Mediocre Poems

DEAD GUY

The moment you wake up in morning during rem sleep but only for a bit and you check your phone

 A new message from a thread, a new message from a friend, a notification from a game you play

You check all of the above off the list as you wonder back off in the sleep world

Laying up to watch tv for a while before realizing, 

there's things to do today!

Not a busy day just some minor obstacles, I'd rather pass that day off to someone else

Someone comes in the room to tell you, if you're ready to go and get the materials you need for class

You want to say no...

push school away, 

push time away, 

push things back to the good ole days

The elementary days: 

recess, 

kickball tournaments, 

monkey bars, 

swing sets, 

fun people, 

fun conversations, 

easy assignments...if there were any to begin with

*Present day* (No present day, give me the past day or the future day)

Why can't I push you off of me, like when I'm bench pressing in the gym?

The more reps I did, the tougher it was

"One...Two...Three......Four..........Five.............Six"

The numbers went on but that's how things are at the beginning and that's how things are at the end of the day

You can't press any more and you can't go back to the simple days

If I could, who would join me? *hands fly up in the air*

I feel annoyed but not with the people I talk to, 

just to how things are again

I'll do what I can

Can't wait to return back home, so I can do this assignment and maybe jump start on reading this chapter

And it's only been eight days...

/don't fret people, I know it's not a poem/