lazy
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Without my glasses on, the world softens at about 10 feet.
Usually it feels Constricting, Confining, Claustophobic,
But today, it is my happy tent of reality.
I am sorry to waste your time
But this poem will not be a dime
I don't have time to complete this
This will be a complete diss
My teacher made me apply
and that definitley made me sigh
Dear world,
What’s going on man?
I’m no batman
But i can clearly unravel the mystery present
You’re not currently very pleasant
It feels like a summer day,
Laying on the front porch step.
It feels like an old house,
Existing as quite unkept.
It feels like an empty schedule,
Left and right, front and back people
Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that
Slide. All for
Saving their legs. The ding
Sounds a high pictched tone. A
Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
Awake, my soul, awake, Throw off the cloth of ease Try thy own weight and strength Cast off the dust, and reach Arise and stretch Arise and feel Awake, my soul, awake, Chase away the sleep
Get Out of Here
Get out of here with your sensitive ass
Just wait, it will all pass
You speak as if your emotions are glass
You jump to conclusions way too fast
Like some monument to comfortyou shirk dutyyoustroll the reckless streetson some shapely saunter throughthe pages of a mystery novelyouwindow shop for marvels
"you're just lazy"
I hear it from my mom,
my boyfriend,
my teachers,
my coaches,
just about every
valuable person
in my life.
To me,
Im merely
surviving.
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
Hiding behind a mask is what I do on a daily bases. I act like I am a person who is welling to do what it takes to go far in life and be what I want to be.
Why does the government pay to support the lazy?
Does one need to drop out of school?
Why not consider the Navy?
Food stamps, housing, it's all a crack.
Don't work, have kids and we've got your back!
Slowly, slowly sailing.
Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing.
Waves around us, dancing and singing,
the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.
A "swoosh" of the sea foam,
Would rather sleep all day then go to work
Never leaves the house
Doesnt make an effort
No accomplishments
No goals
Doesnt care about anything
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
Last night I sat on the couch
tonight I sat on the couch.
The whole day I waste away
and didn't go out in the snow to play.
I'm tired of sitting around.
I want to hang with my friends.
He was lazy and loved food
Playing video games everyday
Not wanting to move a foot.
Watching tv for hours
Eating the fridge empty
Would not get up even to smell the flowers.
No reason to play outside
I have plans for greatness but sometimes I feel like I can never reach it.
And I really would love it if everything I said was poetic.
But I guess I am more crude than I thought.
I thought I heard a crash near the top of the staircase,
so I fumbled with the matchbox,
and I tumbled out of bed.
I thought I heard a crash near the top of the staircase,
so I hurtled towards the steps,
Another year, another round.
Third time's a charm and yet none I've found.
Thy upper division courses slay me,
The level of work is damn near deadly.
One would think I'd crumble,
We act meticulous.
We think mysterious.
We walk alone.
We're never done.
We become lazy.
We get hungry.
We never cry.
We never die.
We're just watching time pass
Sitting around
Being clowns
Playing with the rules
When we're all bound
To do great
So why wait?
Why sit around & contemplate
on our already planned-out fate?
Wake up to the smell of fresh cut grass.
Close your eyes and soak in the sun through your window.
Savor each moment, not wanting time to pass.
Thinking how warm you are, listening to your neighbor mow.
Lord I hope it’s not too late
For me to wake up
And follow my fate
You’ve told me so many times
To wake up from the dead
I can’t help but sleep sometimes
the laziness I must shed
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
The sun parts the shade and rays of light rest peacefully on my cheek. The glint and shimmer of the light echoes all around and breaks the darkness of shadows and gloom. They shout with joy and dance and illuminate and set the world ABLAZE.
Don’t, Don’t
Can’t, Won’t
You’ve used every excuse more than once
But I won’t forget
My vow above all
Against you I promise to bear a grudge
Is it right?
Is it rational?
I don’t care
Are my efforts even worth a dime?
Or has this been a waste of time?
We, in unison, wrote the rules and laws
Happy and anxious we as we scribbled every clause
