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I start-out fresh every morning but my resolve is reheated Oh, it's med-school Monday-me. Thank god my bf understands the fact that on weekdays my time contracts. Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy. She’s the administrative flunky the maker of plans who strategizes for exams It’s Tuesday-me I'm in my zone and likely busy slumberless and frumpiest a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly. who may not have been fed and barely went to bed It’s Wednesday me in over my head, but focused, patience at its lowest memory’s key when deep in theories, diseases and diagnoses steer clear of me please. Thursday me with a brain like ground caffeine irritation verging on obscene trying not to be mean but acting like a tween I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun still acquiring scads of knowledge but prepping for the evaluations to come It’s Friday - did I sleep? It’s evaluation day dressed to impress there’s a ballet underway of peers and professeurs weighing and clinically assaying how I cope under a microscope by 3pm I’m played and frayed but looking forward to some play. A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool, and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized, and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date! Why aren’t weekends considered therapy? Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter? They may not be but they seem so to me. . . Songs for this: Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
dailies
I start-out fresh every morning but my resolve is reheated Oh, it's med-school Monday-me. Thank god my bf understands the fact that on weekdays my time contracts. Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy. She’s the administrative flunky the maker of plans who strategizes for exams It’s Tuesday-me I'm in my zone and likely busy slumberless and frumpiest a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly. who may not have been fed and barely went to bed It’s Wednesday me in over my head, but focused, patience at its lowest memory’s key when deep in theories, diseases and diagnoses steer clear of me please. Thursday me with a brain like ground caffeine irritation verging on obscene trying not to be mean but acting like a tween I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun still acquiring scads of knowledge but prepping for the evaluations to come It’s Friday - did I sleep? It’s evaluation day dressed to impress there’s a ballet underway of peers and professeurs weighing and clinically assaying how I cope under a microscope by 3pm I’m played and frayed but looking forward to some play. A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool, and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized, and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date! Why aren’t weekends considered therapy? Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter? They may not be but they seem so to me. . . Songs for this: Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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It’s Monday - again - every time I look around, it seems like it’s Monday again. Weekdays I run on snark and caffeine. If I seem preoccupied.. I’m not ignoring you, I’m buffering My playlists soothe and understand me I’m not ignoring you, I’m reorganizing a playlist. My mood is linked to Wi-Fi strength. I’m not ignoring you, I’m doom scrolling. On weekends, we put the ‘pro’ in procrastination we take the celibacy out of celebration and work on our romantic cardio Sometimes you gotta pop-out and show your alignment I’m not ignoring you, I just don’t want to pull a bird-finger muscle . . A song for this: The Politics of Dancing (12" Extended Mix) by Re-Flex Without Him by Triste Janero I Don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
preoccupied
The moon starts the cycle as the days unfold With fire begins Tuesday's birth. Wednesday's waters, so stagnant and cold They eat Thursday's trees 'till they're covered in mold And Friday is covered in glitter and gold While Saturday puts them to earth. Then Sunday arrives as the week's realised, And lights the way to its rebirth.
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Week in Japanese
he uses Monday to Saturday to change the world and uses a single Sunday to change mine
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Fateful Sunday
every Monday morning I think about your smile i let the world disolve around me and daydream for awhile on Tuesday afternoons I like to linger on your laugh I close my eyes a moment and let the memories take me back on Friday nights I sit quietly and stare my body at the bar with friends my mind running fingers through your hair and every other moment my conscious minds awake my heart whispers out your name the only sound my heart can make
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
love poem 99
I always gave one It's in my nature giving one is easier than none For some reason we feel non existent if we don't give one We give and receive them like candy but I found a loophole in this never ending cycle that leads to blood boiling sessions and hair tearing tantrums Not give one one the greatest lines in movie history highlights NOT GIVING ONE Once you don't a magical feeling overcomes the weight, the burden that dulls down your brightest days so darling, empty those bags under your eyes, empty those nerves from stress and don't give a ****
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
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You are the perfect ending to my Monday                  every night of the week Copy Right 2020 ©PoeticPat
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Weak Days
Saturday Stings, And all the lonely memories it brings, Sundays Sufferings, Slowly eating me up, expiered enduring, Monday Moans, Becoming motionless as silent stones, Tuesday Tears, Swept away by a sea of sobs, Wednesday Worries, Filling my mind overthought stories, Thursday Thoughts, Healing through our rewind past talks, Friday Flashbacks, Surviving on those life hacks, _____________ Week after Week, This continuously ongoing cycle, I endlessly seek, The day we once again meet. ~A.d | 12 Jan 2015
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Week after week
Der er udstilling på onsdag Jeg skal huske øl på fredag Sov hos Emil til torsdag Sidste udsalg mandag Jeg kysser ham lørdag Og mister ham søndag Og glemmer ham tirsdag
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Stramt