Every day the same Let the night contain your dreams Don’t give in to day

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 “Dad” at all? I either tap him or get his eye contact. 🤷🏾 _

Oh well. Thanks for reading and have a great day! ❤️)

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 river to deal with the lump in my throat . A constant shiver as you deal with the bitter breeze as your imagination makes you freeze , maybe to bring you a bit of ease .

Rising from the bed to the kitchen I tread , tackling dishes from the day that fled .

I spend my days cleaning and my nights dreaming , my life has no meaning .

But society has fed my brain with lies there no room for cries there no point being wise .

The laundry needs folding , my minds tangled in never ending choices , Whispers of voices urging me to quit .

If only mistakes could be returned to the store ; but you can’t ignore all the events you had to endure .

Organising the mess hopeing for progress a way to clean up the stress .

(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

I rage against the coming of the light beeping alarm

I squandar my most treasured hour for …just a few more minutes of… ZZZ

			Earthy, nutty aroma of hot coffee
			the few moments of calm 
			before the chaos begins

A beeping alarm disrupts the calm “I don’t want to go to Daycare!”

“Is it a weekend?”

I wish

I should get them a healthy breakfast Okay - fine Frosted Flakes again “Maybe tomorrow momma”

Daycare drop off “Uppy hugs” goodbye

		Traffic				to			**Work**

	
			Earthy, nutty aroma of hot coffee
			the few moments of calm 
			before the chaos/classes begin(s)

										A ringing bell
										disrupts the calm
										“I don’t
										want to
										write that
										essay”

										(I don’t want
										to mark them
										but that’s left
										unsaid)

										I should stop giving them
										lessons on comma splices,											they never listen.

										Maybe next time


										Bell
										Teach
										Bell 
										Teach
										Bell
										(Madly try to 
										photocopy hastily 
										prepared lessons 
										while eating a sandwich)

										Bell
										Teach
										Bell
										Teach
										Bell
										Try to tackle pile of marking
										Give up, plan for lessons tomorrow

										Traffic to

Home

Daycare pickup “Momma!!”

Make supper (Madly try to eat my supper while getting second helpings, cutting kid’s food, explaining why we have to eat vegetables

• another lesson unheeded)

Clean up supper Help find a particular toy Pick up toys Get out crayons Pick up crayons Tea Party with a bear

Put on PJs Brush Teeth Bed for the kids Put the kids back in bed Put the kids back in bed Put the kids back in bed

									Try to tackle pile of marking
									Give up, pack lunches for tomorrow

Repeat

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 so certain of their opinions being facts?

——— (There’s not a linear idea with this. I was just having a lot of feelings that I needed to get out.)

_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 slowly being suffocated. It felt like being a dead body, Slowly decomposing. It felt like I wasn’t quite alive, Wasn’t… Wasn’t awake.

And now I am. Now I am finally, Finally awake.

I missed the world.

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, my mission Your heart, my treasure You, my everything