my payment is due. i spend my whole life scrabbling to find the money for it. pulling together nickles and dimes, little coins no one wanted that got left in my tip jar. payments to friends, payments to enemies. i owe everything. i will never be self-sufficient. arguments over money are the most heated.
I am so tired and I can’t even think and I have so many tests this week and so many people are coming this winter break and my physics labs due tomorrow and my SAT results are coming this Thursday and I am just so tired.
He knew it was overdue. Everything he handed in was. School just didn’t matter enough for him to do things on time. Nothing mattered enough for him. Nothing.
There is a place, on the edge of the sea. A place where every one must visit. Sometimes once, sometimes more. Sometimes innocently, and sometimes sore. They come to repay tha
time comes and goes and deadlines happen. things should be done but sometimes aren’t we all get what’s coming to us and sometimes more. it’s like the exchange value changes depending on the weather.
The baby had long been due. Three extra weeks they let it live in me, feed off me, live off my blood. Finally, I couldn’t stand it. I made them cut it out of me.
My article is due tomorrow. I should be writing that now. But sometimes an escape is nice, a small thinking away from the bigger, a detached now before the larger when. I try to escape when I can, for that is when I feel most alive.
Maybe I’m due a whole lot. I’ve given enough to this world. I don’t need to be told what I should give and what I should be given. Repayment in full is all I’m asking for. Pay me to leave. Pay me to be nonexistent. I’ve tried to give you the same. I’ve tried to be inconspicuous. So now pay me for it. Give me my due.
I had a project that the universe tld me to finish ages ago. Then I just decided that I wouldn’t get it done. By the time I rounded back to do it again it was far past due. I told the universe if I could wait so can it.
pay them
and get them in right on time, slipped under the door
keep the rain off your books
keep the library fines
(non-existent)
keep the money in the bank
and your mother thinks you’re safe
your mother feels worried but there’s nothing
she nor I could ever do
it was due today. i didn’t even know! how could he not tell me? he knew how much this meant to me! I banged the table with my fist, and the people around turned to stare. Of course. They had no idea what this was.
The due date for that paper was closer than she wanted to admit. It was killing her to do that but she had to for her grades. Having Luke sitting beside her wasn’t helping thought, he was her biggest distraction.
Dora’s book had been due four years ago, but she had never wanted to turn it back in to the county library. There it was, propped up in her tiny bookshelf, always clean and devoid of dust and grime. The binding was scotch-taped, as it had been when she had first picked it up when she was twelve yours old. But it was fine. It held well.
This book had saved Dora’s life. She would not specify how, but she always reminded people of that, in case they ever forgot.
“Your essay is due at the end of the class.”
My stomach dropped. Though we had been outlining the essay that was to be our final for a week, I had gotten nowhere on it. I swallowed and put my pen to paper, expecting nothing but failure.
However, that was not the case. My pen seemed to fly with a life of its own, spinning tales of far off places and adventures.
We struggle to meet the due dates of those that we deem “important”, so much so that we don’t notice the passing due dates of those which are important.
Bills get paid, reports are written, assessments are produced. Yet phone calls become long overdue, dinners, kisses, cuddles, simply saying goodbye as you rush out of the door becomes over due.
Despite this, we still consider ourselves a success.
It was due time that he showed up. I had been waiting for half an hour in the freezing cold, I was so determined he’d show up. He promised me he’d come! “Just ten more minutes,” I thought. Ten minutes of worry and ice.
it was time. she was due. a new earth presented to our planet. full of whim. mystified. everything was clear and valid on the planet. the new earth became wit. became known as the open fields and free wind. it was due
Due.. implies something deserved, something owed. Nebulous concept. Paying dues. Sense of obligation. Chained to someone or some thing, maybe in a good way. Self-inflicted even. Duties, responsibility. Comes down to purpose.
My gratitude due to this man want so huge I started to tear. He changed my mind and my love for society. I thought my dear daughter was gone forever yet he was there just in time to save her from death’s grasps.
I am due a better year. The last 59 have not been the best. Sure, I’ve had a few good ones along the way, but on the whole I’d say, I’m due quite a few really great ones.
It was due time that she went to visit him in the laboratory. She climbed onto the moving sidewalk, sat there for a while, and then got off as it stopped at the lab. She hesitantly got off the sidewalk and proceeded into the building, she walked through a maze of glass rooms. Until she came to his.
