#badday
She wakes to the same familiar ache,
With no vision of what the day might take.
Stepping down from the warmth of her bed,
Toward the brown door where her shadows are fed.
“Today will be good, just like the rest,”
She whispers to hope, put to the test.
But hope is a vapor, lost to the night,
As stillness is swallowed by a gathering blight.
One by one, the moments descend,
Without a pause, without a friend.
A splash of black coffee across her shoe,
The keys left behind, out of her view.
The train pulls away, a ghost on the track,
The weight of the morning begins to stack.
Is she broken? Oh, certainly not.
Though her heart is weary of the battle she’s fought,
She does not retreat, she does not turn back.
Instead, she finds light in the middle of black.
She slides the headphones over her ears,
Drowning the chaos, the silence, the fears.
With a favorite song and a book in her hand,
She builds her own peace in a fractured land.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
today is not a good day for me
when the storm cloud is the only thing i see
with gloom surrounded —and happiness numb
it brings some of my thoughts out
solemn thoughts of how I’m so alone
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
I turn the music up louder
Like it will drown out my thoughts
They just adapt to the beat.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
Is it okay,
That I don't really feel okay today?
Everyone else seemed real happy
But I just felt out of body.
Everything felt like too much,
And I couldn't stand the smallest touch.
...Is that okay?
Okay that I'm having a kinda bad day?
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
Though today wasn’t the best,
Perhaps tomorrow will be better.
A commonplace belief.
Founded upon a simple ray of hope,
Sometimes, that’s all we need.
I’ll dream about a peaceful tomorrow,
One without the strife of today,
Tomorrow’s a new day,
At least, that’s what they say.
I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
I’ll hope and pray,
That tomorrow’s better than today.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 8:31 PM UTC
It's not a bad day
It's raining outside after a night of loud thunder
It's not a bad day
I woke up in blood
It's not a bad day
I had to wash my sheets and scrub my mattress
It's not a bad day
I couldn't figure out what to wear
It's not a bad day
I couldn't look at my body without disgust
It's not a bad day
I struggled to find an outfit to make it bearable
It's not a bad day
My new thrifted necklace broke in two places
It's not a bad day
My ears started bleeding when I put in earrings
It's not a bad day
I ran out of time to do my chores before I had to leave
It's not a bad day
I have to go to the store after my college classes
It's not a bad day
The 20 dollar manicured nail polish are already chipping after 4 days
It's not a bad day
I promise
It's not a bad day
It can't be a bad day
Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 11:02 AM UTC
There is a dead beetle on the floor in the bathroom.
It has been there for weeks.
Someone must have noticed it but paid it no mind.
More than someone.
Someones.
No one has bothered its carcass.
Its legs are curled in at odd angles, not unlike an infant sleeping.
Someone would notice an infant sleeping.
An infant sleeping on the floor of a bathroom.
Or an infant dead in a bathroom on the cold, grey tiles.
The color of its dark body is in stark contrast to the light floor, but still it is ignored.
Have I been bright enough in this life to stand out?
Am I light against the dark?
Or dark against the light?
Will I be remembered?
As I slide through the experience of living, I don't know what impression I've made.
Am I the dead beetle?
Will I be the dead beetle?
My life has not been bold.
One may only presume the same of the beetle.
There are too many people in this world for me to be a true stand-out.
I merely exist.
No matter my color against the background of life, I am simply waiting to be swept away.
As inconsequential as a dead beetle in the bathroom with little attention paid.
There is a saying that everyone dies twice.
First when you leave the mortal realm.
The second time when your name is last spoken and your memory ceases to exist amongst the living.
What if you never live and are paid no mind.
Can you really die then?
What if I am not even the beetle?
What if I'm less than a drop in the bucket in the universe and I slip through the cracks of society?
At least the beetle gets a poem.
May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 4:46 PM UTC
my life has started whirling
down a sink of self doubt
I question everything I love
because my perfect life
has started to crack
revealing all the aches
I had tried to cover
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
The sun hid behind the clouds
So it could be ready to shine
Just for you when you have a bad day.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC
if funny how
a singular day
can start out good
and go downhill
really fast
because of one stupid thing
someone says
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
Chin up darling
Though the day feels so bland
I know that it's hard
Like youre stuck in quicksand
But soon the quagmire
Will ease and release
Soon I'll be home
For you to cuddle and tease
Until then, just know this:
I'll be missing you too-
So please dont be down
Or give in to the blues.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
My coffee got cold
as I sat and took
a big scary test,
that I passed all of,
except for the portion I failed.
I sipped the cold sweet latte
for comfort,
and the room temperature
liquid
washed over me.
It was snowing,
and the wet icy flakes
stung my face as I walked
to my favorite used clothing store.
I walked out again
with a luxurious pair
of twelve dollar jeans,
and a few shirts.
I splurged thirty-five
painful
dollars.
My now boyfriend
saw my ex boyfriend
walking the grounds of his college,
a rude text massage
and I knew he was there to stay.
Confirmation of my failed math test
echoed in my ears
as I talked to a very nice lady
on the phone.
Only a few minutes later
and the words of my mother
sound in my ears
telling me she made a mistake
again,
and I have to figure out
an insurance plan
on my own,
and she doesn't know how to advise me
either.
I cried into my salad
that I'm only eating
because
I hate my body,
and I feel like no one
can love me with it.
Cold coffee,
failed tests,
no money,
clothing that should be cheap
and was too expensive for me.
Worry
in every much needed expense.
Hunger in my belly
and hoping it will shrink.
It's just been a bad day.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Some days,
Things go your way
Some days,
Others, you want to cry all day.
When the worst days come
And trust me, they will,
Just start to hum,
And keep going over that hill.
When it feels like the world,
Is tumbling down,
Deep into the underworld,
And you think you may drown.
Hold your head up high,
And just push on,
Keep your face to the sky,
And focus thereon.
When everything around,
Feels like it's ablaze,
While you are fear-bound,
Trapped in a maze.
Think back to the best days,
When you saw the future bright,
For that future is always,
Just within your sight.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Today, i let myself cry hard over some stupid things. I was sooooo annoyed to the point na pag iyak nalang nagawa ko. It felt really heavy kaya bigla nalang nagburst out. Naawa ako sa sarili but at the same time mas nainis ako sa sarili ko kasi hinayaan kong ganunin ako at hinayaan ko sarili kong maramdaman yun when infact i know i am better than that. Kaso being the same usual me, mas pinili ko nalang manahimik, umintindi at umiyak. The feeling of Being taken for granted is sooo distressing. I always feel that way and believe me i super hate it but what i hate the most is the fact that i dont have the courage to stand for myself which led people around me to think that everything is okay with me. At times, I really want to be selfish and btch. Nakakapagod ding maging mabait. :(
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
The genie inside the bowl
told me of his lowest day eighteen fortnights ago.
The day he did not feel like a genie.
He awoke yet his eyes cried for the return of rest.
The one wish he could not concede
plagued his mind.
He did not know
how. He could not bend
the rules of time
to fulfill the most human
desire which is to wish
to never have to wish
that the present day
was not a bad day.
Like the transaction
between a poker dealer
and the man with no fear
in his eyes,
we barter with life on a cyclical game of poker.
Sometimes the house wins,
and it hurts like a thumb tacker.
A pair 2s is so inconsequential against
life happening.
No genie can stand in the way
of life happening.
The genie in the bowl
told me to make the most of this low day
happening, go on a stroll,
to take care of myself
and recognize that today is just a bad day.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better,
in the meantime get some sleep
and to try again tomorrow.
The genie in the bowl did give me a wish. Now I know how to recognize a bad day.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
Most days I smile,
most days I rule the world.
most days I let people see me shine
most days I conquer sadness
most days I am a dreamer.
most days I let my mind set sail on my wildest requests.
But not today;
see today I am in a bed of tears,
drowning helplessly in my sorrows.
Today I let the world see my dull eyes and worn down smile.
No see,today I lost to my sadness and it conquered me,
defeated me, today I feel like my heart is six feet under.
Today I dream of better days,
I dream the dark clouds could vanish with a wave of a hand.
Today I dream I didn't hate myself so much.
Today, my mind has gone on a quest to find happiness,true happiness.
Though today its hard, its hard to collect my thoughts when they've only been scattered like breadcrumbs.
Today love feels undeserving.
Maybe my tomorrow will be promising,
or maybe not.
Maybe i'll continue drowning,
losing myself and others around me.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
I'm feeling kinda sad today
I really don't know why
My heads so high up in the clouds
i'm floating in the sky
I feel numb to real emotion
I feel switched off inside
I'm restless and just so tired
i crave a place to hide
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
My day ****** Walk down the street and flash smiles at familiar faces. Deep down though you feel that its nothing. People walking past, keeping up their appearance, never letting down their guard or letting people know their true self. No one walks past really caring how your day went, what you are going through, or what is motivating you to keep going. They walk past flash their fake smiles and keep on with their day because just like your day, their day ****** too. It seems like we are on a hamster wheel never-ending, continuous, and just draining. Each day we get on and wear ourselves out, for what? Searching for answers, seeking purpose, guarding our emotions, and hiding our true selves. Why can't we just open up? Why not just let loose and just say whatever, who cares, eff it, because in the end does it really matter? Do the small talk and the fake smiles really make a difference for other people in our lives? Or are we putting on appearances that are unnecessary and relentless and simply just exhausting? We must make other people's days while our days **** day in and day out. We don't need a world full of Oscar the Grouches, but why can't we just try to be real and find true human connection. The more we seek this, the less happy we all become, so why not just stop acting and start being real, so you can help other people realize that their is possibly a light at the end of their tunnel, just like their could be for you. Who knows, your sucky day could just be the start of something great, or not...but you won't know until you push through and make it your journey, your adventure, your week, your day, or even just your little moment. So when you think your life ***** know that issa mood. -ZZ
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
There are days when the sky is a vibrant blue and the sun expels its warmth
upon my shoulders,
then there are days when the sky is filled
with nothing but a melancholy grey,
and I embody nothing but the rain.
On those days,
I may have to drink an extra cup of coffee to pull myself out of bed and face the slight suffocation the real world places upon me.
On those days,
I may not have much of an appetite and will push away any thought of food, even though I know I should eat.
On those days,
my eyes may become heavy, filled with just as much water as the storm clouds lingering up above me.
Some days I wake up
feeling as radiant as the sun,
and some days I wake up feeling as
dreary as the rain.
But at least I always make sure to
wake up and be something.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Sometimes,
you need to have a bad day,
you need to listen to sad music,
you need to have doubts,
you need to hate your closest friends,
you need to have a down moment,
you need to cry,
or scream,
or just be
whatever it is you need.
Because sometimes,
that is the only way you can recover.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC