Naomi Hurley Jul 13

I like to change the color of my hair
Every few weeks
My five year plan gets crossed through
Before one tally can leave the queue
Routine is a bore
Monotony is a slow death
The Naomi Doldrums
Strike again.

I've lived in three different states
In three different years
Across the country and back around
I've never been one for
"Settling down"

Yet somehow...

I trusted you
To put on this ring
To make a plan
Involving more than just me
Being tied down was a fear
But I've never felt more free

Routine isn't so bad
Monotony is a dream
If I get to love you like this
In a way before unseen

What a new style of living
Of which I was so unaware
But I cannot promise you consistency...
                        with the color of my hair.

James Rhine is the love of my life, and that will never change.
BrokenSpeed Jul 10

We stare at each other nothing more than that,
We still continue our daily routine
Look, walk, pass and stare

Each time, we cross paths
We make an eye contact as I look down and you look away
It's been like this everyday

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our routine
We still have it for 2 years now

You're having a good time as I'm breakin down,
You smile when I frown
You're so happy but I'm always angry

It's been that way for 2 years now
I've shed so many tears
You've laughed so many times
All that I ever do, ends up as crimes

Look, walk,pass and stare
It's been our routine for far too long
No words were ever exchanged
Just glances all the time

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our routine
We still have it for 2 years now

Yell, cuss and fight that's what's inside my mind,
Laugh, play, kid around that's what's you're always doing when I'm around

Look.. Look..  Nothing more
Walk... Walk... Run away
Pass.. Pass... I can't breathe...
Stare... Stare..  Oh I'm dying on the inside

Out little game has never ended
Me and You still have this going on for far too long,
This has become a daily routine

We're still reacting like this
We're complete strangers
We had confrontations but never have we talked

Only our eyes speak as we look at each other but in the end we are nothing more than nothing

Smiles and Glares
Laughs and Cries
We still stick to our usual routine
We still stick to our daily routine

Look, Walk, Pass and Stare
Look, Walk, Pass and Stare....

BrokenSpeed

Routine, a poem that describes two strangers. Those two strangers don't know each other but always have a routine which is look, walk, pass and stare. When they are close, they look at each other. Walk along like they don't know each other. Pass like nothing's wrong. And stare at one another when they pass. An untold story of a happy guy and a depressed girl... In other words, My Life....
Hadiy Syakir Jul 4

I hate routine
and eventhough
I hate it,
with all my guts
with all my life
with all my veins
and I have been
saying it
for as long
as I have lived
I am still
doing it
embracing it
enduring it
for almost
two years
I have been
out there
every single
weekdays
from seven to six
without fail
except for
those days
where I cannot move
or think
and sometimes
it stretched until
eight, nine at night
and there were
few times
where it stretched
to ten, eleven
close to midnight
and I have
to go out again
the next day
to do it again
to force
the cycle
and to force
myself
to jump over
the hurdle
just to get
a bowl
full of noodle
and I believe
it is the best
of all routine
that able
to be served
to the human
of all layers
of all levels
of all stratas
that are
desperately
in need of
a life.

So if you
ask me again
why do
I hate routine
please allow me
to ask you back
after all that
I have went through
How can I not say
that I hate routine?

26/4/14

I'm so sick of myself
Sick of being alone with myself all the time
Sick of looking at these tattoos
Sick of being me
I grow so tired of doing the same routine every day
By myself every day
I put myself first now
But doing that is getting really old
They say insanity is doing the same things the same way & expecting a different result
I don't expect a different result
I just hope for one
Because I can't take much more of this
I'm supposed to learn to love myself
To be ok being alone with myself
But the longer I'm alone
The more I grow to hate myself
And miss who I used to be more and more
I don't know how you do it
Take drug after drug to escape
When I'm realizing it's not working for me
It doesn't do anything anymore
Trying to escape through alcohol
It's a numbing agent pure and simple
It doesn't keep me from thinking of you
It doesn't make me happier
It's about as worthless as I feel.  
I've ruined all my relationships
I can't fix a fucking thing
Everyone has moved on
And I'm still standing here covered in regret and     emptiness.

Sean Clarke Jun 6

I fear my mind is breaking.
It ripples.
And shakes.
And inevitably builds it self again.
I've never been the one to be in control, But i feel even less so now.
Even at the moment the world wobbles.
The morning...Maybe the evening?
I can't tell.
But Ive been feeling that this time is running thin.
Ive been breaking from within .
Wispy thoughts of grander things keeping me akin to a boy.
Or maybe a Man? Something in between?
But it feels like pain, sorta like death, like fading warmth.
Something like a ball of ice cold pessimism I can't shake.
a fever dream of a psychotic break.
like a fear of tomorrow.

Have you guys Even felt like this?
Hollow Jun 6

Awake and a little bothered.
It's okay though.
I'm not that sober.
The usual routine.
Crush. Roll. Light.
It's my best past time.
One of my favorite outlets.
Forgetting to turn off the buzzer.
Remembering it's all in your head.
Being awakened with a reminder.
A reminder needeth be remembered.


Pause.


Don't forget to breath.


Okay.

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Jake Hageman Jun 5

The same routine
I sit and scheme
My words will set me free.
I have my mind
I have my pen so nothing can silence me.
Words are drawn on the page created one by one.
They tell the story of a broken man.
On a search for something different, something new.
Day in and day out the same routine at hand.
It's time for him to grow up
It's time to be a man.
Change is part of life and that's just how it goes.
But when life doesn't change at all that's when he begins to question it all.

there's a bitter taste in cycles
a wilted face in walking down aisles
there's a lack of enjoyment in rituals
nothing is enticing
with knowing the preempt ways
of the physical
tradition feels abit too mechanical
nothing is exciting
in knowing what will be written
in your will
a life - having steps to follow
is a dance with less rhythm
a dance with movement that is hollow

- t.m

Lawrence Hall May 22

A Morning Dialogue with One’s Self

I.
(As both the alarm clock and the smart phone make unpleasant noises)

Today is the first day of the rest of…
Put a sock in it, all right? It’s too early
For optimism. Two feet to the floor
Yes, two feet, same number as last night

II.
(The bed does not care whether it is made up)

Not making the bed. Those two feet forward
North to the kitchen and the coffee pot
Switch on. Window humidity-streaked
Cats posing prettily in the dawn-light

III.
(The coffee machine gurgles happily)

A fresh new day, and with it new adventures
Still not making up that bed.  Don’t gotta.

just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

have long stopped longing
for adventure and smiles
have discarded all things
that enlivened me inside  

have no life, do not care
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

you look like me
I look like you

each passing year
we just wait here
for no person
for no place
for all things to
magically change

like two brothers
rusting together
like two brothers
rusting together  

just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

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