes
To see this job through.

I need to learn to stand tall,
Not take it so personally
But that's not such an easy thing to do.
Must be the holidays, full moon, etc. Today was a rough day.
Quiet whispers of dawn
Springs softly upon the fawn of  your rested brow
My eyes gaze with fondest affection.
Drawing me inwards
to perfection
With deepest regret
The final curtain has been drawn
Am left with a brief sense of emptyness
My whole life is shattered, the last kiss. upon your lips
will ever be our last.
Shadow Dragon Nov 2018
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
Shea Nov 2018
The poets job is to think too much
To over-analyze the situations
They are in
Or exaggerate the way they felt
For someone to understand.

The poets job is to use words
As a form of catharsis
So far this way has left
nothing but pain

The poets job is to convey
A world inside their mind
With the words
And leave no emotion behind
To reminisce on things
They hardly remember
Cause they feel too much
For a past
They hardly lived

Or maybe it's just me
That feels this way
But the job we share
Is to entertain
Or strike a thought
To take our lives
And put it into words
On a paper
Because without it
We could not do our job
And our job is to feel
Dev Nov 2018
While yes, I have a résumé
It does no justice describing mé

So I'll leave this here for all to see
All I ask is please hire me

I'm great with sales
and communication
I can create tales
with no hesitation

Been fixing PCs since '99
Right after I broke all of mine

I don't do drugs
I don't cause fights
I won't give shrugs
to new insights

I can Photoshop best selling ads
and tell corny jokes just like most dads

I write HTML
and CSS
I can kinda spell
At least try my best

Started my first business in 5th grade
Profiting from the paper airplane trade

I'm a fast learner,
a problem solver,
a trust earner,
an idea causer,
a spreadsheet slayer,
a real team player

While I'm no photography guru
I've actually had a paid gig or two

Dove into video editing
way back when MySpace was a thing

Oh yeah. Plus I'm proficient with Microsoft Office.
This is a work in progress but I'd love critiques like formatting, poetic grammar, etc. I may consider submitting this on job applications.
Haylin Nov 2018
He's the guy next door....
He's a guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
He's a fireman....
A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.
He's a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.
He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.
He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again....
He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.
He lives it.
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