"adulting" poems
Two years into adulting.
It’s possible, who knew?
I look the same as yesterday
But today I’m twenty two!
Dentist trips still freak me out,
Sometimes I burn an egg.
My blanket covers both my feet,
So monsters won’t grab my leg.
I don’t go out on Friday night,
My ankles feel the weather.
And when I help the kids with homework,
We both learn math together.
Sometimes I’ll burst out crying
For no reason at all.
I know the words to one rap song,
And still prefer guys tall.
My puns are all intended,
There is a spoon I hate,
I’ll never mix my whites and brights,
I can’t stay up too late.
My life has been a wild ride
But I’m thankful for each day.
One day I hope to be mature,
One day... but not today.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
I may have achey feet from working
all the live long day.
But I'm grateful for them.
They take my mind off my aching heart. Caused by the curse of adulting and time keeping us apart.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC
I don't want to
Throw up or Cry
& Overthink everything
At the same time
But I'm drunk
And it seems to be all
Which comes to mind
I really shouldn't drink so much
But who is to tell me
What to do
When all I need is rent
& food is a secondary expense
This adulting thing doesn't bode well
Too many bills
Too many responsiblities
Too many expectations
With blood comes too many questions
And isn't it easier to
Tell a story than
Actually speak the truth
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
I make my own soup and I kiss my own boo-boos,
I tell tall tales about love, hell, and voodoos.
I cover up my sadness with jokes, smoke, and malice
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?
God and I have a pretty tight relationship
I talk to him every night when my fingers touch my lips.
I throw my bones at dogs and contort my soul for fun,
Chewed up, spat out. I’m just like everyone.
-SLuR
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 10:30 PM UTC
all of these issues
never started
until i turned adult
or that is just when
they became more apparent
that i can’t handle my own
this all seems like my fault
all of these issues
never seem to disappear
not the crying
not the fight inside
not the fights outside
i don’t know if i’ll ever be ok
i just know i’m trying
and every single day
i wish i was back on the sixth floor
all of these issues
they never existed up there
they were gone
and i only had to worry about me
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
my mother worries
that there will be no one
by her bed
when she dies
she doesn't remember
that when i was a toddler
she put herself to bed
and made me her parent
she forgets that she used
those little hands to rub
her back--her head
until she felt better
these grown up hands
still wince
at the thought of touching
her skin
somehow i will have
to find a way to fulfill my
adult responsibilities
perhaps she still has
a day or two til then
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
There is no such thing as adulting
There is no such thing as growing up
Biological age cannot be an indicator
A source of income cannot be a dictator
The drama that disguises you as a sufferer
is apt for twitter and synonymous with tumblr
You can look like 50 but still behave like a toddler
Age, intellect , experience and memory don’t matter
Clarity of thought , clarity in action
is what everyone wants, just pay attention
Stages of life are only byproducts of imagination
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
(the birth of Christ - in Gen-Z slang)
Mary and Joseph were tight-ship.
Mary was a real-one, and no clout-chaser
One night Angel Gabriel overstreeted with word
that Cap-G made Mary chabby with soup-baby
Mary was shook and big-mad but Joseph
was baby-goggles for Cap-G’s quinlan fetus
so Mary was “okrrrrrrrrr”
A minute later Mary and Joe had to roll deep,
adulting to Bethlehem with tribute to Augustus,
the main character, but no mo-mo swerved em’
ghetto and asan Mary was Cap-G’s baby-mama!
Later these bchaps rfts biters brang Cap-J
some bag and herb to extra flex for Cap-G
while angels lay in the cut with lowkey bop.
———————- translation
Mary and Joseph were married and in love.
Mary was an average girl not into notoriety
.
One night Angel Gabriel appeared and said
that God made Mary pregnant with his child
Mary was shaken-up and and angry but Joseph
Was excited for them to have God’s beautiful child
so Mary was had no choice but to say “OK”
Months later Mary and Joe had to travel far together,
As citizens, to Bethlehem to pay taxes to Augustus (Caesar).
Emperor of rome, but a lack of motels caused them to
Stay in a manger and there Mary had God’s child.
Later these rich star followers brought Jesus
some money and herb as gifts to impress God
while angels gathered and sang to comfort the child.
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
What does it mean
to be adult in this world?
To be scared,
scarred and broken?
A protector of others
without your own,
buckled and bruised
while smiling,
hiding a crushed spirit
behind a job.