Each time she saw him, it scared her thoroughly again.
His frail body, the same she had kissed and hugged and held hands with, now lay in a bed, unmoving with wires attached to it, and the accident came back into her mind and the memory made her wipe tears away.
It’s overdue. I love you. I can’t stop myself. I have to say it. I must say it. I want to say it. I can’t say it. You’re too far away. We’re too far apart. We’re too close. I can’t lose you. There’s too much at stake. But my feelings must come out. In due time.
“I don’t believe you,” his voice shook. The figure in front of him reached out it’s hand. It was burning. He turned to run.
“Your soul is due,” the figure gabbed him and pulled him into the earth.
I think I am due for some love. I have gone long enough without it. Too long if you ask me. I am not asking for much if I am asking for love. I want to love someone because I know they too are due for love.
Things are constantly, progressivly getting tougher. Every due date arriving quicker than before. I have no time for anything and yet I feel like I do nothing of importance. When the time is up, I should be at ease, though I never am. The consequences of this are never ending like the ripples of water of a stone that is cast into a lake. I am drowning in due dates.
Papers are scattered around the room forming massive piles. The dilapidated books line the walls, and here I am in the center of it all. Ink blotches stain my palms, and my fingers move the pen furiously. Words scrawl across the page. Why all this mess? Because multitudes of assignments are due in the morning.
Book overdue
Bill overdue
Relationship overdue
Attitude overdue
shes have a baby due in a week
my payment is due. i spend my whole life scrabbling to find the money for it. pulling together nickles and dimes, little coins no one wanted that got left in my tip jar. payments to friends, payments to enemies. i owe everything. i will never be self-sufficient. arguments over money are the most heated.
So, it is time.
My son sits next to me on a small plastic chair, I sit behind a desk, like coming back to school. Mrs. Amounted-to-nothing points a ruler.
I am so tired and I can’t even think and I have so many tests this week and so many people are coming this winter break and my physics labs due tomorrow and my SAT results are coming this Thursday and I am just so tired.
He knew it was overdue. Everything he handed in was. School just didn’t matter enough for him to do things on time. Nothing mattered enough for him. Nothing.
There is a place, on the edge of the sea. A place where every one must visit. Sometimes once, sometimes more. Sometimes innocently, and sometimes sore. They come to repay tha
time comes and goes and deadlines happen. things should be done but sometimes aren’t we all get what’s coming to us and sometimes more. it’s like the exchange value changes depending on the weather.
The baby had long been due. Three extra weeks they let it live in me, feed off me, live off my blood. Finally, I couldn’t stand it. I made them cut it out of me.
My article is due tomorrow. I should be writing that now. But sometimes an escape is nice, a small thinking away from the bigger, a detached now before the larger when. I try to escape when I can, for that is when I feel most alive.
One paid their dues to Winter with clusters of coughs, blanket-bundled shivers, and shovels full of snot. The cold craved plagues.
Maybe I’m due a whole lot. I’ve given enough to this world. I don’t need to be told what I should give and what I should be given. Repayment in full is all I’m asking for. Pay me to leave. Pay me to be nonexistent. I’ve tried to give you the same. I’ve tried to be inconspicuous. So now pay me for it. Give me my due.
due. homework. babies. late. library books. due. dew. mountain. soda.sugar. diabetes. fat people. amputation. war. blood. death. loss. poop.
DUE HAIKU
—————————
SO MANY THINGS DUE
MY HEAD IS GONNA EXPLODE
CHRISTMAS COME HERE NOW
I had a project that the universe tld me to finish ages ago. Then I just decided that I wouldn’t get it done. By the time I rounded back to do it again it was far past due. I told the universe if I could wait so can it.
pay them
and get them in right on time, slipped under the door
keep the rain off your books
keep the library fines
(non-existent)
keep the money in the bank
and your mother thinks you’re safe
your mother feels worried but there’s nothing
she nor I could ever do
she or I could ever notice
it was due today. i didn’t even know! how could he not tell me? he knew how much this meant to me! I banged the table with my fist, and the people around turned to stare. Of course. They had no idea what this was.
People always tell me that all the hard work will pay off in due time. I hope they’re right.
The due date for that paper was closer than she wanted to admit. It was killing her to do that but she had to for her grades. Having Luke sitting beside her wasn’t helping thought, he was her biggest distraction.
