YES I DID YES I DID YES I DID YES I DID......
I DID, I DID, I DID
Magnificent Mistake It would be To speak to yourself So cruelly, Lying to yourself, Saying: You are only worth As much As your productivity
Like a maiden on her first night Though she is more experienced Than you’ll ever be Blood, sweat and tears On her palms Not ever her knees She will reveal who you are Battle wounds and scars Not hers to wear But yours forever to bear Who will you be? A successor to her dreams? Or a failure in the midst, Of her unforgiving blitz
There's a hole in my brain
From losing part of my mind here, And after nearly two years The trash cans still look at me funny. Nonetheless, I've never laughed so much, Worked so hard, Or slumbered so little in my life, and In the words of a wise man: " You won't remember the nights you spent sleeping!" So indeed, Here I am, Back again, On my day off, Running on zero sleep, And realizing That I actually will miss this place...
Schedules; Deadlines; Dates, A revolving strain on time, A resulting Pressure For proven effort; Will Our productivity Decide Our professional fate? We look inward, And contemplate, And find Our update Is late
I met a man, a gardener,
Who told of an auspicious seed. He worked the seed, carefully Its flower never seen. The villagers would glance at him, In times when things were looking dim His ambitious eyes and sallowed skin Reminded them to not give in. When his work-struck shoulder stiffened, strained back outed, He still worked his seed. And it never sprouted. Until one off-beat Thursday morn, the man did not get out of bed. He passed away that fateful night, The patch was left an empty stead. The village gathered for the mass A crowd with eyes of glass, They stood and spoke, with admiration, Of his hard-laboured inspiration - unforgotten. Outside the Church, in the man's humble patch, A seed sprouted, flourished - hatched: Eden would have paled to see The tree that came from this mere seed, Hard work and dedication- A tribute to his legacy.
Motionless I sit as the seasons change.
Inside behind my workspace I spend hours on end. Until the days dissipate into ashes Like the cigarette that rests in the seam of my fingers. Inhaling I exhaust the fuel that burns my lungs. Charred from my addiction. I sit and I wait for The Clock to hit seven.
Im Tired of working so much lol
instant coffee under
fluorescent lighting looking out over paradise looking out over the dream they’re nearly dead already just repetitive motions in tedious movements while redundant music plays overhead in the grim atmosphere instant coffee under fluorescent lighting and some say only the insane should be institutionalized.
I’m humming so that I can’t hear them But they can hear me And hate my humming But how else do I cope? Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
"Honestly if you dont care
You could just say it Or you'll keep being haunted, But if you keep it inside Forces will collide Cause we both know that this is important Your unsteady hands And awkward glances Seriously wont last forever, We should sit this down; Put our issues to the ground Cause its better now than never I know how you feel I understand your pain But there's no need to push it farther, The dice has been rolled, The game has begun We'll end it one way or another You think you're not worth it And the world wouldn't mind If it lost another angel To the other side If your time has not come And your star has not shone There's a reason you have not yet won For the choices you make Have already been placed For success is a job well done"
I am sad Π^Π