Monday's here again
and off to work I go to to do it all again and countdown to that next fix.
i'm a never ending monday morning
you're a never ending friday night
We're all just zeros and ones
on a mailing list somewhere we signed up for on a whim Waiting for days to pass into darkness and oblivion because who knows if we matter in the grand scheme of things Against this background of wars and weather change we fight battles with paperwork who's turn it was to load the dishwasher Who would notice if we disappeared lost in the wilderness
A Poem a Day: Monday Mood
When you write a poem
It makes **** more real The emotions Come to life And you feel Everything All over again Tears resurface Anger bubbles over All that **** Comes back Into existence When all you wanted Was for it To go away Forever That's why You wrote the poem You wanted All the **** Gone Banished But writing it Makes it real All over again Maybe that's Why people Don't write anymore Maybe that's Why people Stop feeling things Then they Don't have To feel them Again
"Don't you want to make it work?"
I asked Tears in my eyes Begging you to stay Clutching your hand In desperation My heart quivering Fearing the answer You might give Nothing ever hurt me As much as you saying No You didn't You were done The cold swept in And took me away Far far From you Because next to you I was getting Frost bite No longer smitten Just ****** And frost bitten
Even though I walked for an hour
In the snow melt mist Threading my boots Through the brown salt muck and flotsam Winter's junk food wrappers The city just stared vacantly At its own face in the lake ice Seemingly as uninspired as me
Not every day can be poetic, right?
Oh how I dread you Can you just go away for one more day Tuesday You could be anything or nothing at all You're just Tuesday Wednesday **** DAY I finally get to look forward to the weekend Thursday The day before Friday Anything could happen, but it wouldn't count Friday The most annoying day because of Rebecca Black But it means we have 2 days of no ******* Saturday Thank you for no school But sadly you go by too fast Sunday Ruined because you know tomorrow is Monday The one day I remember to do my homework
on your hands says it all people fear what they don't know
Feeling mundane on a Monday
Feeling like a Sunday every single day Need some kind of healing, But instead I'm concealing Don't want to be revealing of my inner disarray