Poet of Everday

Daily Poetry 2704'22

A new day,
I woke up with a pillow correcting my posture today,
How odd for it was not unintentional,
My back looks more straight than usual,

Make a floor plan at night as usual,
I've decided my major was farming why am I in this ritual,
Well it turns out more harder than my imagination thought it was,
My toxic trait's thinking I could do it like natural,

Learning infrastructure now,
What major is connected with this now,
Well whatever,
I couldn't survive one minute in the lecture,

Is the blue ray so strong I wonder,
Or my mentality so weak it cowered,
It seems I'm not as strong as my good ol' days,
No, I will just have to persist in the matter, dedication will be paid accordingly as they said even from the old days, don't you say,

Speaking of the olden days
Turns out I like the formal salute,
That had wined in age,
It seems like my King has come for me,
O how exciting to see,
I did not think of becoming a boss you see,
For some reason I thought it did not suit me,
I've been thinking if I were to serve someone instead,
It seems my joy would be in serving,
And the happiness of my master is what's deserving,

Anyways,
Usually, I will sleep up late,
Into the night where dawn is coming,
But due to the ache my head wants to be sleeping,
Is it because I've been doing something,
Akin to studying,

I'm left with nothing to do,
At the same time,
I am haunted of what I must do,
Two weeks of holiday becomes to small in comparison,

Dwindling a little each day,
Like plucked petals that fall from its center,
The child me in my memories, plucking the flower of its petals,
Ignorant, what I am now should not be, carelessly,

I forgot to say,
My new silicone case is coming,
It's texture will be smooth and soft,
A touch that would accompany me all day,
Let me tell you about my old case,
She's been through a lot of what I've done,
Falling continuously,
It's sides was picked by me,
O how I was such a bully,
Yes, at least I have said it honestly,
Now my case time has come,
For every time I have put it on,
It slipped away unwillingly,
O how I could only say I am sorry,
Jest you could hear me,
That's maybe why Marie Kondo said,
Treasure and be grateful for your things,
Indeed it's service was matchless like nothing I've ever seen,
My Brother picked on me,
O how I was so undeserving,

- From the one who portrayed her day,

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