Everyday seems the same

A tear

A cry

A somber little dame

In a world so full

Of hate

Of fear

She sat in a lull

The birds sang tweet, tweet

So sweet

So true

Danger at her feet

She lived in ignorance

In bliss

In innocence

Unaware of difference

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_(Bleh. At my biological father’s house rn, we’ve been going around eating, reading, and having fun. But does he notice that I haven’t called him ...

Every day seem the same like a clogged up drain the same old Lame routine .

It’s like a tap left running , a constant dripping , leaving an overflowing amount of pain with ripples of fear invading the clear waters .

The filter is working overtime to remove each negative emotion , but with time it begins to lack consumed by the overwhelming stack .

I’m alone aboard a boat , crossing a restless ...

(I ultimately took out the “every day seems the same” prompt because it wasn’t adding to the poem itself, though this poem was very much inspired by the prompt nevertheless. I’m not sure if the spacing is working - I’m trying to have work on one side and home on the other. Needs to be tinkered with more, and the diction could be improved…putting it out there so I can revisit it later).

**Home**...

The same song plays

blasts in my ears

but it has some skips

Sounds a bit different

but still the same record

I hate repeating myself

and I think it’s because

I always had to with you

Over and over and over

Again and again and again

It feels like a lack of trust

I know it’s not

I’m just so tired

of doing this dance

of tiptoeing on glass

How can someone who thinks

they are wrong all the time

be ...

_Everyday seems the same _

_Monotonous captivity _

_Tedium activity _

_A struggle to stay sane_

_Misplacing our blame_

_Cursing the deity _

_Nothing to gain _

_Liberation was within me _...

Every day seems the same.

Or, at least, that’s how it had been for a long time.

Every minute,

Every hour,

Every day,

Every week -

They all blended together.

Blurring into grey

With streaks of blue and red and purple.

I swear the world was dimmed.

Color… it just didn’t reach me.

I couldn’t see right.

I couldn’t feel right.

I couldn’t cry,

Couldn’t yell,

Couldn’t… couldn’t breathe.

It felt like slow...

everyday seems the same;

get to school,

go to classes,

get out at 3.

but then you realize,

one spark, one step,

one word, one sentence,

one broken heart, one minute,

one chance to cross paths.

and your life changes in the blink of an eye....

Every day seems the same.

Every.

Single.

Day.

Like deja vu but not just in my brain.

Same conversations.

Same old complaints.

Every.

Single.

Day.

No new things to say.

No new obstacles in my way.

Same old routine.

Every.

Single.

God.

Damn.

Day....

Every day seems the same

Same music, same three windows

Same basic routine

But yet, each one has been a miracle

Since you came into my life

I didn’t know how much I didn’t know

I didn’t know how much I had never felt

I didn’t know what was missing

All that I had missed

You made my dream come true

Your smile is the answer to my questions

Your eyes, the key that unlocked my soul

Your life,...

(This is something I’m experiencing and I’m pretty spooked.)

Every day is the same, now.

I’m looking out the car window,

Or walking my dog.

I notice much more than usual.

More detail.

As if this is the last time I’ll see this season,

That this is the final time I will notice the leaves.

Or that I need to live now, becasue something is about to happen.

I’m walking my dog,

Watching my house ...