Hey there! I hope you're ready to be mind blown?(I ask knowing fully well that I've got no actual explosive to achieve that). I was still up at 3am(don't judge me, you sleep late too)so I wrote this poem. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Tuesdays show me your color,
Bright but a little dim,
Gold but still kind of silver.
Wednesdays depict your entirety,
Anxious but somehow chill,
Not sad but then again, not happy.
Thursday, sweet Thursday,
Paints you in her wake,
With her easel brush,
She colors you in simplicity and complications.
Fridays show me the other side of you,
Chilly but not nippy,
Sunny but not scorchy.
Saturdays seem to know you best
Because she mirrors just how
Unready you are to leave the couch.
But then it's Sunday
And today, only today,
Your life has to be all rosy and sunny,
As you tie a scarf on your head,
To place all your roaming thoughts in check.
You know what beats me the most?
It's how you juggle your multiple lives,
All in one but somehow still fragmented.
I often wonder, if you could talk,
What would you tell us?
Would you say we should stop stretching you so damn hard?
Or would you say you're tired?
Tired of being placed where you would rather not be,
Tired of being misused ,
Tired of being blamed for our mistakes
And most of all,
Tired of jumping through motions so fast,
You never can catch your breath.
I often wonder what you do when we are asleep,
Do you come out of us,
Smoke a cigar,
Sip on a bottle of vodka
And just wish you could take the entire year off?
Tonight, I'll sleep in later than normal
So you just might get a little more time off than usual.
But then, we both know that's just me being selfish,
As we humans are.
I hope you realize you learnt absolutely nothing from reading this poem, just as I learnt nothing from writing it.
Mondays remind me of you,
Of the veins you pop pulling your weight too hard.Tuesdays show me your color,
Bright but a little dim,
Gold but still kind of silver.
Wednesdays depict your entirety,
Anxious but somehow chill,
Not sad but then again, not happy.
Thursday, sweet Thursday,
Paints you in her wake,
With her easel brush,
She colors you in simplicity and complications.
Fridays show me the other side of you,
Chilly but not nippy,
Sunny but not scorchy.
Saturdays seem to know you best
Because she mirrors just how
Unready you are to leave the couch.
And today, only today,
Your life has to be all rosy and sunny,
As you tie a scarf on your head,
To place all your roaming thoughts in check.
You know what beats me the most?
It's how you juggle your multiple lives,
All in one but somehow still fragmented.
I often wonder, if you could talk,
What would you tell us?
Would you say we should stop stretching you so damn hard?
Or would you say you're tired?
Tired of being placed where you would rather not be,
Tired of being misused ,
Tired of being blamed for our mistakes
And most of all,
Tired of jumping through motions so fast,
You never can catch your breath.
I often wonder what you do when we are asleep,
Do you come out of us,
Smoke a cigar,
Sip on a bottle of vodka
And just wish you could take the entire year off?
Tonight, I'll sleep in later than normal
So you just might get a little more time off than usual.
As we humans are.
I hope you realize you learnt absolutely nothing from reading this poem, just as I learnt nothing from writing it.
I learnt somethings
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