#overtime
passports, abstracts, and cigarettes
i swear it was all just for the aesthetics
thin walls, smoke screens, and window tints
we crawled through one just for the hell of it
it's nineteen and nose rings, i got asked for an id
we're twenty-one in jersey, you like my con artistry
i borrowed a street sign and failed to book an uber ride
everything is so much messier than i would've liked
i tired of people pleasing, and you never reply
we don't really need to talk about it
i try my best to not really think about it
said that i'm conceited, hedonistic, manipulative
but some nights i just want to drink until i start to lie
see, if coping was a job and paid an hourly wage
i'd be working overtime, id have a career drive
and i'd be a millionaire after six shots, or maybe five
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:22 AM UTC
My heart beats fast
There’s another email blast
Did not even break my fast
Until when this will last?
I want to sleep so badly
But even in my dreams it’s deadline I see
Until when I’m gonna be
As busy as a bee
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
Reusing old graves
Some of your own blood
Nectar of your soul
To build this nest
This stinging canister
An assembly line of skeletal remains and burning wings
Pushing little armies on the left
Pulling little armies on the right
To march themselves out of existence
Life is a pesticide
Kills the flowers
Kills the connections
Keeps you working overtime
Just to hold on to a place where you can shuffle off this mortal coil
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
i put in overtime
stayed all night
just to leave with you
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
So.
Love on a piece of crumpled paper, sitting on the couch.
Bare and Obvious.
Dirt on faces and calves.
Dust on clothes made of rags, rage, sorrow, disease and fear.
We refused to give this paper away.
Afraid we would get *****
afraid we would get humiliated because no one else would give it.
.This paper, still crumpled in our hands.
We refuse to give it to those who didn't deserve it.
we refuse to give it to those who need it.
we all need it.
So this love sits on the couch of our hands.
waiting.
obvious.
waiting to dip it's way into hearts...
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
I wrote a lot today it seems
In just my mind through working mayhem
Without a pause to jot the thoughts i thought
I didn't have a pad to pen,
so when I had a chance to write them, sadly, I forgot.
Most days, I'd say, I have a lot on my chest
If I don't wash them off, they slowly infect
The inner rind of my brain, I rewind and replay
But when Ryan writes it out, no dismay just joy
Making me not such a dull boy, leave the work
And go play.
That's the opposite of Jack, I'd say.
They say not to judge a book by its cover,
Others say trust instincts overall
Yet I say that instincts are synonymous to covers
Either way I'll shake your hand and say "Good day" .
But speaking of covers i cut the front page of books
And glued one to each the other in order to make all agree,
Then I went with my gut and started to read.
Don't bother making sense and forget being tense
For in the future perfect, i will have still been correct.
I'd often agree to take time to see through eyes
Other than my own,
Imagine the times so concentrated, now as an adult grown.
Still I lose, in the most humble defeat,
No sir, I cannot walk a single block in your shoes,
For i have such small feet.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
My mother likes to hang bells
On the front door,
And I always wondered
What they were for.
They would jingle
Whenever someone
made entry,
and glitter
With the light
from the lamppost
On the street.
But they became dull
Hanging all day,
And the giggling clatter
Mulled and dulled
to a brassy bray.
Mom has a small wedding bell
Of a silver boy
Holding flowers
With a smiling grin.
He’s asking her to ring him
And bring back memories.
But father’s guitar glistens
Whilst the sun lays low.
With one pluck
The vibration hums
Smooth and mellow.
But can you hear it
Sitting on the steps?
This house is so large
But there still lays unrest.
And through The corridor
Clacks the patter
Of greyed canine feet.
But some of us
Lay silent
And reap the past
From the sounds
That do dare speak.
the living room clock
Drones with That of a distant chime,
Because the living arrangements
Have changed overtime.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Multiple nights I stayed awake,
to finish the duties of a responsible adult.
Sacrificed the comfortable sleep,
illusions of negativity derived from deprivation.
Gambling health to make it on time,
when did this even became a norm for a working human?
Efficiency and productivity on question,
for the days they thought just passed.
What's the point of overtime?
Do they really know the load of work they have assigned?
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
My mind is on overdrive,
Currently working overtime,
I'm overthinking and its slowly killing me.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
3 am
you are responding slowly. i say i love you. you do not respond.
5 am
i say have a nice day you say you too.
7 am
i write you a poem of words i barely knew before google and thesauri i tell you you are beautiful. read at 7 17
11 am
i am in class biting my fingers you have not said a word i have sent you fifteen messages all left unread i am worried
2 pm
you have said nothing my head is shaking my hands are spinning you usually respond so quickly
3 pm
i saw that you were typing as i exited my messages. i never got a message.
5 pm
i sent a simple hi and was sent an automatic response that you had been offline for too long my message would be delivered when you came back online
7 pm
i sent you messages to see when you came back. you didnt come back.
1 month
its been 31 days youre still offline
2 months
i got a message today and i saw your name and my stomach flipped you said only hi and i said hello back. you did not reply.
1 year
i do not think of you, you left.
2 years
i saw you on the street you looked like a new person. i waved but you assumed i was acknowledging someone else. you walked away.
2.5 years
i got a message from an unsaved number that you killed yourself today and my number was in your phone and i might like to be informed. i didnt reply.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
The heart beats rapidly
An anxious mind makes a note of all that which is possible in the present at the present moment of time
The heart still flutters as the mind keeps racing to find something
All sorts of different thoughts come across the mind.
Something in the present has become much more conspicuous by it’s own presence.
A thing from the present grabs all the attention and takes hold of the present in the present moment of time.
Everything in the present has come to standstill.
Something in the present has got the key to open the doors of the future, which otherwise remains uncertain.
The mind zeroes in on that something and settles on what to do next
The mind focuses completely on that something.
A glimpse of what is there in the future unsettles the mind; however, most probably it does not disturb the mind.
An uncertain future invites the present in the present moment of time.
Now is the right moment in time to explore all the possibilities with regards to future.
Over a period of time it is learnt that experience proves to be a backup, if not a substantial support.
Experience gained over a period of time can be used and utilized in the best possible manner when the need of the hour arises.
Still it’s the present moment of time that matters the most.
All you have learnt belongs to past
All that you want to do belongs to the present moment of time
Always keep this in mind
It’s important to keep your feet firmly on ground and then move towards ascertaining the future.
All the time, all the way it’s not necessary to ascertain the future.
The only time it becomes necessary is when something from the future finds a place in the present,
then the future gets connected to the present,
quite necessarily in the present moment of time.
Hence it’s necessary to ascertain the future.
It’s an opportunity that has come along the way,
definitely not in the form of a risk.
Make the best use of that opportunity
In doing so you will find that every opportunity has got something in hiding.
It’s that hidden secret in that opportunity which will reveal the future in the present
Till then keep going along with the present moment in time to explore more and more possibilities with regards to the opportunity in hand.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC