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Monday
English Chapter 9-12
This book is grating, you know?
Brain in a maximum security prison
Pushing through the cheesecloth
Eroding until my head becomes viscous
Mush
I stay optimistic, though
Equipped with rose-colored goggles
I must brave through this
Reminder to self: don’t give up!
Tuesday
I’ve almost got it.
But tomorrow
It’ll fill up, overflowing and crashing over,
Pressing onto the glass,
Reminder to self!
Delusionality is the recipe for success,
I can do anything if I believe.
Stay on top of everything, and
Stay afloat
My ear rings today
I’m climbing an invisible ladder
Reminder to self: need to buy pain medication
Bio quiz today
Wednesday
I should start writing down my dreams
Because yesterday, I can’t quite recall, but I know
Last night, I saw you.
We couldn’t speak the same language but somehow I know
In one way or another, we existed in the same plane of time.
Faraway lands, cotton candy clouds
Pink and saccharine, but fragile
Though the rain dissolved all my hope
There, I am the King.
Actually, I think Duke would be a better fit.
Thursday
Today was the worst day I’ve had in a while.
I know it’s not right to say things like this in a planner.
Escaping is only a fantasy.
I’m trapped in a fishbowl.
This gravel at my feet is no longer appealing, with its technicolor hue.
The neon strains my eyes.
I’ve grown bored, and I need new stimulation.
Study for math quiz
Your grade depends on it!
Friday
I slept so well last night.
I can’t quite remember what I dreamed about
(Reminder to self - start making note of dreams right when I wake up)
But I have the feeling
That I’ve lost hold of something that
Maybe
was never mine
Lost in this bog,
I can only hope that next week will be better
That next week will bring light
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This piece includes things from my real-life planner, along with my inner thoughts. Oftentimes, the overwhelming feeling of stress can be too much to express in mere handwritten form - poetry gives nuance to the rhythm of your words. I wish to convey the stress of daily school responsibilities, as well as how "drowning" it can feel to be overloaded with work.