#server
Hello my favorite poets
At this hour so late
I'm dreamin of our moments
On the server, so great
When they cracked a joke
And she laughed for hours
When he needed some strength
And we channeled our power
When he played guitar
When she wrote a song
If they rapped for hours
We all sang along
All here, you know?
Wrapped in our server
Please don't fade away
Don't be an observer
We're stuck here in time
Reading messages alone
Always online
It's become our home
So change you hair
And buy new clothes
Write a story
And a lyric that flows
Mock the world
Crochet a plant
Laugh at the jokes
And read all the rants
Get a boyfriend
Spill the tea
Completely get lost
Be you, and be free
Talk to family,
Talk to friends
Call for hours
And mock all the trends
Maybe stay muted
Keep the picture closed
Feel free to hide your face
Don't do what your supposed
Cuss out the haters
Binge watch your shows
Spam the main server
The chat's never closed
Join the army
Graduate to university
Maybe start highschool
We're all on separate journeys
The flights always long
The drive even harder
We're oceans apart
Maybe even farther
Thousands of miles
A complete world away
My moon is your sun
And your night is my day
So I know you won't read this
But in case you do
Write another poem
We're all here for you
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
Hello, HePo.
Your website has many flaws,
Don't we all.
If you need tech support
I am happy to help
On the house
Because we love your house
It is also our home
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
It’s a cut of prime rib,
that I slice to your size specifications,
served with a heaping side of horseradish.
I hate this ******* clip on bow tie they make us wear.
La Cave. Underground niche joint,
where all the cocktail waitresses and servers wear
******* clip on bow ties.
We specialize in meats and baked potatoes with endless amounts of butter, sour cream and ******* chives.
And don’t worry honey, I’ll be sure to bring you a whole plate full of baked potato sides.
Quantity is very important in La Cave.
The quantity of your tip depends upon it darling.
Sultry, red misted desperate dwelling of men
who dampen even the highest of spirits.
Where is my pronged fork for this huge slab of insultingly low grade prime rib?
It comes with all the sides you could ever want.
No questions asked.
And that **** little honey of a gal, that waitress right over there will cut you off a slab as thick and as cheap as you want it.
Happy Hour can **** it.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
I didn’t carry the processional cross,
But I carried burdens—quiet, unseen.
While others walked down marble aisles,
I walked through fire, clothed in routine.
I wore no robe of woven white,
No candle's glow to guide my feet,
Yet still I stood beneath the light,
And bore the ache of each heartbeat.
They saw the servers—neat in line,
With steady steps and lifted grace,
But who could see the heavy spine?
That bowed beneath a silent place?
I didn’t lift that wooden sign,
Emblem of salvation’s cost—
But oh, I’ve held a thousand cries,
And mourned the things that I have lost.
I watched the pews with hollow eyes,
As hymns rose like drifting prayer,
And wondered if my quiet sighs.
We have never heard or met with care.
I didn’t carry the cross of gold,
But I bore words unkind, untrue—
The ones that pierced, the ones that rolled
Like thunder breaking something new.
I bore the doubt, the questioning stares,
The judgments whispered after Mass,
The moments no one truly dares
To ask, "Are you okay, alas?"
They carried candles, and I had pain.
They lifted praise, and I bit my tongue.
While incense rose like gentle rain,
My grief within me always clung.
I bore the weight of being there,
While feeling lost, misunderstood—
Still showing up, offering care,
Still doing more than I thought I could.
I didn’t carry the processional cross,
But I carried silence, carried shame.
Carried hopes now cracked and glossed,
And bore the absence of a name.
And yet—I stayed. Through all the cost.
Through unseen tears and faith grown thin.
I bore the burden, never tossed,
And found a small light somewhere within.
So let them hold the cross with pride,
While choirs sing and bells arise.
I walk the aisles with none beside—
Still serving through these unseen cries.
For though I may not bear the wood,
Or walk in robes of sacred thread,
I carry love the way I should,
And lift the souls the world has shed.
I didn’t carry the processional cross,
But I carried burdens, day and night—
And in that pain, I found the gloss.
Of grace, of grit, of hidden light.
"I didn't carry the processional cross, but I carried burdens."
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
I got this job because I was seventeen
Available everyday at three
In debt with a man after I went clean
My boss at the time was thirty six with a goatee
Five dollars an hour plus tip, you see
It was fine for me.
I met the others standing by the kitchen line
All of them with the same look in their eye
Lying to family and friends saying, financially, their fine
Getting nothing on a tip and never knowing why
Yet they return the next day to serve white wine
Looking around I see all of us wanted more
But I’m in debt and you have to pay the rent
Do it all in one day and go home to a son that’s four
Under the thumb of an old vice president
The roof over the kitchen is about to cave in
And we watch with silent eyes
Because our uniforms are being held with safety pins
Promised new ones but Corporate lies
And when the bubble in the ceiling pops
We’ll be by the dumpsters flicking cigarettes on the road
While the greedy pigs come in drawing lots
Waiting for the gas stove to explode
Paid vacation sounds lovely
Been here every week for the past year
Sometimes I’m called to come in early
Pick up the broken glass from lunch rush beer
The people come in
Angry as they usually are
Now the glares don’t even touch my skin
It makes me laugh how many nasty people sit at the bar
The high-class families who come in for din
It’s been eight hours and six years
Since we started our shift
Staying here for three more is the biggest fear
But we’re already ******
We’ve been here for long we know this career
What else am I supposed to know
Other than how to make dough
It’s been a long night
You can see it in the height
Of cigarette buts by the dumpster
Where we can freely talk about the customer
It’s a busy life
Feels like we’re running out of time
To get out and ignore the strife
But there are times when the tips make us feel sublime
And we can buy a warm meal
Cause maybe it will heal
These aching muscles
That come from a constant hustle
Don’t you see why they say
At the end of the day
We need an ashtray.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
I guess mushroom swiss burgers
are supposed to have mushrooms.
THEY ARE NOT supposed to have
lettuce, tomato, or pickle.
ONLY mushroom and swiss.
The angry and life deprived woman I was looking
down at sternly informed me.
Her burger was rapidly fixed.
The friendly, quiet, and easy table to the left
tipped me eight dollars for my troubles.
There are some good people.
It all comes out in the wash.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
It was pouring cats and dogs,
I saw her drenched to the skin,
She ran to the canopy where I stood,
Her wet look,see through blouse,
and hunched shoulders,
Made A Sound in my heart,
Thud, thud, thud...................
I offered her my coat.
The next sunny day I saw her at the bus stop,
"Hi, remember me from yesterday."
" Sorry pal it was dark,
I don't recall you.
Your FILE NOT FOUND!"
I insisted,"Don't let my heart's 'Server Down."
Your smile, your style,your grace
I have clicked SAVE in one FILE.
Please be my life's Animated GIF.
She:"I am involved with someone,
I have no more 'Disk Space' in my heart's storage for you.
Please 'Ctrl+alt+delete' me from your life."
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
Minute by minute
hour by hour
the angry swells so heavy
I'm about to pass out
and i want to never wake up.
Lost and confused trying to find myself again
So I pick up a pen and spill the ink
Black is what I see and what I bleed
Joy is a mystery that I can't seem to grasp
losing hope and faith
is it you or is it me?
Was this even meant to be?
You stole my identity and said you were my friend.
Ripped out of my arms, whispering goodbye.
And the hole widens with anger and spite.
Why doesn't this feel right?
This was suppose to be my chance, my dream!
To show the world that I am enough,
that I'm real and I feel!
This depression and stress, I want it to rest.
I need it to rest.
Why do i keep feeling like I'm not enough?
Is it you or is it me?
God, can you hear me scream?
I don't know what to do, I'm dazed and confused.
Chasing the dragon in the bathroom at work,
my only source of peace, my fake fidelity.
Sticking needles in places scars used to be.
Once healed, now marking its territory.
Again and again, how longer will I bend,
How longer will I need to prove myself?
How much longer will I come second place?
Where is your faith and why do I seek your approval?
I keep blaming you, but is it me?
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
"Hello, how are you?"
I say in a voice I can't believe is mine.
I hate it so much.
It's become like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.
I ask the human in front of me,
"What can I get you today?"
They ignore me.
Finally someone approaches.
It's an older lady,
gray bushy hair with wild eyes.
I smile and begin to take her order.
She begins to make rude remarks towards me.
She leaves,
someone else approaches.
It's a man angry about a price I did not set.
He takes it out on me.
I take all of the verbal punches.
From people who have had their worst days,
to people who are just too privileged to give a little kindness,
I smile through it all.
I don't really think anyone who walks in,
really sees me as a human being.
They don't see that I fight social anxiety for a living,
or that I go through things too.
They don't care.
They don't want to care.
When they ask how I am,
they don't want an honest answer.
I wonder if they would smile,
or compliment me instead of insulting me,
if I weren't standing behind a counter,
taking orders and giving change.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
the server seems not
of a serving attitude
for almost twenty hours
it's been in an off latitude
why does the server
keep mucking us around
its ongoing behavior
is so seriously profound
we're at our wits end
putting up with it
constantly being down
we've had enough of it
servers must serve
a purpose well
instead of giving us
service hell
we await the server's
change for the better
of late its been acting
like a tantrum setter
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
The kid with the beard and the ***** apron,
he's just trying to make it.
His shoes have small tears on the sides,
from the way water saturates and weakens the material.
He’s got this way of gliding from table to table,
the same way a dancer owns a stage.
He slides plates of salt-ridden tacos currently in vogue
to a roomful of overfed, undersexed office drones
A woman in a skirt and flip-flops rolls her eyes at a salad.
A ********* in a blazer flicks a ****** under the table.
Still, there's a twinkle in the kid’s eyes,
like he's on the make.
If the right circumstances unfold
he’d snag a loose twenty
from a wallet or a purse.
This is the server's life,
always under the thumb,
hated and stressed,
but always laughing
at the end
of each shift.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
8/11/2016
i want something electric, so vivid and blinding that it leaves an imprint in my vision like walking into a dark room after being in the sun
i want passion so rare it leaves me foraging for whatever's left of me by the time you're gone
i want to speed down the coastline [evolved yet unchanged]
i don't know how to unglue myself from what you are
maybe i'll keep giving into the callousness in my heart that's been growing like a cancer since the first betrayal
you've used those lines before
they're carved in me with lingering pains that things are an illusion and i'm here to boost your ego
i've played this game long enough to know who the bad guys are
but what if i'm the bad guy for escaping something stable and unwavering
for a toxic replacement
[albeit you're pretty easy on the eyes]
teeter-tottering between saying something and actually doing it
my soul on a string like a tether ball where the players are you versus everyone else
and you say one thing
one tiny, insincere affirmation
my mind goes around the pole in circles until it's completely wrapped around the edges the way you have me singled around your rough fingers
creating knots out of my insides
yet all of your red flags fly violently
so i swing the other direction
loosening at the peak before you come back around and hold me like a child again
a vicious cycle
dangling a dangerous scenario in front of me like an animal eyeing food until it's clawing at your leg to rip it from your hands with their bare teeth
even in my fair share of evenings i was better off not having, you're miles ahead
pretending to be big kids an adult's world
and my mind goes miles a minute at the thoughts
you're not helping slow it down
you are no more an animal than i
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
8/12/2016
a single space and two bodies
you are drawn to the same air as i
but only (and only) sometimes
i wait for the message
that says "hello beautiful"
sift through the crowds to reach you for "goodbye"
and those days always come and go
when they're here, they're here
when i have nothing to show for myself
i can't stand to be next to a mirror
picking apart all the things you say you love about me
up and awake wondering when you'll set your sights on a new shiny distraction
i don't believe in putting a padlock on handcuffs and swallowing the key
nothing gold can stay
yet my mouth waters at the thought of pulling you in
but this place is a social experiment
where you and i can be whoever you want
i am a social chameleon
adjusting to whichever patterns and personalities fit my surroundings
believer and doubter
but the light and darkness aren't ambiguous
just the shadows between
and that's where we'll be
if you let me
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
I've seen where those images
Take root
Trying to till them
New flowers need to grow
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
an angry argument thrown at an opponent as arrows shoot across the battlefield over an expensive bottle of Cabernet.
walls and borders mapped out in thick pencil lines, they hastily marked their territory before it all drowned in earthy blood-red.
Fresh pepper, sir?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
W o r k
S l e e p
W o r k
S l e e p
ATE TOO MUCH DRANK TOO MUCH
Never smoke enough. Never wake me up.
Tip me with MONEY not love.
**And please, someone tell that
phone to s h u t t h e f u c k u p .**
serve em, & serve em.
Carrying plate after plate.
Waiting tables is my life -
anxious to meet the right
person see my awesome light.
put my pretty smile on tv,
my strong message on the radio,
With each laugh I create
I start servin smiles instead of plates.
each word I say,
I'll act as if I'm on S T A G E .
a new day is the day I am swept away!
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
At the beginning, when lighting this fire,
I thought I was just playing with matches
until I realized that when my plan hatches
I've got it under control.
Fire fighters can control fire,
but they can't control desire
and now I have lived in my human pyre,
the feeling of hell on razor wheels
down in the pit of my stomach.
The feeling that keeps you up
and makes you write til your numbers up,
and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted,
this task is my final gauntlet,
so I go crazy not to squander it.
It only happens once in a life time,
and it ends whenever the clock chimes,
so I fight to keep that minute hand
from going one measure further,
but I can't fight a time marked brand,
so in the end I will be the server
of all who fight until the end
of the struggle, to help those after me
so I'll cry for others to hear my plea
to treat others right until the world can see
what they've done so well.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
I'm amused with the way
you act as if everything
should be handed to you.
As if you are greater
than everyone else;
as if you've somehow earned
a silver platter
severed to you.
-JRM
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC