#bore
These mundane things bore me,
Needs, routines, and obligations,
All the same all repeated
No matter how many times,
How many ways, everyday,
They bore me
The work, school, home,
It’s all a cycle
Online bores me, people bore me,
There are few things that don’t,
Such a mundane life couldn’t last,
All these mundane things
They repeat, become a cycle,
They never end,
This is a mundane life
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
The shadows on my walls at night
with their inky flowy forms
create words from lack of light
and their presence, I do mourn.
For the sun is an ugly thing
when you are a shadow, to be scorned.
My window filled with magic
the shadows; nevermore
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 2:32 PM UTC
We were scraped hands
we were exhaustion showing through;
we were messy hair after naps all to prove
we loved how we lived
and we lived how we loved
but then - we grew up
and minutes turned to seconds,
and weeks turned to days
and soon enough there we were
grown ups, in a daze.
time moving faster than it ever did before
every day, suddenly a bore.
thinking more from the core
don't know how we ever swore
this world would never turn us stone
turn into all the things we say we won't
waiting to see if the bad would outweigh hope.
never thought being a grown up would be tough,
then we grew up and we've had enough.
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 9:43 PM UTC
In an important discussion going about,
usually I tend to zone out.
Speaking in a meeting,
attending a client call,
even in a friendly discussion standing tall,
when my girlfriend blabbering on issues so small,
I tend to zone out all.
When It gets boring,
I feel like dozing,
too lazy to make stubborn people mind's restoring,
I stop explaining,
keeping to myself abhorring.
that's why I zone out, everything just ignoring.
Does that happens with everyone, I seriously doubt!
But yeah sometimes I tend to zone out!
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
Ever wonder what it would be like,
If the world suddenly ceased to exist?
Like a flash of light, a snap of a finger,
Gone in an instant.
Everything we’ve ever done, seen, and thought,
All in vain, like it never even occurred.
For what purpose is life, if all of humanity becomes equal in that instant?
Perhaps it is true that the only guaranteed equality in life is that of death.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
People throw words around like
Love, kiss, and embrace....
But they aren’t ones to commit
To the dreams they claim to chase.
They run and hide from the monster
Hiding beneath their bed,
And claim their peace is found
In the one resting their pillow head.
The sun rises, a new day begins,
The coffee pours, and work resides,
While the feeling for another one’s touch
Is the first thing that subsides.
We throw around words
like penniless wishes.
“I love you, babe”,
But you can’t do the dishes.
Walk the dog, wash the car,
Go to dinner, visit the store,
Search the shelves for carbohydrate fulfillment,
Finish the bag, and still want more.
Unthankful, unsatisfied,
Disloyal, dishonest.
Forget all the memories,
While they were the fondest
Because if you were to repeat their “mistakes”
You just may find yourself bored.
Things like love, a kiss, or an embrace
Only become a chore.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
you told me you changed
i believed you
why am i laying on the bathroom floor
covered in blood
was i too much of a bore
i can’t stop screaming
what is the meaning
of my life
silly me i thought i could be your wife
i let you rip the heart right out of my chest
take the rest
i don’t want to be a person anymore
i hate myself to the core
i shattered the mirror
you’r not near
you didn’t realize that i’m fragile
i want to ****
all the voices inside me
telling me i’d be better off dead
all i’m seeing is dark red
all over the bathroom floor
this won’t be much of a bore
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I don't feel good, it's a bore
I don't feel like I did before
I am upset because of you
We're apart and I miss you.
Do you really love someone?
Everyone says you are gone.
But I still believe you love me
Oh, my heart is burning into me!
Please stop playing with me!
I'm here, and I wish you'll be.
You are so kind and so good
But today I'm in a bad mood!
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
there is only ever small talk
the silence kills me
the conversation is dead
i miss how it was before
story after story
never a bore
it changes as the seasons go
soon it will be melting along with the snow
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
i'm a dynamic being.
i'm always changing.
i'm terrified of being static.
i don't want to stay the same.
i don't like myself and i want to change.
i never like myself.
if i was static i think i would die.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
people bore me loneliness bores me
people drain me loneliness drains me
people tire me loneliness tires me
people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself
people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
saturday night dates
turn to tv dinners
you forget when the last time
he surprised you with roses was
you no longer wake up
to make him breakfast before work
he no longer calls you
in the middle of the day
unless, of course,
it's to remind you to pick up his laundry
dressing up
is limited to social gatherings
you're in your jammies when he gets home
*** becomes routine
it's no longer passionate, more like a tiresome duty
your **** lingerie is pushed to the back of the closet
& truthfully, he doesn't seem to care much
you'd rather be on the phone
than talking to each other
you don't crave him the way you did
he's no longer interested in the world inside your head
*"how was work?" "fine"
"how are you?" "okay"*
he tells you he loves you
but it doesn't mean much anymore
honestly speaking, its all become a bore
being with him just means more chores
i guess that's the thing about love
it wears out
the magic can only last so long
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
I can sit idly all day
And won't tire of it.
I can wallow in my thoughts for hours
And still won't get the doldrums, no, not one bit.
So know this.
The world might think you a bore
But for me you won't be.
I can (stay) deciphering you for months, for years
Or even forever,
And that will be enough of a fun for me.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
I bore you,
And I bore into you.
Leaving you with nothing to say;
Leaving me clutching at straws.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
"
Storms are beautiful
Even though their fierceness
Shades their inner
beauty
Astraphobia drives those
Who fear
To scramble for
shelter
Ignoring the way
They shape the sky
To decorate it
From the common
Sight of
stars.
"
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC