Monday Misery

Oh how I miss Saturday.  Today was one of the hardest Monday's I've had in a long time.  Of course, it's partially my fault.  But not entirely.  At any rate, I have decided to grace you all with another one of my two-bit poems.  It's about Monday.  And how much they suck.  Enjoy!   :)

The alarm goes off,

I roll over in bed.

I squeeze my eyes shut,

I'm filled with such dread.

It's Monday Morning,

The worst time of all.

It feels so woeful,

I just want to bawl.

I stay in my covers

Till half past eight.

Then I fall from the bed

to accept my fate.

I can't stop Monday.

Many have tried.

But Monday is heartless,

There is no bright side.

It's the start of another

Horrible week.

And I can already tell,

This one looks bleak.

The weather is dismal,

My classes subpar,

I trudge along bleakly

And hope I get far.

Far away from this Monday

of gloom and despair

And closer to Saturday

With it's peaceful flair.

For now I will wait

watching the sun slowly set.

And think to myself,

"It's not Tuesday yet."

Wasteland of a Week

Yesterday I posted a [freaking awesome] poem about drama. Today isn't much different. Of course, with four tests and four papers that all happen to be due this week, not to mention the barf that life spewed onto my lap which I am still cleaning up, I don't think many people would be happy.

Anyways, it's days like today that make me remember the words of one of my favorite poems.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

- Author unknown

Enjoy life people because you never know when the storms of trial will sweep through it and attempt to drown you.

Life... Drama... Action!

Recently there has been a lot of drama in my life. This week especially has been overly dramatic. So... I wrote a poem (a feat I am almost physically incapable of doing) to explain how I feel about drama in my life.

Save the drama for your momma,

I don't really care.

Save the drama for your momma,

please don't try to share.

I don't really care why your life sucks,

Mine does as well,

When life upchucks.

The universe does not revolve around you,

It revolves around the sun,

The planets do too.

And when you try to make me feel dumb,

It makes me feel bad,

But I don't suck my thumb.

You are a baby- not so mature,

And because of that,

We just endure.

So...

Save the drama for your momma,

I don't really care,

Save the drama for your momma,

Please don't try and share.