#weekends
Rise and sort of fake it
Hoping today I can make it
8 to 3, I'll be positive
blocking out the negative
Coming home, I'm free and
17 hours, freedom, then
do it all again. When
weekends come, it's heaven.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 4:50 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
.
.
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
I mourn
The mornings gone,
Waking to the cold,
Bare feet on hardwood,
Firing the furnace,
The smell of strong coffee,
Two cups placed,
Climbing back into warmth
Beneath the Pendletons.
I mourn
The mornings gone,
Lazy hours abed
For a family of four,
In winter coats
Jake, Shady
Upon our lap and leg.
I mourn
The mornings gone.
I would read her
Fascinating finds in
Scientific American,
Smithsonian.
She would pretend
To listen.
In return I would
Refill her cup.
I mourn
The mornings gone.
Is not love
Two cats, a man
A woman,
Content together as
One,
Content to hold
The day at bay,
Content to just be.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
when you are alone
and you ve got more time
in your hands
minute stretches to hour
Dreaded weekends
time enhances loneliness
and you face infinity
on your own
when the Sunday sun sets
from loneliness
in your house you hide
but it creeps in with the dark
it setlles on your bed
a silent partner
who connects us all
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
I want you to have weekends me.
messy, unbrushed hair, a sleeping mask, and hair-tie perhaps
stained old T-shirts, big, comfortable, and nice.
covered in cat hair, no glasses, unrecognizable.
weekends me. I want you to have that me, maybe the real me.
free,
I want to show you that me.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
I don't like the middle
It feels like an ocean
Swimming it everyday
I want to be close to the shore
Where you are
Where I can at least see you
Hear you
The middle feels almost like
Drowning
You are too far
To help me get thru
Or throw me a lifeline
Reassure me
So
I can at least float
To your shore
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
The cocktail waitress in the corner
Tonight she skates at Roller City
In polka dots and ponytails
Her lips pursed and polished
For she disapproves of most everything that offers little reflection
No bringing your own music
No pinching the dancers
She moves to a secret sound
Regarding herself as an international spy
In the house of fun
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC
I wish
I could
Give out
Extra
Weekend days
Like candy
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 1:44 PM UTC
You place your chin
in the crook of my neck,
sending shivers down my spine
and I know it's time to unwind
The weekend floats in softly,
mesmerized by time fading away
beautifully
Stops me in my tracks
The week seems to drag on
But you got my back
at the end of it all
Racing through
the endless weekly marathon
Our eyes and thoughts align
to this lovely phenomenon
Cause it's not love
without you and me
This isn't just history
in the making
It's cartoons,
kush and coffee
You're my Saturday morning, baby
I'll love you through
all the days and weeks to come
But lucky for us
This weekends only just begun
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
for what it's worth,
all this work will be forgotten by sunday.
for what it's worth,
my accomplishments will be forgotten by sunday.
for what it's worth,
all my ambition and drive will be forgotten by sunday.
for what it's worth,
i hope they will remember on monday.
however,
my ambition and drive might burn itself out,
but i'll just blow on it and stoke the flame
it'll set the entire world on fire
taking it by storm, hurricane after hurricane,
until the ash settles and the water recedes,
and a single snowflake settles on the tip of my nose.
(and then melts immediately afterward)
that snowflake'll turn into a raging blizzard
screaming my name until the cold snap is over
and the world is covered with the glaciate, bruised feathers
of birds once in flight
i'll kick up my feet on my frozen desk, blow the smoke
from the crumbling shell that once was my determination
and smile ruefully and the world i first took over and then destroyed
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
You called me "temperamental."
You said I’m “taciturn and I'm spoiled.”
We were in the crowded cafeteria,
so I refused to become embroiled.
I wanted to say you’re conceited -
a know-it all , with stupid hair and
between your ears there’s nothing there.
But what you said stuck in my head.
No more texts! I'm ignoring your thread.
I have things to tell you - to your face -
and that would be Monday (I'll have to wait).
You think you’re hot - but NO, your NOT
- and I'm done helping you study.
Your jokes are lame
your kisses tame
and by the way - your dog is ugly.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
They say all good things come to an end.
I believe it.
Like, how every time you come to the end of a book, but you don’t want it to end,
But you also don’t want to stop reading it.
Like how beautiful, warm mornings end in cold, dark nights you’re scared of,
But you can’t change the way of nature.
The invincible, blazing flames, burning anyone that’s too close,
Also eventually turns to dust.
Or even the part of a song that, you so want to jam to, comes on just as you’re about to park into the garage,
And you have to bring it to an abrupt stop.
The fun weekends, which you’ve waited for the whole week, ends in just a blink of the eyes,
And you’re still counting the things you didn’t get to do this time too.
Even, how you always whine about your ice-cream playing tricks on you,
Because every time you eat a spoonful, it vanishes in thin air.
Like how your first kiss, young, innocent and pure, made your heart go thump-thump against your chest,
That even I could hear.
Or your steady breathing on my neck as you lie close to me, and gentle mumbling against my skin,
But, you will eventually wake up and it’ll end.
Even the sweet morning kisses all over me, that I love so much, have to stop.
Like how this ****** beautiful 'us' have to.
The you, the me, the us.
The quarrels, the promises, the love.
But, they say all good things come to end.
I believe it. Still.
So. we have to, too.
Because all ends have new beginnings, and not all beginnings are bad, right?
Right?
I wish you find your bad, and I mine, so that it wouldn’t end this way.
So now, before you say goodbye, I want you to let go.
Because sometimes, somethings come to an end,
And it’s okay.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
I am not a fan of breakfast
I'm just never in the mood
Because every thing we have
It just looks like tasteless food
Although I get out some milk
And get out some bland cereal
Yeah trust me I am aware
That its not nutritional
Yet I get out civil-ware
And continue to prepare
Although something just feels off
Oh No, it's my greatest fear
6 a.m. on a weekend
Wait why am I here!
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
They always say time's not wasted when you're wasted, but well
How can I find the girl I wanna be with
When you're not yourself?
Hope you feel what I have felt,
And though it's you I'm still all about
It's still hard to tell you that
When half the nights you're passing out.
But go on, party on until you drop
As you raise up your glass, yelling "Give me one more shot,"
Hoping that'll hit the spot, won't you please just stop?
Because I don't think this is right
I can't just watch you make mistakes
While you think that you're living life
You got me over-thinking
But I know I'll still be there whenever
Looking past your wrong decisions
And underneath I know you're better
I'm no knight in shining armor you were dreaming
I'm just a boy willing to take a chance on someone I believe in
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
I remember when I used to wish for weekends
It was time for us
Nobody came between our plans
Not even ourselves
We’d vent and release
Letting go of all worries
We’d joke and laugh
About anything and everything
We’d hug and kiss
Cuddling until our heart’s content
It was just us
But something changed one day
I’m not sure what it was
Now it’s as if I have to
Pull teeth and nag constantly
Only to spend a few hours together
On a Sunday night
Where you leave early
Because of life the next day
I know I shouldn’t complain
Every moment with you is a moment well spent
Though, I can’t shake this feeling
That you want to spend less and less time
By my side
Maybe I’m losing my mind
I always tend to wonder
If I annoy or bother you
I only want to hear your voice
To talk to you and be noticed
I just want to be loved
And it feels like you don’t even want to do that
Let alone spend time with me on a Saturday night
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
Every weekend
*The same **** thing*
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
With him
The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
All the bridges burned
Without
a single
look
back
But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
Can't be rebuilt
And yet
I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul
And they may be small
But put together
They create my life as a whole
Every Weekend
The same **** thing
And it hurts
Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
Then all three pieces
Get
RIPPED
Right out of my soul
And until next weekend
I cannot feel whole
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
how can a few weekends for a few months mean anything?
how can you end up liking the person who was there to mess with your mind?
How can i care for someone who is half my age?
how do i stop this hurting and endless ache i have for you and your return?
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
He was the Weekender Boy
with lips that tasted like salty sea caramel
on lovely Saturday mornings
and caresses that felt like soft warm sunbeams
on lazy Sunday afternoons
Mondays she sat behind him in lecture halls
watching the back of his black-haired head
as he flirted in the front row seats
Tuesdays were him walking past her bench
pinning her in place with those glacier blue eyes
that always turned away to porcelain redheaded dates
Wednesdays it was his calls that came at 3:05AM without fail
and she'd listen patiently to his drunken rants and giggles
that sometimes ended in tears and incoherent apologies
Thursdays he exhaled alcohol breaths one-two-three-four
while laying her down across his green vintage car hood
gentle as she moved lithe and languorous beneath him
Fridays they broke dorm rules and shared a room at night
they stayed up over beer and banana milk
and at sunrise she'd wake up in his arms to his smiling eyes
He was the Weekender Boy,
and she was the only girl who ever owned him on weekends.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
In moments like these
we like to think life's a breeze
It puts us at ease.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC