“After-Weekend Jetlag”


It feels like she’s been gone three weeks,
And she desperately needs that nap she seeks.

Her ears too tired to listen,
Her eyes too tired to see.

But her hand will fly in automatic notes.
She’ll review tomorrow, when her feet don’t drag like boats.

Nothing to do, so bored in study hall.
She wishes she hadn’t forgotten her pillow in the locker down the hall.

She’s so tired she can’t even rhyme.
She knows she’ll do better maybe next time.



~Day
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“The Destiny of an Empty Page”


Some may fold you up and flick you across the room.
Others may draw a picture of graphite doom.
A rare few may fill you to the brim with significance,
Remove you from your spiral hold so you can make a difference.



~Day
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“Homework”


It’s made me lie.
It tears a million’s eye.
It truly needs to die


~Day
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“Annoyance”


I’ve got a song stuck in my head.
It feels like it’s a chunk of lead.
It will stay there ‘till I’m dead,
Unless I spread it around to be feed.

I whistle the tune to my friend.
I toss a note around the bend.
I’ve got a tune for you to lend.
So now it won’t but me ‘till the end.


~Day

How to make a dayIngredients:
3 parts friendliness
1 part ambition
1 part empathyMethod:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Top it off with a sprinkle of wisdom and enjoy!
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Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

I have a hobby of laying and watching the sky.
I enjoy the simplicity though some may ask why.
One horizon to the other, that’s one Cloud Lap.
12 Cloud Laps later, the sun takes a nap.
My cloud friends change color, and then disappear.
To unfold the map of stars that seem near.
It’s a hobby I miss in the school year sometimes.
When things get stressed out and I think of the fun times.



~Day

Why do they talk behind my back
In some strange code I never can crack?
They say I do things that I don’t know exist.
I want to hide away; I feel I must resist.
They know not my name, but still always they talk.
I simply sit peacefully while they stare and gawk.



~Day

Sitting in study hall, center of the room
Feeling isolated, people seem to loom
I’m different here, than this whole mass
The rush of the world, it skids right past

Just sitting here alone, talking with my Lord
Confiding in Him, all emotions outpoured
Which means I’m not really alone, but really in fact
I have an awesome friend, nothing to lack



~Day