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Written December 19, 2024
Constantly find myself looking for a thrill
Another day another week another year but still
I might as well be right back where it all began
Still looking in the stands for my biggest fan
Nothing compares to the fever dream
Yet I think I might be running out of steam
At times I dream of the corner office
At times I can’t escape the dripping faucet
I lie awake most nights from 2-4
Like clockwork my mind can’t ignore
I’d trade anything for an ounce of peace
Give up a pound of flesh to these mental streets
I know you’re always on my mind
Cause everything is always on my mind
You tell me one day that it’ll all be fine
But until then I might just lose my mind
Waiting for someone to pluck me from the vine
And pick me out the finest box of pine
I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
Busy as bee
Have time yourself
To be happy.
Drive yourself free
Don't get stress
Muddle your life.
Hard work result
Not seen afront
But end reward.
Prove with action
Don't just say words
Proof wins in court.
Imagination only comes when you privilege the subconscious,
when you make delay and procrastination work for you.
—Hilary Mantel
The cogs and wheels turning, nonetheless, as I ponder
the preparation before me, having looked over the lesson;
turned over the less obvious loneliness of being left
with a lesson I’ll never forget; abandoned, but not by God.
—quote by Poet
Procrastinating
Cold am I in my pyjamas;
not wearing any socks.
Shivering with coffee in hand;
it’s warmed up to the cold.
Frozen, the morning program;
I will likely release its heat.
Procrastinating, except for laundry.
Waiting on my inspiration socks.
Shall I pick up my next read
or throw the book at something unseen?
Pens and pencils in an Irish mug.
Two leprechauns kiss; Dad misses that warmth.
Observant am I, as now I see, scattered,
yellow and pink silicone muffins.
My mess in triplicate.
I must duplicate my stress.
Press in to the obvious…
Once I begin, where will it end?
Work, without end,
to upend my mind.
stacking stones on top of bones
until i hear them crack
i never thought success would weigh
so heavy on my back
now these words i wished retract
still move towards the attack
I never thought each passing day
I’d waste away at that,
nights spent scheming
and days spent dreaming
with these words ill be repeating
i must pull up the slack
its a fact, im stacking racks
tracking pacts, ive filled my sack,
but this doorway is intact,
i cant get out or rather shout,
“brace for some impact to clout,”
im devote,
defeated, decidedly im beaten
but theres one thing i wont say,
one flag i’ll never raise,
rather fly half-staff today,
then be taken up in chains,
i think this is my siren song,
my solemn silique,
i wish i had a better way
to warn not to be me
I almost handed it in—
that letter with my name at the bottom,
typed in a rush,
heavy with deadlines and demands
I couldn’t carry anymore.
I watched the ink dry,
wondered,
is it time to walk away,
or am I giving up
on something that hasn’t started yet?
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I folded it,
because turning it in meant
losing the fight
I’m not ready to quit.
So I tucked it back into my drawer,
and now I sit,
wondering if staying
is courage
or fear.
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.
In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors. “I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.
I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (‘political science’), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.
I envy those defectors, I pity those defectors, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.
Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.
Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
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stress stress stress
just once honey
just uh press
mine lovey
hop hop hop
'bout the bed
hern toxic hot
again fled
tease tease tease
her's taunted then left
i begged hern please
ohhh hern deft
i still luv her sexy soft
her naked in mine loft
The breaking of sweat
The burning from my muscles
Work gives me comfort
You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive
There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes
As you zoom through the air
On return to the den
Over-share with a flurry
Of your flower-full journey
Full of buzzing and scurry
You waggle your tail
With your moves; figure eight
So your bee-chums to flowers
Can with ease navigate
You are sharing the load
And you hum as you go
Your communal spirit
More successful than solo
I envy you somewhat
Though your lifespan is shorter
That you dance while you work
I think more humanoids oughta
For we stress and we toil
Little sweetness to show
For our labouring lives
Whether sunshine or snow
Yet the Spring flowers beckon
In the garden of life
Perhaps to shimmy's the answer
To this trouble and strife
Stress induced work year
waiting for time of relief
Awe my vacation
Clearing up the mess in the kitchen, I feel bored by the stale familiarity of my chores
I could not pause to rest
so Rest enveloped me
In the guise of Injury
O, the red that I did see
Yet as time passed
in Rest's sweet company
Much to my surprised delight
my mood became carefree
What need for constant deadlines
the press of Industry
For now that I am rested up
Why would I ever leave
______________________________
Note: Yes, I took something from
Emily Dickinson: The first two lines
were 'the take.' After that, I kept
her style, but created a different
story-line.
This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief pause from insane worries
and unaccomplished things!
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
think about how hard was all your sweat,
drink up and look up you're so blessed...
you can peacefully sleep on your bed!
Cheer up, hold up your shining cup;
drink up, eat up, leave no chump!
Be filled to the brim and start to dance;
it's a swell time to rekindle romance!
Let these be the longest hours before dusk,
break your glass and wish yourself some luck;
will tomorrow change anything you strongly wish?
What's your dream money or something to cherish?
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
sit down and let stress out of your chest,
breathe easily, think how good is calmness;
drink up, drink up and worry much less!
Drink up, your work is done...
your worries are all gone!
BPO
Work a forty hour week or more
Five nights a week for pay
Get a bonus if you hit the targets
Drink every two weeks when paid
Till you fall over have more and crawl
Celebration BPO style wage slave job
Dial the ing customers do as told
Stressed to Hell and back be quiet DIAL!
You wanna work in a call centre?
Go ahead you better be ready
For stress orders drinking and more