"deadlines" poems
As the sun slowly sets
The precursor to the week
With deadlines,
Orders,
Oh so bleak
The calm before the storm
Too restless to enjoy
For everybody knows
It's sunday's melancholy ploy
Responsibilities loom overhead
Our heart as heavy as the air
The world has now gone silent
We sit in subtle fear
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
I can’t listen.
My mind is a prison.
Tears fall down my cheek.
My confidence weak.
No appetite to eat.
Thoughts race and prevent me from sleep.
Bags under my eyes.
Whats that in the sky?
They tell me its just a phase.
ADD isn’t real.
Why is this such a big deal?
Little do they know it ruins my days.
Can’t focus in class.
Teachers think its a load of crap.
No one understands that this isn’t okay.
I try so hard.
I studied all night!
But I always seem to fail.
Look at my medication.
Look up the facts.
When will they realize ADHD is real.
Reality and daydreams.
Which one is real?
Which is more important;
The lesson in class, or the color of my nails?
My confidence; frail
My complexion; pale
My mind?
A jail.
But I put on a smile.
Make life seem worthwhile.
Because once in a while I can finish a task.
But pretending i’m fine.
Missing homework deadlines.
It’s like i’m hiding myself with a mask.
Don’t get me wrong.
Some people have it worse.
At least I have a roof over my head.
Although i’ve cried.
I’ve never considered suicide.
But others wish to be dead.
So treat me with respect.
Break the stigma.
And educate yourself.
ADHD is real.
It’s an unfair deal.
So you can choose to understand mental health.
I don’t have enough focus to listen.
And thats what your missing.
This is not a choice, this is something I dread.
So next time you judge me.
Next time you label me.
Remember, some with ADHD wish to be dead.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
being a good student is always one of the reasons
being a good student is one of the reasons why im a really inconsiderate friend, apparently
because i dont share my answers
because i dont break the rules
and because i dont hate going to school
i just dont have the heart to tell them that school is actually my quiet
that school is my rest from life
that school is my escape
that this is how it was
being a good student is one of the reasons why im an unreliable brother, it seems
because i dont tend to their needs when im home
because i dont help them with their homework
and because i dont have any time left for them bec im focusing on my studies
i just dont think they'll want to hear that im not doing any of it for them because no one did those for me
that no one made me dinner at age 13
that no one ever taught me how to answer my homework
that this is how it was
being a good student is one of the reasons why im a irresponsible son, i believe
because i dont ever want go to family outings
because i dont prioritize them over school meetings
and because im barely home from sleeping over my classmates' houses just to finish a ******* output
i just dont think he'd appreciate me telling him i never felt like a part of that family
that i never felt like he'd prioritize me over anything
that i never once felt like coming back to this house was the same as coming back home
that this is how it was
that this is how it is
that im so sick of everyone saying im
an inconsiderate friend
or an unreliable brother
specially an irresponsible son
so if the only thing im good at are quizzes and projects and tests and deadlines
then i sure as hell am gonna keep at it
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
So many plans,
Such mediocre deadlines,
So little time.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
How more lavish can our lives be??
Smoking dope, lying in sand enjoying the cool ocean breeze;
Not a care in the world; no deadlines to meet;
Who can stop me? I’m the king of my own imaginary fleet.
As the time passed by and my cravings started to grow;
I was an addict in a tiny spark of time
And that is the only thing I know;
They showed me how to blow rings;
They showed me how to get high;
But they never told me that this habit will hit me like a rip tide.
I was just a young soul, with dreams in my mind;
Look what you’ve done to me, now I don’t even have time.
This journey has been short and easy,
Just like the first Kush you take;
Smoking was all that I did.
Please;
Now let me take a break!.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
This morning
I woke up and I told myself
It's a new day,
It's a new life.
This afternoon
I got home from school and I told myself
You're closer to your goals,
And closer to your deadlines.
This evening
I got up from a nap and I told myself
If you refuse to work for it,
How will you ever get there?
Tonight
Before I go to bed I will remind myself
" You are capable of great things,
But those great things are fruits of your labor. "
If you refuse to work hard now,
There's
no room
for regret
in the
future.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
Suffocation isn’t always hand on neck,
Squeezing, pressing down,
Blocking off air death.
Suffocation is the man with his tie tightened around his tender neck
Every morning 5 am
He is told he needs to work hard (and overtime) to feed his family
Does he not care about them?
Whittle his soul down to a single strand of consciousness,
Again and again,
Exhausted, stressed
Failing relationships,
Doesn’t speak to parents,
Hasn’t seen wife in 3 weeks
But work, yes bills, more important.
Work till you die,
Profit first everything else second.
Suffocation is the student,
Hand squeezing pen,
Eyes shut,
Failed another test,
She didn’t have time to study,
Deadlines,
Homework,
Projects,
overwhelming,
pushing her down,
tries to scream fails can't breathe,
silent cries for help unnoticed,
passion for learning depleted cold and dark and alone,
anxious, trembling, when will the next test be when will the next failure come when
suffocating dying restricted.
not always hand on neck restricting.
Sometimes, it's the restriction of the mind;restriction of the soul.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Quiet crickets.
Quiet light of moon
Quiet cars along the road
--Go'n be home soon
Quiet AC on too late
Quiet humming charger in the outlet
Quiet bathroom 'cross the hall, water dripping from the faucet
Quiet floors while set'ling in
You're too old for all that whinin'
Quiet creatures awake before the sun
The signals when it's shinin'
Quiet indistinguishable shadow still yet so foreboding
Oh, you're just a pile of clothes that I never got to folding
Quiet drafty window singing with such vigor and such soul
Catch a chill from that night air
Might catch a runny nose
Quiet thoughts-that handsome stranger, worries, deadlines, dreams, 'n stuff
Quiet bedtime playlist streaming
Clearly you were'nt good enough
Quiet poem bursting from me my
Admonition of defeat
quiet quiet.
too much quiet-
quiet, would you let me sleep?
2:46am 8.30.18
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
Bromley pale marmalade
on rye bread
in tupperware containers,
flasks of milky tea too.
Pens and paper at the ready to review places:
Anglesley Abbey and Borde Hill
visited on alternating months.
Gardens so awe inspiring
their visual consolation
so uplifting,
manna for the mind
and deadlines for the
horticultural society review.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
Please don’t study for 21 hours and sleep only for 3,
Please don’t worry yourself into a panic about deadlines,
Please don’t lose yourself while worrying about the whole **** world,
Please don’t.
Pamper yourself, get that bubble bath,
Go buy a pint of ice-cream and watch that thing you like,
Block people who are negative, put photos up of your friends,
Self-care is important.
- Me, learning after a semester of breakdowns and lost hope.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
Nothing ever comes close to my love for coffee. Not even my love for shoes, music, and photography combined.
I love my coffee during those hectic stretches of time when games and school exams and deadlines are held in the same weeks.
I love my coffee during the all-nighters and sleepless nights to keep up with everything going on.
I love my coffee during those sleepy and low energy moments after the early morning trainings.
I love my coffee during the days I am running late in my first period classes because I may have overslept.
I love my coffee during the hangover mornings after those wild drinking parties.
I love my coffee during the random and spontaneous hangouts at cafés.
I love my coffee during the long roadtrips with family or teammates.
I love my coffee early in the morning and late at night. I love my coffee at any time of the day.
I love my coffee for its sweet and intoxicating aroma. Just a sniff and it already feels like I am at home.
I love my coffee served hot that it reaches deep into the soul. I love my coffee served cool that it refreshes and chills the soul.
I love my coffee for the energy it brings me. I love my coffee for making my heart beat faster.
All of that swiftly changed when I met her. In just a short moment of time of exchanging the most basic informations between us.
I do not love her but she gets me through those hectic stretches of time.
I do not love her but she helps me keep up with everything and keeps me up at night.
I do not love her but she shares her energy with me after the early morning trainings.
I do not love her but she patiently waits for me for my first period classes whenever I oversleep.
I do not love her but she takes care of me during and after those wild drinking parties.
I do not love her but she keeps up with all my spontaneity.
I do not love her but she loves long drives and adventures herself.
I do not love her but she is always there for me no matter what, when, and where.
I do not love her but she really smells so nice every time. I do not love her but she feels like home.
I do not love her but she knows me so well including my deepest, darkest secrets. I do not love her but I always find myself looking forward to chilling out with her.
I do not love her but she really inspires me. I do not love her but she makes my heart beat faster.
Nothing ever came close to my love for coffee. Until I met her.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
my future partner,
Hi, I’m anna. I guess we’re co-writing this chapter of our lives together. I’m sure it’ll be epic. It takes a while for me to viscerally latch onto another being, so congrats to you for stealing my heart
because if I’m with you, that probably means I really love you.
I like sushi a lot, empty bookstores, and tea sipping sessions with my cat, xiaoxiao, who you will probably hear me talk about twenty-four seven. I hope you’re a cat person.
Within the realm of the arts, I like to write poetry and play piano. But my secret hobby is photography. It’s the best way to know someone without really knowing them. And if you hurt me, I’ll probably create an entire musical composition or a playlist of poetry about it. But I’ll forgive you instantly.
I might make mistakes, too. For instance, I’m horrible with directions, remembering events, deadlines, or anything unrelated to pedantic learning. My erratic and changeable moods can be quite the predicament as well, but I promise to be as tolerable as I can be through my storms.
I’m a biomedical science major with a minor in neuroscience. Assimilating an array of medical innovations, education, and terminology is, personally, my zenith of academic interest. I have a love and longing to help others. But sometimes, moving towards this ultimate vocation is strenuous and I do hope you understand how much medicine means to me. This means late night MCAT study sessions, mountains of neuroscience books, stacks of terminology notecards, homework, and paramounts of stress.
But I want to work on that. I promise that whatever I love, I love to a seemingly boundless depth- “from the tip of my apex and beyond,” if you’re into medical puns. I promise I’ll take you out to dinner, plan cute dates, and spend as much quality time with you as I can. I promise, we’ll travel to so many places, eat all the food we can in all the countries we visit, dive in every ocean we can find, and fly over every country we can point to on a map.
Most importantly, I promise to give you reasons to continue the chapters in your book. Because I struggle with that too.
Whether it be in a month, a year, a decade, or a lifetime...
I promise to love you, see you soon
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
Late for work.
That annoying person.
Errands, here and there.
Chaos.
Temperance.
Pressure...more pressure.
My head is spinning
Deadlines and challenges.
I want to give up.
I step outside to run from it all.
I am still seething with anger.
Silence.
Then I see your face.
Your hand in mine.
And everything just fade into the dark.
My sanctuary.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Who else in this inhumane edifice
can dance while the suspecting eyes stare
at his moistened armpit?
Pathetically unknowing music uplifts not just the soul but the intellect.
Who else got the fire in imparting?
or …
did theirs even start a single spark since then?
Who else brings out the best in these hopefuls?
It’s all the worse and worst that they see.
And you think San Pedro would be pleased
when you gloat you made all the priests, doctors, and engineers?
Woe to you who humiliate the chair by your indolent butts
while uttering kindergartenous blabbers you claim to be education!
Then you get all you want while tabula rasa remains tabula rasa.
And you
You seated on the higher chairs!
Why don’t you trample down awhile
and put your cataracting sight to use
before it even brings you to the death of light.
Has anyone of you even heard what your god told to Pontius Pilate?
Ha! The you-have-no-power-over-me’s have always been impervious to you bigots!
And you say to your kin let me handle it.
When it is delayed and their impatience grows
you see they’ll leave.
Did you ever fret about deadlines
of bills, of matriculas, of debts?
What do you feed to your clan? Feeds?
Get Ripley’s here!
Oh how divine to utter all the Fs!
©Glenn L. Sentes
February 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
to the girl who takes words out of people's minds
who speaks in metaphors, touches thousands of hearts
to the girl who aches for her prince to find
her poetry where it bled in the sea of rose quartz
to the girl who lived for two decades today
to the one who loves to the moon, back and around
the one who sits at the back of the cafe
writing for people whom she surrounds
happiest birthday my dear mermaid of poetry
you've been staying strong for twenty years now
it takes time to be the great person you want to be
you just have to keep your head unbowed
and things may be hard, may be tougher than this
and deadlines will keep trying to break you down
when the time comes you think you won't ever experience bliss
remember you're a mermaid, you can never drown
you've already been living for 7,300 days
eighty season changes in mermaid's time
you have survived all that crazy life chase
i think, my darling, you will be fine.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
He hit the canvass
cold last night;
that impressive frame
and charismatic soul
father, son
and consummate brother
went down for
the proverbial
10 count;
complete with iron band
and Iroquois
tap out pipes
and that fashionable
Frank Smith vein
there was no grudge
in this match
no condemning contest
or mad cap bout
just mano a mano
with the dark apparition
and it played out
precisely
(despite the bills
and pressing deadlines
and calls from Christ)
it came with tears
and fear
in that decisive
and surrealistic
voice from the ridge
they all arrived;
on plains
and trains
valiants
and fat boys
from across seas
and remote hills
bringing tales
and sorrow
angels,
laborers
and mourners
in mass
with eagle wreathes
and adorning pine
it was cited
as natural
but there ain’t
nothing natural
about The Heater
going down
nothing natural
for the
mauy thai bossman
with black leather gloves
and golden heart
the giver of hope
to those blue
collar dreamers
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
Gauging the time on my ever ready
Timepiece, I would be vacant without it
Guessing the minutes that miss out
As the second hand moves smoothly
Locking onto with its demonstration powers
How to mark time successfully, second by
Second, a prelude to the minute minder
Merging in with the big guns, the 'On
The hour Brigade' of salutes and silences
Schedules and deadlines.
The.....gong
The chime
The clang
The beep
The moment to be woken from our sleep
It's a curse at 'times' (excuse the pun)
The engagements starting point and
Finale. I wonder what time it is right now?
Would we lose ourselves scurrying to find
Our 'timepiece'. Do we pick up our redundancy
In favour of technological time and motion?
Even though the 'Wonder World' has not dreamt of....
And cannot conceivably equate.....powerful potent
Possibilities of fake time in an unknown spatial
Rhombus, conspiring recklessly to promote individual
Unreality; time spinning out the hour, through
The minutes, towards the last seconds.....
of our unreal lives
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
when time has worn right through my skin
and tasks ahead i can’t begin
my weary brain thinks only that
i wish, i wish i were a cat.
were that my only thought could be
a bird too high up in a tree
i’d lash my tail and arch my back
with muscles tensed for the attack.
i’d lick my whiskers, plan my spring
but falter when the bird takes wing
no matter if i miss that chance
a cat won’t give a second glance.
for cats have freedoms kept from me
no head for mute anxiety
no time but now, no deadlines missed
my only duty: to exist.
but if i were a cat i bet
i’d find some way to feel regret
i’d gaze through glass and ponder why
i’m pleased to let my life go by.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
When most people say they have seasonal depression, they usually mean in the winter
Depression and winter go hand in hand
Darkness, cold, shorter days, holidays where if you're alone you're miserable, deadlines
But some people don't understand that seasonal depression happens in the summer too
I wish I could explain why I don't want to go outside when the sun has never been brighter
I wish I could help you comprehend why going swimming is a perfect way for me to drown myself
I wish I could help you understand why I don't feel accomplished or at ease, I feel under pressure to have a good summer
But I can't
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
The scent of your perfume on my pillow,
it's long gone.
I don't know if I want you back,
but for certain,
I want it back.
It awakens not just my body-
but my soul.
It stirs my inner goddess,
I crave you.
I want it back.
It brings a stretch in my stride,
a stroll in my step.
Making me believe,
I'm the best version of myself.
I want it back.
It makes me a wanderer,
a dreamer,
like I've got the world at my finger tips.
I want it back.
I'm done with watching cars that pass me by,
hoping that you're in it.
I'm done with thinking about my goals,
they're just dreams with deadlines.
I want it back,
I want the part of me that you took with you back.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
2019
was
the
year
I was
to do
more
only
to
find
I
should
do
less
One month in
I sent January flowers on the third day
without even telling him.
He needed it after that last week.
White roses.
To creep out the dead
and question the living stuck inches deep under water.
Thursdays were mine.
Everyone of them,
forever.
Fridays,
I fried colons in grease and became an adult
when I was thrilled to be greeted by the polished grill
adjacent to its elder and a former twin.
I became closer to gambling and God.
Or Mammon?
I am all of theirs at this time
and boy,
does it literally say I am not to love both.
Or all.
Also; January you child.
I know you were angry when you had to leave.
Three days cooped wasn't going to pluck a Buffalo.
All of those times you got away with building walls for fists.
Just target practice and misses every time.
Cut yourself shaving and cry for a month.
I don't shame you,
this is your voice,
only you spoke this long while
I let you ignore the roads of the west side for generations
and complain from the heated indoors of mine.
Staring at a bus stop
I'm singing already with her, February.
I given you addictions both grand and small.
One month of January,
thirty-one says and three now, February.
I Stand still; in frame of a calendar,
Reflecting deadlines on my face.
Dark circles around my eyes and dates.
It is due to be the fourth before I know it.
Twenty-five opportunities reside in secret paths.
I can't find possibility knowing her name other than, February.
Soon March.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Pressure, deadlines,
Trauma and stress,
Give me the weight of the world,
And I will carry it.
But as strong as I am,
I'm even more weak.
My strength is all surface,
But my weakness runs deep.
Inside I'm so fragile,
So please be aware,
Like glass, I break easily,
So handle with care.
Give me impossible jobs,
And I will fight through them all,
But if you throw a sharp word,
I will crumble and fall.
I'm strong but so weak,
I'm fragile, hard to reach,
My strength is thin, my weakness deep,
So please break in, but don't break me.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I wanna see you when you're tired as ****
With blue skin under your eyes.
I wanna see you when you think life *****
Till the moment you break down and cry.
I wanna see you when you're stressed,
About things in your day or life.
I wanna see you without interest,
And when deadlines feel like knives.
I wanna see you when you doubt,
About choices which you made.
I wanna see you not being proud,
About models which fade.
I wanna see you irritated,
By me or other things around you.
I wanna see you medicated,
Sick and half dead by the flu.
I wanna see you uncomfortable,
Twisting with your fingers and legs.
I wanna see you freak out uncontrollable,
And only thinking what the hack.
I don't exactly why,
But I long to see also this of you.
And I won't hide,
That my flaws are not just a few.
Just be, let's see, so together we are free
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Hand
book
time
table
penalties
forms-
submission
lecture
mental construction
lecture
speech
lecture
tracing
language
c i r c u i t s
CORE
m o d u l e s
understanding individuals and groups
affect, motivation & cognition
supervisor agreement
ethics application
examination
current issues in attitude (research)
social neuros(cienc)es
judgment & decision making
DEADLINES.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC