#weekdays
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.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
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
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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
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
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.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
he uses Monday to Saturday
to change the world
and uses a single Sunday
to change mine
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
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
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
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
****
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
You are the perfect ending to my Monday
every night of the week
Copy Right 2020
©PoeticPat
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
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,
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Week after Week,
This continuously ongoing cycle,
I endlessly seek,
The day we once again meet.
~A.d | 12 Jan 2015
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC