"lunchbreak" poems - Hello Poetry

The thrill of it nicking a Twix from the corner shop, a lunchbreak one day in the mid-nineties looking inconspicuous between the chocolate and packs of smoky bacon crisps. Sam pilfered a Snickers, a Wispa, we dashed outside, ran back to school, couldn’t believe it, looking at our stolen goodies, not a splash of guilt alive in our minds.

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Oct 15, 2016

Oct 15, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Stealing

The thrill of it nicking a Twix from the corner shop, a lunchbreak one day in the mid-nineties looking inconspicuous between the chocolate and packs of smoky bacon crisps. Sam pilfered a Snickers, a Wispa, we dashed outside, ran back to school, couldn’t believe it, looking at our stolen goodies, not a splash of guilt alive in our minds.

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When you walked in the room I think time froze I lost my thoughts I forgot my next move My hand remained in the bag My lips remained chapped Unable to chew Unable to swallow my food I became a statue

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 4:20 AM UTC

oddpoet

Lunchbreak

When you walked in the room I think time froze I lost my thoughts I forgot my next move My hand remained in the bag My lips remained chapped Unable to chew Unable to swallow my food I became a statue

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I. That night, I placed a pillow over my head; I dreamt that I was dead. I had cut my wrists over the bathroom sink. I was laying down on the floor. On the bulge of my stomach, written in blood were the words: "I feel better now." Over by the side, in blood too, the wall proclaimed: "This is my version of okay." II. I dreamt of going to school on Monday and spending my lunchbreak crying in the bathroom. Hiding in the library when I'm full of tears, showing up to class empty. Seventeen is hard. Life is hard. Tell me what you wish for me. (I don't like going to bed sad.) III. It's so strange that I still feel so alone, maybe worse than before. I am tired of falling apart; I will try holding myself together. Like a scarecrow, mummy, dandelion puff. I will not fall just so I don't have to pick myself up again. IV. Give me a reason to surrender, or a viable way out of this mess. I don't want to break my heart, or anyone's. I just want to stop hurting. (I knew it wasn't going to be a good year.) V. I told you "no promises" because I don't need to promise. I have no control when it comes to you. I'm stuck with this overpowering love. I'd drive myself crazy missing you. I'd forget to be happy in the search for you. I promise I won't stop loving you; I can't promise I'll survive it.

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC

babyangel

March 19, 2016

I. That night, I placed a pillow over my head; I dreamt that I was dead. I had cut my wrists over the bathroom sink. I was laying down on the floor. On the bulge of my stomach, written in blood were the words: "I feel better now." Over by the side, in blood too, the wall proclaimed: "This is my version of okay." II. I dreamt of going to school on Monday and spending my lunchbreak crying in the bathroom. Hiding in the library when I'm full of tears, showing up to class empty. Seventeen is hard. Life is hard. Tell me what you wish for me. (I don't like going to bed sad.) III. It's so strange that I still feel so alone, maybe worse than before. I am tired of falling apart; I will try holding myself together. Like a scarecrow, mummy, dandelion puff. I will not fall just so I don't have to pick myself up again. IV. Give me a reason to surrender, or a viable way out of this mess. I don't want to break my heart, or anyone's. I just want to stop hurting. (I knew it wasn't going to be a good year.) V. I told you "no promises" because I don't need to promise. I have no control when it comes to you. I'm stuck with this overpowering love. I'd drive myself crazy missing you. I'd forget to be happy in the search for you. I promise I won't stop loving you; I can't promise I'll survive it.

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Lunch breaking The favorite part of the working man

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Jul 30, 2015

Jul 30, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC

jake-muler

Lunchbreak chronicle

Lunch breaking The favorite part of the working man

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We all know those songs That we really hate And yet it's those songs That play over and over again In our heads, we have no say in it Now Lisa in particular Has a problem with this Some days it drives her up the wall Especially those repeterive songs ... Like the 7 Nation Army Quietly I sing it all morning Should suffice by 12 o'clock Lunchbreak. I let it go and stop singing Shouldn't be long now "Tummm tum tum tum tumm tumm" Lisa starts slowly I let her go on untill she loses her patience She just can't get it out of her head I laugh and she knows why "I hate you"

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Apr 25, 2015

Apr 25, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC

lily-nurmi

On Replay

We all know those songs That we really hate And yet it's those songs That play over and over again In our heads, we have no say in it Now Lisa in particular Has a problem with this Some days it drives her up the wall Especially those repeterive songs ... Like the 7 Nation Army Quietly I sing it all morning Should suffice by 12 o'clock Lunchbreak. I let it go and stop singing Shouldn't be long now "Tummm tum tum tum tumm tumm" Lisa starts slowly I let her go on untill she loses her patience She just can't get it out of her head I laugh and she knows why "I hate you"

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