laziness
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One person from the past
Comes to the future.
The first thing they ask?
"Why is everyone a slob?"
Laziness
a result from no inspiration.
But inspiration can come from anywhere.
Sometimes all you need is a destination.
For me, a vehicle opened my eyes
to all that life has to offer.
I jump up from the bed with this one thought upon my mind
"I'm hungry"! So I run straight to the fridge to make a find
The remnants of a snack from late last night are in the sink
Dear Destroyer of Motivation,
You are a shapeshifter. A manipulator.
You can appear harmless,
like a sweet humming in my ear.
You can be found anywhere.
In phones, my bed, the stars.
You are limitless.
I know you don't recognize my name,Although my story revels in fame.My step-sister, what a fella.Do you know her? Cinderella.Before you start to snide,Please listen to my side. Once upon a time,
August Forster
written:11/7/16
My choosing
Topic of my choosing, poem in the write.
Should I write of horror? Or of beaming lights?
After a while or two passed
That left me quite distressed
And Stressed about all the trouble
I've let occur, I Laugh.
I mean, you know
This whole faulty show
My vision goes hazy My mind a little crazy suffocating, palpating my heart is tighter than my fist clenched, back drenched in sweat
A sigh escapes
Heart growing cold
Tears squeezed out
But nothing matters
Not at the moment
Everything is gone
Your life is a lie
Or so it seems
But no energy
Is left behind
Let me paint a picture of my generation.
It's as if we all suffer from a self-induced aberration.
We don't think, we just do.
Where we sink, others flew.
It kind of stinks that we can't see our potential,
From class to class
From book to book
This is all a mess
Just take a look
Homework piled up
No end in sight
Every time I wake up
Don’t turn on the light
Narrow minds
stuck in wide subdivisions
They are but hopeless strings
on a Puppet Master’s creation
I am angry about how life goes on.
We try and try and try, never to get
What we truly deserve, and often yet
Receive what we have never truly earned.
What happened to hard work? To us? To you?
Humanity:
We look for solace in bottles and pills,
Temporary fixes for paying our bills
Because a permanent change takes too long and we're lazy.
We're greedy and spoiled,
Undignified and disloyal
Awaken from slumber long enough
To remind myself what's real
The part of me that's sleeping
Is dying to wake up.
The part of me that's wide awake
Simply wants to sleep.
My fresh, new assignment
On a crisp piece of paper in bold text
"I'll get right to it!" I say
As I lay it down on the corner of my desk
Never to be touched again
I hate having to sit on my ass all day
Though most people would in a heartbeat
At first, lack of movement seemed okay
But now I feel my butt glued to the seat
