#bills
Ah no money
and the bill has come - roosting.
I contemplate suicide,
and other deluded pains;
much rather that than
sell my art for money;
how does one even begin-
to ask for money for a gift;
from all Nature unbidding,
for Art that is Art is
Not made by you - we
forget that this is all a chance,
luck fits better - perhaps -
and yet the morrow begins,
and i ope my eyes again;
the world - Still Burning.
and my heart - full;
not if only I could figure something out for the wallet!
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 2:07 AM UTC
A tiny version of me
stuck in my own empty pockets
and staring me down.
Unfinished business
is the only job
you can find in this town.
Sit unemployed
and aging with my wine
waiting on a laptop chime,
last minute copy
of my government issued W-9.
And I'm bored like I've got
a world of time
this apartment is leased
nothing is mine.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
You aren’t broken
Emotions are a constant flow from you
-a growing stain on your perspective
You aren’t sad
Tears may leak you a river
But you haven’t looked up in ages
You aren’t lonely
Always surrounded by onlookers
-you just don’t feel involved
You aren’t depressed
A cloud has only passed over your head
Raining down on your conscience
You aren’t scared
What even is fear to someone
Who always has the electric bill paid
You aren’t a liar
Experience just hasn’t caught you yet
Wait until what you say is true-
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
"What are you thinking about?"
"You. Me. The world. Life. Happiness."
You smile and say "is that all?"
"You know me.
I think about everything.
What are you thinking about?"
"Well, I WAS worrying.
About bills. Insurance. Our health. The future.
But then you distracted me."
"And what are you thinking about now?"
"That I wish I had your optimism.
But for now, no more worrying. It's time to breathe.
I'm just glad to be here in this moment with you."
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
Yeah you will pay for your bills
No darling dont be afraid !
Cause someone named "Karma" is watching you anyways ...
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
They don't make a sound
Creeping out from the darkness
To cause suffering
Scrutinizing fortitude
Never traveling alone
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
In America
You're either rich or ******
Or privileged enough
To be ****** by the rich
Medical bills
Car insurance
Groceries
Utilities
Student loans
******** that nobody can afford
Yet everybody pays for
Because this is America
And we need to have it all
In America
I'm ******
Because I'm not a millionaire
And that's the kind of salary you need
In order to survive
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
The mail man is late again.
Opening her box closing it right back.
She considers direct deposit,
Climbing back up those old creaks in the stairs.
To a notice on the door.
Excessive noise complaint
Rent past due
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
The sun comes up too early
dissolving the night from behind
suspending last night's sleepless
in a passing timeless bind
Two worlds outside the window
The new day and the past
Toss the covers and brew the coffee?
or plead with the stars to hold fast.
The dawn shines soft at first watch
casting the world a pale blue
By midday it glares down on burdens
pointing cruelly at an endless queue
But noonday passed behind curtains
holds bothers in dark sympathy
lets correspondence die in assumption
ignores bills to delinquency
Either way the moon hangs devoted
bides his time in faded plain sight
to whisper the patience of nightfall
hold the world in it's pitiful light.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
Here's some advice for you,
From a friendly ghost for ghouls,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
It's like death and taxes,
Nothing surer in your synapses,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
I missed the old hippie that always gives high fives to everybody.
The kid that always hangs out for free coffee.
The geek that reads books in bookshops until closing.
The dreamer that never stopped dreaming.
The artist that never stopped at life no matter what **** comes in.
Today I missed the old self that I was once in.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
been there done that
sitting under a desk
closed in with no leg space
rusted chair wheels
that won't even roll
one wrong push I'll flip out
phone ringing call after call
I'm answering question
so simple to answer
almost time to punch out
clock it ticks yet haven't
moved an inch
intense waiting
thinking positive
I know it must be done
the daily results that's
what pays my bills
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Tick tock, the work clock never stops.
mind nothing that matters and fall into the hole
that ends when we retire.
Toiling all day makes me realize
I'm barely even an adult.
I don't know and can't show and as
the tick tock knocks hours off my clock,
all I want to do... is go home.
Drink myself into a stupor and
dream about being a kid again.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Skin heating up
Body burning
The pain is hard to endure
But you need the money
So you work
And keep your mouth shut
Your lips turned blue
The freezer too cold
Your shivers are violent
But you have to get it done
You have other stuff to do
People are upset
You frantically try to help
Help them, then back to work
But they make it difficult
So you call your manager
To ensure their needs are met
Your boss is angry
And takes it out on you
Why? You ask, but you don't know
You only do your job
So you can pay your bills
Because your living a life that just isn't free
Work all day
And work all night
Your tired
And you ache
But you have bills
So you'll do the work for the pay
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
Despite assurances that his treatment would be gentle,
Thoughts of the grinding drill made him feel rather mental.
But soon his spirit returned to high
As the pretty assistant brushed against his thigh.
All was well until he got the bill
Which gave him such a horrible chill.
But soon he was back to his usual mood of cheer,
As he looked forward to
His next taste of Willy’s Pub food
And beer.
NS 22\1\2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
School expects me to shell out what?
Fifty grand in what?
Three years tops!
Guess I won't pay
Guess I'll see the financial cops.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC