Jun 24, 2020
"I Remember Who I Am" #poetry #poetryin2020 #poetsofinstagram #writing #writingeverydamnday #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CBzRPiNBCbbA4BEB2g5GsVY_uRBodnwo4h58OY0/?igshid=1a0tnz1ku1a9j
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"I Remember Who I Am" #poetry #poetryin2020 #poetsofinstagram #writing #writingeverydamnday #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CBzRPiNBCbbA4BEB2g5GsVY_uRBodnwo4h58OY0/?igshid=1a0tnz1ku1a9j
Day 1 again
Being unemployed is the most blessed of curses. Having a part time job, I should really amend that to being uncareered is the most blessed of curses. All in all, my lifestyle has improved when looked at under different lenses. I sleep more, I eat better. I have the time to work out, which I blatantly ignore. But with these balances come checks. I feel empty and non-participatory, I brag about my domestic accomplishments like a bored 50s housewife. So here’s to you, writing. May you entertain me, teach me, and continue to catch my curiosity as I struggle to land a job where we can continue to catch up every day.
Things I Need to Do to Survive Uncareerment:
1). Continue to cook new and interesting things, and post the pictures here.
2). Mejorar mi español, poco a poco
3). Look into fostering a pet
4). Go outside more
5). Look for volunteer opportunities
Spanish verb of the day: entretener
to entertain, to amuse
entretengo,entretienes,entretiene,entretenemos,entretenéis,entretienen
why is it so easy to feel empty in such a full world?
The Song of No More Rain
The clouds reversed
the sun cursed
evil rays upon my pillow.
Drops of shine
came down
forcing harsh beams
filled with pain.
This was the song
of no more rain.
Next project: drunk haiku
Flection
Untrustworthy witness, admits no discourse to your beauty
It shows only truth and lies, images that our minds scategorize
It changes with temperance and borrachera, wine that’s ruddy
They say the lights change perception
Depth, clarity and color conformity
But there it sits, silently asking
Is that what you’re wearing?
To answer is too cowardly, to ignore is too kind
it’s a mere tool of humanity, has to reflect the real world to others,
You have to show them their inflections-reductions-reformations-alienations-deprivations
But you are one sided, flat, never reflecting inward
So now as I walk you by, I have
Leftover, three boxes for the Salvation army
What I wished I had said in my job interview
I hate job interviews. A little about myself? Here's the truth. I'm a sophomore in college, staying the summer away for the first time. I have a little experience, yes, but obviously not the quality or quantity that you are looking for. I believe myself to be a kind and hardworking individual. I have a little trouble with rude people, but usually it's nothing I can't handle. I work hard to be good at my job.
I hate that people expect me to brag about myself. Isn't modesty a virtue?
why should you hire me? Why should I work for you? What are you going to do to make this environment a likable place to work?
can you really tell my potential through the firmness of my handshake?