#work poetry

[yllopyllor]

Work/Inspired Poem: #10/#8

Where is your expertise in empathy?

In compassion?

You bent yourself

Broke yourself

For a job that you work

For a job where you are the same as me

I work with you

We work together

But once you condescend me

Once you look down on me

I have no respect for your words

You hold no power over my spirit

Try to wound my pride

Wound my dignity

And an army will be by my side

I won’t let you break me

Not this time

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I had a coworker get mad at me (she had been complaining the tail end of the night and not do her job) because I asked the head of the event where something went, and had the audacity to say I don’t work there. However, if I were to say anything, it would have made it 100x worse, so here’s my vent. Hope you all have had a wonderful night!

[stardust-poetry]

i’m falling apart, stardust on rye with a side of bacon. it’s everything that you want but i’m still nothing that you need — remember me in madness. remember me in dreams.

[themagicinmypen]

Call In Sick

I want to call 

In sick,

For my mind,

Is shredded 

With anxiety.

It’s bad.

But it has been bad

For a while now,

So I breathe,

And put myself

Back together 

And go into work.

[ponderingpicayunity]

No. 15

Looking for a 9 to 5. Found some endless work. You created this.

[stardust-poetry]

if you made me any crazier, i think i’d die

[stardust-poetry]

i bet you taste sweet - kahlua and cream, just as intoxicating as your touch

i hope.

you're not mine to try, but fuck it - i might. laying it all on the line, ill give up after tonight - maybe.

[themagicinmypen]

Asleep

I should be asleep already,

I should be dead to the world

Snuggled in and curled

Around a dream.

I have to be up

In six and a half hours,

And tomorrow, tomorrow,

As always, towers.