Dora’s book had been due four years ago, but she had never wanted to turn it back in to the county library. There it was, propped up in her tiny bookshelf, always clean and devoid of dust and grime. The binding was scotch-taped, as it had been when she had first picked it up when she was twelve yours old. But it was fine. It held well.
This book had saved Dora’s life. She would not specify how, but she always reminded people of that, in case they ever forgot.
ITS TIME. The paper must be handed in. Stress. Will it be good enough? Will I be good enough? Time to find out.
“Your essay is due at the end of the class.”
My stomach dropped. Though we had been outlining the essay that was to be our final for a week, I had gotten nowhere on it. I swallowed and put my pen to paper, expecting nothing but failure.
However, that was not the case. My pen seemed to fly with a life of its own, spinning tales of far off places and adventures.
Procrastinate
Due.
We struggle to meet the due dates of those that we deem “important”, so much so that we don’t notice the passing due dates of those which are important.
Bills get paid, reports are written, assessments are produced. Yet phone calls become long overdue, dinners, kisses, cuddles, simply saying goodbye as you rush out of the door becomes over due.
Despite this, we still consider ourselves a success.
due to the restrictions in time,
you have been allotted two words:
one for yourself
and one for another
choose carefully
(though these are not your last words
but, rather, your first)
you owe us that much
It was due time that he showed up. I had been waiting for half an hour in the freezing cold, I was so determined he’d show up. He promised me he’d come! “Just ten more minutes,” I thought. Ten minutes of worry and ice.
due to the restrictions in time
I have alloted you two words:
one for yourself
and one for another
it is up to your own mind to decide
which word will be provided to each party
make it count
(they are not your last but, rather,
your–truly–first)
it was time. she was due. a new earth presented to our planet. full of whim. mystified. everything was clear and valid on the planet. the new earth became wit. became known as the open fields and free wind. it was due
due
what is due is true
and fool is he is we who
pay not our dues
but what instead is something else differnt
freer more whole
Due.. implies something deserved, something owed. Nebulous concept. Paying dues. Sense of obligation. Chained to someone or some thing, maybe in a good way. Self-inflicted even. Duties, responsibility. Comes down to purpose.
My gratitude due to this man want so huge I started to tear. He changed my mind and my love for society. I thought my dear daughter was gone forever yet he was there just in time to save her from death’s grasps.
I am due a better year. The last 59 have not been the best. Sure, I’ve had a few good ones along the way, but on the whole I’d say, I’m due quite a few really great ones.
Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no! Not again! Oh please not again! I thought it wasn’t due til next week. Why oh why does this keep happening to me?
It was due time that she went to visit him in the laboratory. She climbed onto the moving sidewalk, sat there for a while, and then got off as it stopped at the lab. She hesitantly got off the sidewalk and proceeded into the building, she walked through a maze of glass rooms. Until she came to his.
Each time she saw him, it scared her thoroughly again.
His frail body, the same she had kissed and hugged and held hands with, now lay in a bed, unmoving with wires attached to it, and the accident came back into her mind and the memory made her wipe tears away.
It’s overdue. I love you. I can’t stop myself. I have to say it. I must say it. I want to say it. I can’t say it. You’re too far away. We’re too far apart. We’re too close. I can’t lose you. There’s too much at stake. But my feelings must come out. In due time.
“I don’t believe you,” his voice shook. The figure in front of him reached out it’s hand. It was burning. He turned to run.
“Your soul is due,” the figure gabbed him and pulled him into the earth.
I think I am due for some love. I have gone long enough without it. Too long if you ask me. I am not asking for much if I am asking for love. I want to love someone because I know they too are due for love.
Things are constantly, progressivly getting tougher. Every due date arriving quicker than before. I have no time for anything and yet I feel like I do nothing of importance. When the time is up, I should be at ease, though I never am. The consequences of this are never ending like the ripples of water of a stone that is cast into a lake. I am drowning in due dates.
Papers are scattered around the room forming massive piles. The dilapidated books line the walls, and here I am in the center of it all. Ink blotches stain my palms, and my fingers move the pen furiously. Words scrawl across the page. Why all this mess? Because multitudes of assignments are due in the morning.
a minute of time in which something i don’t even know i possess is due. the timer is longer than i anticipated, and on it goes.