A job that doesn't pay,
it takes all your time away
head in hands
tears only fall where
no one sees
Cold heavy worldly weight
Lies heavy on small shoulders
This is adulting
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
It becomes exhausting to come up with some ******** statement to intrigue thee. I'm not the everyday "raconteur" of great stories or jolly experiences. To be honest with each and every individual I meet about the struggles I face would take the courage I don't have. So I avoid the situation all together.
What does it mean to **** at adulting?
The question I despise the most upon meeting relatives or friends of family is...
"So what are your future plans?" i.e. (What are your accomplishments that will delight me? What are your goals? How much money are you making out of this?) I agree in which it's quite a bold matter to address, but the question ***** the life RIGHT out of childhood.
*That's when I know I **** at adulting.*
I repulse the means to grow up and get my **** together. Some would characterize it as extreme laziness, carelessness or even stupidity. But most times I feel as though if you don't understand the challenges I face, you wouldn't understand my dilemma.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Coming to terms
With things you don't like
Is part of living a grown up life.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
A face full of metal
And skin bleeding ink
With an image this hard
What do people really think?
They don't see the anxiety
Waking me up in a panic most days
Or the nausea that accompanies it
As I try to get ready for my day
I see my reflection
And I look calmer than I feel
Toothpaste foaming at the mouth
I'm trying to learn how to deal
How to convince my feet
To drag me to classes
When all I want to do
Is lay in bed til this passes
But adulting leaves no room for anxiety
And my grades will falter if I keep missing
It's an endless cycle of dos and don't
And I feel like it could **** me
Only a month ago
I could order food without a second thought
And now I'm just drowning again
From all of this anxiety I've got
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
State of union
as we're unified, we're lateral
parallel,
paraphernalia in our religions
to add to this televised broadcast
forecasting short cuts and short comings
Sure—
I'm running out of excuses tongue-loosened painfully,
but who thought,
the chief that is,
invited everyone to our ghost dance
they stand and applaud,
Me at the helm of our podium
they **** and they gawk,
you at my breast plate
the air I drink is futile I cough,
But Is it kosher?
Nova Scotian landscapes supplementing dinner,
The candles on your dessert,
reminds me of our fire,
We once had, We flicker,
Once singular now plural -- yes adulting made us thorough,
through the rigours,
I feel different
YOU'RE TRIGGERED,
them posts traumatic symptoms I remind you of
frequently,
I listen
I sin again, I sin again
Differently,
You take me back,
Religiously,
And say,
meditation is key,
Khalad would be proud
emotionally I'm wolverine --
Untouchable,
But that was yesterday and I'm trynna say,
Sorry
I'm trynna be unguarded
as a point guard off the inbound,
Pointing to your tilted crown — Adjust it to your coils
Flag a waiter down,
Beef is not what I wanted
nor pleasant to your palette
major key — take the salmon
Overall I think we're better now,
I asked my mom about you
and my aunt about your culture
What you really need is closure
Instead of asking for permission,
settled for forgiveness,
you sweep your pride away in the name
the victim,
Treat me like I treated you
Treat me like you're bullet proof,
Treat me like those systematic flaws --
Unforgivable
You left me?
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I wonder what you'd say if you could see me now.
If we passed on the street, would you recognize me?
Because
I made something of myself, you know?
I hold down a great job.
My coworkers love me.
People respect me because I'm good at what I do.
People respect me because I'm a good friend.
People respect me because I respect them.
I made something of myself, you know?
I pay my rent and bills and insurance
On time with the money I earn by hard work,
And hell, I'm proud of me.
I made something of myself, you know?
Made a few friends along the road
And communication keeps us staying that way.
They know where I stand
And they're proud of me too.
I made something of myself, you know?
I guess you really don't.
It's been years since you've picked up the phone
To ask me how I am,
To see what I've done,
To learn what kind of person I'm become,
To behold the woman I have grown into.
I've made something of myself, you see.
And it just plain *****
That you refuse to be
A mother to me.
I don't need you to coddle,
To hand-hold or problem-solve.
I just need you to be
My mom.
I'm grown, I'm adulting, I'm fine.
But, don't you wish you knew me now
Instead of just the me when I was a kid?
Don't you wish you could see
The person I've grown to be?
Would you ever be proud of me?
I guess I'll never know.
But before I go,
Thanks.
Really.
You may not be the best role model or mom,
But I am who I am today
Because I chose to be.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
Tonight, as I lay in bed, thoughts playing old memories on rewind - stop & pause at the good moments, fast forward through all the bad - my brows begin to furrow as I ask myself... what if? What if I would’ve decided to go a different college? What if I actually changed my major when I realized I would never be a striving politician? What if I would have not lived for others and lived for myself?
Well, here’s the beautiful thing about what ifs: it’s not the life you’re meant to live. If I didn’t study what I did I never would have met my husband. If I never met my husband I never would have realized I wanted to become a nurse. If I never lived these moments, I never would have found my true destiny. I can’t say I’m happy that it took me so long to find my purpose in life, but when I reflect on my life I now realize the mindset I needed to get to where I am today and not where it was 5 years ago. Unfortunately, life doesn’t wait for you to catch up. Thankfully, I have someone who undoubtedly believes in my abilities to succeed.
Regardless of how long it took to figure out or how long it takes for me to get to where I’m meant to be, I’m proud of the woman I’ve become and am still becoming.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
The anxiety and depression with my chronic pain and medication
Destroy my brain and grip my heart
Tearing me apart
Until I can't breathe anymore
I'm 22
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
**thoughts in my head clouding my sight
my anxieties keeping me up at night
constantly thinking you’re not on my side
thinking that all my demons will collide
there’s something in the water i drink
i know this because i fear what i think
you tell me i’m crazy and that we’re okay
are you tired of reminding me everyday
i spin further away from my truth
i dive deeper into the pain of my youth
digging and searching for some peace
but these voices in my head don’t cease
i remember the rush the joy the ache
knowing there was something at stake
self harm my absolute longest lost friend
i hope that we never ever meet again**
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
25...
When you were a kid you thought that you would be married by now
Have it all figured out
The career
The home
The car
The kids
Now you're here and holy ****
Do we ever really figure it out?
Adulting is hard
Your Facebook feed is filling up with engagements and baby announcements
but your reading the newsfeed in the liquor isle of Safeway
Beer or wine tonight? Hmm maybe *****
"Psh who wants to be a boring married couple"
That's what you think to yourself
Trying to convince yourself that it's okay
Drown out that little voice in your head saying "you're gonna be alone forever"
It's like walking on a tightrope
One side you have it together and the other side you still might as well be that 21 year old college student ordering shots at the bar
If someone has this figured out- hit a homie up
Until then, I'm just doing me and I guess I'm doing fine
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
you trap me
in-between your arms,
telling me all about a secret
you have buried
underneath your tongue
for months now,
but kindness
is the only part
of me that manages
to escape from your grip.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
When I grew out of my adolescence
I lost my crippling thrist to write
I stopped cutting myself in my early 20's;
just like the research articles said I would
Disorder direction, however,
was not the cause of my coping correction
I moved away from rampant tantrums
Sliding down the slope of sufferance
I used to write to externalize my internal desperation
My frustration with the life I was given*
*(Certainly not the choices I've made)
Over a decade of time has aged me
From a helpless girl, to an impassive woman
Submissive to circumstance
Now, I chain bricks to my ankles
And throw myself in the sea of apathy
I will not expend the energy to care,
but rather intentionally strive for indifference
In doing so, I sacrifice my desire to write…
Losing desperation makes me hollow
Then again, helplessness is for children.
I am a woman now.
I no longer crave the ability to describe my emotions
Asking for help is not a viable option anymore
I've tried that long enough
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 9:50 PM UTC
Adulting?
Insulting!
I'm still just a kid.
Peter Pan ain't got **** on me,
(but he wishes he did!)
It's a syndrome of sorts,
born deep in the bones:
Children at heart with bodies full grown.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
the smell of bitter grapes
unwarrented affections
i need to stop letting myself
drown in these things
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 4:10 AM UTC
I'll be there for you
...
when it works out for me
but,
I don't feel like
feeling
anymore
so
I'm gonna
take
a step back
and try
to just
"be"
I'm pretty sure
the universe
won't
miss me
too much
I'll be back
when I
feel more like
"adulting"
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
there’s too much
of this -
too much work
and paying bills
not enough playing
and finding thrills
in sand pies
made at the beach
and silly
jabberwocky speech
too much worrying
about this and that
not enough funning
lends you a life
perpetually flat
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
Can I live with being a twit?
As someone who doesn’t quite
fit
among the sensible crowd
who get things done
and those I find to be
ever so loud
about all their successes and skills
within the adulting world
that lacks any thrills!
Could I live without the joy of
swinging on a swing
or ignore the sudden urge
to attempt a highland fling
or pass on the chance to
loudly yet badly sing?
Put that way, I have to admit,
I can definitely live with being a twit.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC