"workloads" poems
My brother doesn't see what he is doing
Only calling when he wants something
So needy, when I need you more than as a convenience.
I cannot give you more than I have.
I gave you my support when you joined the military
When they discharged you for hearing loss
I held your head as you cried and told me that you had no worth.
I remember when you were small before your growth spurt, when people picked on you--when I picked on you.
I am truly sorry, maybe it is my fault you are this way....
You are a gentle giant some days, helping disabled children ride horses or help with large workloads.
Yet you treat others so badly on most days
You bully our mother
Cuss the man that stepped in
As our own father left us
I hope this is simply a phase to grow out of.
You act as though you are a freak,
And you must fight anyone and everyone to prove your worth.
You proved to me the night that I was ***** that you can be a man.
You were only ten back then, but you slung your fist at him so hard I heard bones crack.
I want that man as my brother, the man I know that you are capable of being.
Why are you so arrogant?
Why do your friends treat you as a god because you are abnormally tall?
Does it make you feel good to put others down?
I hope you see the error of your ways, before you look around at all the bridges you've burned, and you suddenly realize you are on an island completely alone.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
In the grand tapestry of teaching, oh what an irony,
Heavy workloads and limited time, a teacher's reality.
The demands of planning and administrative tasks,
Leave little room for professional growth, an ironic mask.
Standardized assessments hold their prominent sway,
Personalized instruction often pushed astray.
In the pursuit of measurable student success,
Oh what an irony, tailored learning becomes less.
Creativity yearns to dance with the curriculum's frame,
But guidelines and standards can stifle its flame.
Balancing innovation and prescribed requirements,
Oh what an irony, creativity often expires.
Assessment-focused teaching takes center stage,
Holistic development may find itself in a cage.
The pressure to achieve desired outcomes so keen,
Oh what an irony, limiting the broader learning scene.
Teachers, pillars of education, yet often unrecognized,
Their impact immense, but acknowledgment minimized.
In the realm of recognition and fair compensation,
Oh what an irony, undervaluing their dedication.
Autonomy, a cherished gift for teachers to possess,
But administrative constraints can hinder their success.
Top-down decisions and rigid schedules in place,
Oh what an irony, limiting their teaching grace.
Work-life balance, a delicate tightrope to tread,
Nurturing students' well-being while their own is spread.
In the pursuit of equilibrium, an ironic juggle,
Teaching others to thrive, their own balance a struggle.
Outcomes become paramount, their value held high,
Yet the process of learning can sometimes pass by.
Prioritizing scores over growth and lifelong skills,
Oh what an irony, neglecting the learning thrills.
In the world of teaching, ironies abound,
Navigating the contradictions, often profound.
But amidst these challenges, educators endure,
Oh what an irony, their passion remains pure.
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 2:48 AM UTC
summer always feels the best
and it shares all humans
with no explanation.
summer holds innumerable quests
and they hold within them
lessons and learning.
summer can’t quite compare to winter
with devoid gales holding ransom
to the inside of an insulated wok.
summer isn’t an escape
from rough workloads and energy
spent from winning all that bread.
summer is a connection with self
that permeates all fibers
of the self and rejuvenates the soul.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
The first one
A bully
Keeping me on a leash
Under threat of abandonment
The second one left
Moved to another state
Robbing me even
Of the opportunity to be chosen
To cut his goodbye cake
The third one was too girly
Weak willed, too easily embarrassed and self conscious
One who’d rather
Be the star of a pretend fashion show
Than attempt dangerous and
Exciting escapades
In the playground
The fourth were a pair
But new schools
Different interest
New friends
New workloads
Made it difficult to keep up
And the relationship drifted away
The fifth were once again a pair
But, too caught up in each other
Until a falling out with one
And a lack of opportunities to see the other
And eventual conflict between the two
Shattered that relationship to a fragment of its former self
The sixth was too self obsessed
With too many problems of her own
Sleep deprivation
Prone to sicknesses
Struggling with classes
And a general lack of social awareness
And extreme denseness
And seriousness
Ended that too
And now, I’m on the seventh
We shall see how it goes
Thus far we are two completely different specimens of people
One would opt for Scooby Doo and Agatha Christy
The other for cheesy romance Asian dramas and light novels
One would rather be building the sets
The other, on the stage
One cares nothing at all for other’s thoughts
The other cares too much
One wants to be a police woman
The other simply cannot choose
It shouldn’t be possible
Yet it is
And perhaps, it is our extreme differences that bring us together
That keeps us from clashing
Or,
Maybe something in our respective personalities find solace in the other
Whatever the case
I hope we last
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
City lights glowing on the horizon
Busy traffic bustling the wide roads
Chatter and car horns blaring in unison
Worn out souls coming home from heavy workloads
Bloodshot eyes feel like popping out
Insomniac born from hundreds of sleepless nights
Demons inside me scream and shout
Pleading for a taste of freedom just for tonight
Dim irises reflect the sorrows felt inside
Fake smiles can't hide the dead soul behind
Please tell me how to cross this wide divide
Let me feed your lust, heal the ills of your mind
Come with me now, its do or die
Let's go away and find our northern lights
Come now, don't be afraid, no more alibis
Let's be free from our woes, just for tonight
Fallen angels in search of a paradise
In this dreadful hell people call Life
A place of solitude just for us will suffice
A sweet serenity in this lifetime of strife
Let your kisses be my addiction
Let your breathing be music to my ears
Let me consume your lustful affliction
Let me dive and banish your silly fears
Let me loose myself in the city of angels
Let me bask in the glory of its bright lights
Let my demons burn from the touch of angels
Bring me to where you are and calm my sighs
You are the bright lights in my dim existence
You are my soothing calm in this endless storm
You satiate my longing just with your presence
In this midnight love affair all of me you've restored
Morning sunlight shines its rays on us
Warm blankets wrapped around your curvatures
The storms in our eyes gone in that quick rush
Vanishing in the dust in our one night adventure
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC