#schedule
"Open, to love?" He inquires.
"Keep your voice down," she insists in a near whisper. "They'll hear you."
He frowns.
"Please don't be sad." She attempts to soothe.
She feels tonight an afterthought,
but she never forgets.
Usually.
She climbs the mountain face
in a host of ropes and chores,
he is below it, entangled in the throes
of his own pressures.
She regrets looking so curious at him
during Sunday nap time,
right after his ********* had put her
on the ninth cloud.
There's the memory of
the rocket landing,
followed by a pilgrimage of stars,
and his heartfelt song
about her *******
She recalls being tied to the tracks,
and all the inherent noise
of his uphill engine
about to blow its stack.
It meant the world to him.
"Perhaps tomorrow night..." She tries to appease him with.
Until she remembers she is
a committed wife,
and this is the thing they schedule
on Wednesdays after the kids
are settled in bed.
She gifts him a warm smile,
and he returns an understanding one.
It means the world to her.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:51 AM UTC
i sit before a day planned,
tightly wound.
time
spaced
to be used in perfect utility.
the moments for food and travel,
the tasks to complete
in the ringing of bells,
the schedule,
each step within each tasks
measured, weighed,
arranged.
i have tools to keep me.
watch, clock, phone,
calendar, computer,
secretary
but prayer,
prayer which defines me weak,
is timeless, border-less.
prayer fluid and without words,
nods or genuflection,
prayer as motion in love,
found within the smallest parts,
my breathing, my hands,
pen, paper
bolt, tool,
prayer laboring toward praise.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
Half asleep,
barely able
to feel
the coffee cup
in my hands,
I wander morning
searching for
a destination
my calendar
has not yet mapped.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
Why did I leave late?
Why is the traffic so bad?
How long do I have to wait?
This situation makes me mad.
When I stay calm
And just breathe
When I realized
Being frantic, sad, or mad
Would change nothing, indeed
Knowing that I have a choice
To go through this trip
Peaceful, calm, and composed
Experience change
Although I'm still late for the airport.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 11:18 PM UTC
Did I Vanquish or was it the capitulation?
Was it the onset or it was the culmination?
What is to come?? When is the time ??
Banal schedule: Aplomb enough in anticipation
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
We wait and watch
A digital wall or wrist-watch
The ticks and tocks
Of the never ending clocks
Continuing night to dawn
It goes on and on
Never does it consider our mood
It is a date or something we elude
A specific dot to take our stance
We sit, we wait, we do the time dance
It goes on and on
One day it’ll be all gone
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
What kind of non-human:
makes a bowl of oatmeal
adds chia and flax seeds
with a little bit of
light brown sugar
and eats it for breakfast?
What sort of creature:
packs a snack lunch
and eats it on a bench
before going to work?
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Bun o'clock
I'm hungry but I don't say anything
Because I can hold on longer
Chew pm
Someone says I look thin
Have I lost weight??
Three pounds
Potentially three pounds
But I don't know because I always think I look bloated
Four ice cubes to tie me over
I don't need to eat
I'm okay
Five fat shaming *******
Stroll past me in their skinny jeans
Reminding me who deserves to be a size 0
Tricks o' the mind
Start to play
As I tell myself I don't need to eat because I did yesterday
Age seven is when
Mama first told me to stretch my shirts
Hide my figure
Watch what I eat
Stop taking second helpings
No dessert
Eight
Looks like a couple of donuts.
Muffins. Pizzas.
Any round food.
My round stomach.
Nibble pm.
It's okay to eat a little? Maybe?
Ten pm?
Or ten candy bars?
Eleven hours later
Nothing in my belly
But four ice cubes
Twelve: time to taunt my taste buds
Trick myself
Tell myself that I'll eat tomorrow
Tomorrow will be the day
The day I really splurge
Everyone knows that's a lie
But my tummy doesn't
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
It’s 3:09
And if everything was fine
Then I would be sound asleep by now wouldn’t I?
But just like my potential
I’ve ignored my sleep schedule
That I might collapse wide awake to ponder ”Why?”
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
The drive is scheduled,
how I work,
when I work,
who I work for.
The destination is scheduled,
when I get there,
how long it takes,
why I go,
what keeps me there until
what time.
It is all a matter of a predetermined schedule that
in the end
is not about me.
And yet it is my time that is being spent.
Every aspect of my
"free"
and "independent" being
is secured tightly to a slowly sinking ship by miles and miles of red tape,
layered thickly around me.
It is an artificial creation,
arbitrary,
and yet completely outside of my control.
Removing it's meaning
does not release me from it's binding,
just as senseless ******
is still ******
So as I sit in the driver's seat,
a passenger in my own life,
I roll down the window,
and extend one hand,
allowing the brisk air and bracing wind to sting me
relentlessly,
lifting me,
and I imagine the wind picking me up and taking me somewhere else,
if only to have the mask of authority removed,
and truly capitulate.
More than anything,
I reach out for something so shockingly cold
with such a great force
simply to feel something.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
my time table is worked down till the last seconds of every day,
every minute creeps around the clock only to shiver and die.
we're all on schedule, we're all here for finite moments that float away.
but isn't it only fun when
you're at the wrong place at the right time?
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
at 7 am
i'll love you in soft whispers
and white.
at 12 pm
i'll love you in yellow
and the blinding sunlight.
at 3 pm
i'll love you in soft browns
and the pit-a-pat of the rain.
at 11 pm
i'll love you in warm bedsheets
and wishes of forever.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
My To Do List:
1. Wake up to face the day 6:00
2. Let out the dogs: 6:10 AM
3. Check the basement for any messes 6:15 Am
4. Get dressed for the day and gather materials 6:20
5. Leave for school 6:30
6. Do my best in school 8:00-3:20
7. Get home and feed the dogs 5:00 PM
8. Help prepare dinner 5:30 PM
9. Eat 6:00
10. Rush to get a good start on homework 6:40 PM
11. Let the dogs out AGAIN 7:00PM
12. Do dishes 7:15 PM
13. Worry about being too loud 7:17 PM
14. Wash table 7:45PM
15. Re check the kitchen for cleanliness 7:50 pm
16. Rush to get back to homework 8:05 pm
17. Get ready to let the dogs out again 8:50 PM
18. Get an overview of what homework I need to finish at school. 8:52
19. Listen for a commercial to come on to let the dogs out that way I don’t interrupt the show. 8:58
20. Quickly let dogs out again 9:00 PM
21. Let dogs inside 9:10 pm
22. Wait for another commercial to say goodnight 9:20 Pm
23. Say goodnight 9:22 PM
24. Take a shower 9:25 Pm
25. Get ready to go to bed 9:45 PM
26. Repeat 6:00 AM
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
As yesterday came to an end
I thought I had some time to spend
Then i opened my plans
To see where I stand
I'm booked until April's month ends
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Walking in
Early morning
Simple
Quiet
Walking in
Late morning
Murmors
Talking
Walking in
Early afternoon
Conversation
Noisy
Walking in
Late afternoon
Empty
Silent
Walking in
Early evening
Excitement
Shouting
Walking in
Late evening
Tired
Hushed
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
the order,
the routine,
the rules,
the reasons I want to skip class,
the reasons I do,
the reasons I get detentions,
the reasons I never show,
the schedule,
the lack of order,
the up,
the back down?
the back up then down again but across the school on top of it!
the swimming pool,
the ******* swimming pool,
the **** no I'm not swimming,
the I won't make it to math class.
the guidance office,
the guidance counselor,
the guidance counselor who says she hopes she's not taking up my time,
the period is my lunch,
the location i'm in,
the guidance office,
the problem,
the fact its every monday wednesday and friday,
the fact I may wanna eat,
the fact I wanna see my friends,
the fact you're taking my little social life away,
the bell rings,
the ring is the most joyful irritating noise I hear all day,
the fact I forgot about the freshman for a second,
the ring is the second irritating noise I hear all day.
the next class is science,
the fact your required appointment runs too long,
the fact your class is so far away,
the fact you have a minute rather than five to get there,
the fact you don't make it halfway before the bell rings,
the fact you start crying because you are late for class,
the fact your life is over,
the fact you duck into the bathroom,
the sticky doors are of no concern right now,
the bathroom stalls are all empty,
the middle one you claim and you sit,
the floor you sit, you cry, try to be silent,
the effort to breath, trying not to have a full on panic attack,
the things going on in your head,
the dread pours in,
the anxiety levels rushes in.
the thoughts poor in and spill even when its over flown,
the fact you call your mom,
the fact she gets you off the floor,
the fact she reminds you,
the fact you have to touch that sticky door,
the door you touched once before,
the hand you touch the door with you used to wipe tears with,
the sly way to open the door,
the silence you make,
the bent down head,
the quite,
the trying to act normal,
the nothings going on trip,
the way to the main office,
the fact you on the phone in the hallway,
the fact you made it to the office,
the fact the principal wants to see you,
the fact you start explaining what happened,
the schedule,
the wrongs,
the wrongs they caused,
the people they put in classes to embarrass you,
the abuse the teachers gave you,
the list rambled on and on,
the fact he yelled at you,
the fact he said you were not being respectful,
the fact this school never gave you respect,
the fact they took everything you had left,
the fact he continued to yell til the office ladys got up
the ladys got up,
the people flocked to the door,
the principal went silent,
the fact you still continued to cry,
the fact he acted as if nothing happened,
the fact he tried to say he was gonna fix it all,
the fact you both knew nothing was going to happen,
the fact you both were right,
the fact once you parted ways you were then greeted with a call down,
the fact someone sent you to the nurse,
the walk was the best part,
the pondering of what its for, allergies, medication information?
the arrival is shocking to you,
the nurse greets you and leads you,
the small room you cornered into,
the place where she asks to view you,
the places on your body like your arms,
the fact she implies other places could be searched
the next time
the fact you now know this will happen again,
the fact you having an anxiety attack,
the fact you wanted to say no,
the fact you know if you did,
the next act they'd do is send you to the hospital,
the scare tactics is not fair,
the fact you go home,
the fact you cry,
the fact you don't wanna go back to this place,
the fact they won't let you transfer,
the fact you have done all you could of done.
the fact that they still have the nerve to of ****** up your schedule.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Traveling alone ,
Gazing at people from different roofs
Heading to stations..
Feeling empty and dump..
Coming with a schedule & going back..
Words can't be dishonest ,
but you know , actions can..
Cut the busy thing..
Take me for a spin..
Add me to your schedules ..
Let me be a part of you..
Cos I just wanna be like that..
Am I asking for the moon or what ..
If so you're my moon..
Give me a Lunar phase ..
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Wake up,
Like any other day.
get out of bed,
Like any other day.
Go eat,
Like any other day.
Do chores,
Like any other day
Listen to the family,
Like any other day.
Life is bland without someone to make it colorful,
Like any other day.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
7pm: it's one of those nights
8pm: watch tv
9pm: keep distracted
10pm: plan for tomorrow
11pm: go to bed
12pm: wake up and try to read until I fall asleep
1am: remember your charming smile and the way you run your fingers through your hair.
2am: flip angrily through the pages that I skim over because for some reason I strongly believe that a book on love will help me get over you
3am: think about why you don't and never did love me
4am: count the hours until I have to get up and blame you for keeping me awake.
5am: you used to keep me awake for things like talking about our futures and now I'm left here with half an empty bed wondering why your future doesn't involve me
6am: wake up tired from my 15 minute sleep and wonder how even on the darkest nights the sun still manages to rise
7am: I'm drinking coffee out of a cup that used to touch your lips every morning, like me, and I know you won't be back for either of us
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC