#officepoetry

[poetola]

Can I submit this instead of my research proposal? 🤓 #officepoetry #fridgepoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqx8Vj4AdP9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1sdbl49cjlndj

[lizzstraight]

#haikubes #napowrimo #officepoetry #lunchbreakcreations #anonymousauthor happy #nationalpoetrymonth #lol #teachershavelivestoo

[jordidge]

Fucking, Procrastinating

I find myself with too many sex interests in long periods of singularity.

I find myself with too many distractions in long periods of intimacy.

I need to remove the fucking and the loving and create.

I need alcohol and candid conversations.

I tend to dangle myself out of windows of pleasure and get caught by the first person to notice.

My time suffers, mind suffers, my life suffers, my art suffers more.

Time for work.

[fulturiewalls]

Clouds

“How are you?”

I smiled, looked down while keeping myself not to cry. I looked up.

“Just like how the clouds look good from afar and how they disappear slowly when they are near you.”

A tear fell down...

“What about you?”

“Just like the other clouds looking for others that I can be with through rains, storms, hails and summer heats.”

[fulturiewalls]

Tightrope Walker

Today is different from the other day, everyone’s having fun. I’m here... trembling in fear and uncertainty. I looked down and suddenly felt the incoming pain, the pain of not getting up again.

Everyone’s reassuring me to just trust my tightrope. I tried, but I’m still in doubt; it is steady... thinking that the tightrope and the walker must be one and inseparable.

I looked up and felt the courage and strength, but still, I question my own self if I can... that I will definitely do this. You told me that this is just for fun, but with my paranoid system, I doubted, doubted until I found the truth.

The truth that the one I believed in so much can leave me hanging. The truth that everyone will laugh at my foolish mistake. The truth that I’ll be numb while walking in the air without my tightrope. And the truth that when I fell..

I realized that I can still walk on the ground,

even without you...

MY TIGHTROPE.

Written by: Ian Rae O. Estores - a registered psychometrician and a registered romanticist who loves Western foods and Eastern culture. An artist throughout his life, he is full of creative lapses, but imaginative and expressive experiences compensates for those.

[fulturiewalls]

301-302

This is my story. This is my story.

I keep living to know you, the mysteries about you. I keep searching, searching for the one that can take away this pain. I always look for you whenever I walk through your door. I’m crying...again, this time, in front of the television. You’re not there. You’re with him again, am I right? He broke my heart again. I can’t handle this one. He sure is that kind of guy, the type of guy whom you liked. I was wrong. I thought it was a perfect love story.

I smell barbecues in there. Are you two enjoying? I am burning all of our photographs together, his lie-filled letters of promises. You two sure are enjoying your daily activities. I’m jealous. Yes, this is fun! You should come and help me.

It’s 12 o’clock in the morning. I can’t sleep! What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing...You’re almost perfect! You’re guy is lucky to have you. Do you think so? So, why is everyone hurting me? It’s because you haven’t met me yet... Maybe I still haven’t met you... ...that you ignore me whenever I smile and greet you “good morning”. ...that I keep focusing on something, I knew would leave me behind. This is my story. This is my story. I still love her from the day I first met her until now... I keep losing, ignoring someone who will love me genuinely... This is “our” story.

Written by: Ian Rae O. Estores - a registered psychometrician and a registered romanticist who loves Western foods and Eastern culture. An artist throughout his life, he is full of creative lapses, and imaginative and expressive experiences compensate for those.

[ponderingpicayunity]

Sub 7 (ST)

Buckling under The weight of tedium… wait! Fire alarm day!

[ponderingpicayunity]

Sub 5 (JA)

The walls painted beige The carpet is grey and black Colour drains away