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possibly Jul 2018
I want a love like Mondays.
It is coffee with headaches and early mornings.
It is work.
It is the longest day.
It is a fresh start.
It is knowing it only gets better from here.
we are feeling loved and giddy again
Lynnia Jul 2018
i stayed up too late
writing this rhyme
i can’t even bear
to look at the time
they say, “close your eyes”
they don’t know jack
closed eyes do not help
an insomniac
my body’s asleep
my brain is on fire
can’t seem to convince
myself that i’m tired
i do my best thinking
snug in my bed
while thoughts irish line dance
their way through my head
my mother won’t have it
she gave me some tea
but i still can’t seem
to catch any z’s
maybe my inner clock’s
way out of whack?
i still can’t help being
an insomniac.
Written at 1:27 AM on a Monday morning when I had to get up at 7:30. Happy Monday to me . . .
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2018
Monday has a bad reputation


Before dawn,
Already frowned upon.
A lousy onset
Before it even started.


Monday has a bad reputation
I am dragging myself out of bed


When I should be clenching my fists,
Going in for the ****.


The titillating hope of the beginning
The victory dance when one wins
You gave me Friday this morning.


I have been in love with you
Since that first night
I laid eyes on you;


Still turning it around
Eight years in.


You and I,
An empty bar,

Rewriting Monday's light.
Sophia Jun 2018
As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Song


Love is Monday.
Love is Tuesday.
Love is Wednesday.
Love is every day.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Poetic T Apr 2018
Solace subsides when this
               day gains ground.

But like storms passing
        a new day ebbs closer,

                           to the weekend.
prompt was Tuesday, once Monday is gone the weekend hurtles nearer 20words
Jiawen 张 Oct 2017
An international wire transfer was made last Monday.
2,000 dollars were sent to China from America.
I expected the money would arrive in China in 2 days.
Like, how it takes 2 days for my yearly 35,000-dollar tuition
To be sent from China to America.
    
I continued my week as usual.
I went to Aldi, a German company,
To get some groceries.
It was fast and cheap with good-quality products.
    
I went to Walmart, an American company,
To get more groceries.
I waited in line for 30 minuets.
It was slow and cheap with known-brand products.
    
That international wire transfer made last Monday,
Still wasn’t received on next Monday.
It went through an intermediate American bank,
Because my bank itself doesn’t do international transactions.
My money is still on its way to China from America.
#SomethingFunny
blake Mar 2018
maybe the worst day of the week isn't monday.

maybe it's the day you get ignored
Britney Garcia Mar 2018
Something about the way the crack of dawn seeps life into your
shadows
With the blinds intricate lines displayed upon your ribs

Something about the awareness associated with a start of a new day
...Hours
...Coffee
...Bills
People

More people

The ensuing chaos

And all you really want to do is stay here and be consumed by the morning glory
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