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I am tired
I come home from a long day at work
With the ******* of coworkers
And hordes of families letting
Pesky ******* children jump around
Putting hands in the toppings
Touching the glass cases
Throwing tantrum
After tantrum
After ******* tantrum
Rude *** ladies who act like it’s my fault the machine broke
Want to be rude to the nice woman who has 4 kids and wanted to sit in
One of the two booths
Yet, she had to move her *** with 1 kid to take their spot
Spend 3 hours cleaning up after people who left the store looking like a junkyard
Not getting enough money for the **** I go through
I am ******* tired
My feet hurt from the continuous throbbing of running around like a chicken who just had its head cut off
My knees are sore from the never-ending squatting of refilling spoon trays

Head is vibrating from the bass of the secret festival I did not expect
I want nothing more but to sleep for hours on end
To spend the day in my bed
No bra
No pants
Wrapped tightly in a blanket and watching Scott pilgrim vs. the world for the hundredth time
Nothing more but to walk into my room
And fall on the bed and get lulled to sleep
I’ve had a terrible long day
Matter of fact a long *** week
Soon to be a long *** month
But I will still endure a full 8-hour shift
Hearing screaming children
Cleaning after rude, lazy, incompetent mothers who don't watch their sons

Come home hook my phone to a charger and talk to you until you no longer have internet
Or you fall asleep
I will have a painstakingly long day
Where all I want is the comfort of my blue quilted blanket
And my 6 fluffy pillows
But would rather stay up and text you
Hear about your day
Tell you about mine
Push off the nagging feeling of droopy eyes
Just to call you weeb
Just to tell you how much I miss you
And even if it is 5 minutes
Or 2
I will stay up and wait for your message
I am tired
But will never be tired of talking to you
actual time stamp also was lowkey a rant
It’s too noisy these days
I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen
Seems everybody’s got something to say
Leave me alone please
I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore
I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all

-AJT
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
                                             of alcohol

watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
                                         this drought

but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
                              will overflow

I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
                         phantom limb

how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
                               warm drink

then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
                             tattered clothes

this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
                         avoid fisticuffs

no promises.
Lewis Irwin Oct 2018
I think I understand it now, life that is,
How easy it is to lose the sense of control in all this.
We're trapped like animals and on a conveyor belt,
Awaiting judgement from a consuming generation, but hell,
I'm guiltily part of that as well.

I think I get how people get lost in the numbness of judgement and consumption,
We're all consumers consuming humour and a humans convulsions.
That repetitive nature of the newest generations has change the world,
No longer do we fight the same fight and stand beside the typical Gerald.
We look to be hurt by others and take a leap of ill-faith into broken people,
Expecting them to catch us when they can't even find love to love themselves; never mind other people.

We hurt ourselves to pause the conveyor belt,
We harm ourselves to draw blood and feel pain and escape our modern hell.
We snap like thin hard wax and damage our perfect bodies,
When we're so powerful; we could revolt and fill the lobbies.

We can make a change, stop the automatic production,
But in a modern world, we're the creators of our own destruction.
This ramble comes from the coping mechanism of hurting yourself to feel in control of your life.
Just something I wished to shed light on and get off my chest.
Diana Santiago Oct 2018
Mornings and I don't get along
We are like oil and water
There is no sweet connection
They don't ever get my attention

Conversations invade my mental fog
Please be quiet and don't speak
Give me just five minutes to clear out
Before closing me in with words from your mouth

Allow me to refuel with some caffeine
Marinate my senses through coffee beans
Let it break up the fogginess screen
For if you don't I will let out a piercing scream
Not a morning person whatsoever! When people who are too hyper start conversations with me early in the morning it irritates me to no end! Good morning to all anyway! :)
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