It’s past overdue. I’m old enough. Something should happend to me, someone show the slightest interest me in some way. I don’t understand how things happen to people. What have you done? Is there a trick? Teach me.
M
Due to the overwhelming weight of insecurities, secrets, and hindrances that I compress between the walls of my body, I cannot look for any brighter of a future, any better opportunities, when all I can do is think of how they may be totaled when the walls begin to decay.
your overdue to see me, i miss you. do you miss me? I think its time we make up for lost time, don’t you? Overdue for laughter, ice cream, endless smiles, and holding hands. Due for a great time. Due like a paper you wanted to write. The best paper you’d ever written. that kind.
Classy Narwhal
When an essay is due, there is always the same process. First a languid disconcern for the approaching dead line, then a sudden panic, a 50 meter dash to the library. If you’re lucky, you’ll get in the writing zone, the perfect mixture between panic and laziness that leads to optimal productivity.
We are due at some point to the end. What the end is, we don’t know. We’ll never be able to share it. But it is the fate that we are entitled to. What it is, when it happens, what becomes of what’s left. Just it. It is our life. It is due to end.
Scott George
I am due to service my life in some way soon. I am due to find the man that I am to love for all eternity. I am due to create a long lasting relationship with my family that any hallmark commercial could capture. I am due to complete my dreams and love my life. I am due to be myself as well though. I am due for mistakes along the way that will leave scratches. I am due for those scratches and bumps along the way to make me into the person I’m supposed to be. I design these due dates though and I control what each goal means. I design the conditions and I control my perception.
masked habit
These kinds of things don’t usually happen to a person like me–dowdy, unassuming, and perpetually down on my luck. I spend most of my friday nights doing homework in an empty house two sizes too big for me. I keep to nose out of other people’s business in hope that they will never be tempted to stick their nose into mine. My life is, by definition, pure boringness.
But of course, that was all before I made the mistake of boarding that plane. The trip where all of me was lured out with the promise of the Baltic Sea, but only part of me came back. I still blame it on her. On Ruth.
After all, if there’s one thing she managed to teach me, it’s that it’s always polite to give credit where credit is due.
My test was due the morning of April the third. It was a tremendous, superficial thing that really did not mean anything. It could have been more interesting, but it was all my dull, cold brain could purge out.
Sarah
America is due for a revamp on gun laws. Those poor innocent children were not due to die until a freak show decided they were. It is cruel and unnecessary. Change gun laws and make it so that no one with any form of instability has access to a gun. Here in NZ we have much tighter gun laws and there are no mass murders; no massacres; no stealing of lives. Those poor children did not die in vain. The due date for gun laws has arrived. Obama, it’s your turn to deal.
to pay what is due? What is due? debt, love, hate, heart. Is love due? or dew? do you know what to due? due what is good and love, that is what is due.
Andrea
I’m tired of things being due. I’m always late. I can’t keep up with life and even when I have time to I’m tired and don’t feel like it. I can’t DO what I want to because there are so many outside sources telling me I’m overdue. I just want a clean slate, a time to start over.
Morgan
im due to die on a certain date and during that time period i want to do things that i have always wanted to. When im due to the other world known as heaven i want to do unbelievable things in this world i am in today. Due is like my expiration date. I am due to expire soon and what i choose to do during those times are what will describe me as Julia the rest of my life.
Julia
my insurance was due on dec 9 it is now the 16th. homeless and helpless. due to bills and life and horrible people
brandy
He did more than was due. He never asked questions. He always gave 100% of himself. Now he had nothing to show for it. The storm had taken everything. Everything but his life. And that seemed so small compared to everything, and everyone, lost.
It was before it was due to fall before we were due to meet before the sky was due to turn cloudy milky grey rain tainted with pink splotches of tears from breakfast before they were due to hand in their assignment of divorce before they were due to cry before it was due I called to say I was coming home late, I’m sorry.
M
She couldn’t take it anymore. She lay there numb. Denying everything that had happened. She lay in the dark. Due to the blackness of the room she felt as if she too had died. Maybe a part of her had. She couldn’t stand the thought of him laying there…dead. It scared her more than anything
“If I still have a remaining ten hours to finish, I will not start on it right now,” she said as she licked the ice of her popsicle, her math homework sprawled on the table in its seemingly seething state.
Simply amazing. The awareness that one will die, and one will not live on elsewhere afterwards. Causes one to not take life for granted. Causes one to choose ones actions based on a new set of standards. And makes the love of life possible.
This was going to happen, no matter how I tried to avoid it. I had to pay my dues. If I was going to stay here, to be accepted, I had to go up and face them all. Do what they told me to do. It was worth more than money to them.
She was supposed to be due today. I circled the date, all those months ago. But I sit here alone. Rocking back and forth, I can only imagine the weight that would have filled my arms.
Due Dates. I hate them, especially this time of year. So much school work to be done. Some due dates are good, like when a child is going to be born. The best accomplishment of a persons life, a child.
He was due to return the library books on the fifteenth, but his rebellious streak would hold out for a full week. Towards the end, though, he was looking over his shoulder when walking down the street. He had no choice, his mother was the librarian.
tonykeyesjapan
The due date was January the 16th. John had exactly four days before his bills were due. He sighed, closed his book and turned off the lamp beside his bed.
kirsten
I have a broken heart due to the inconsiderate people who dont care what they do or who they hurt. I have trust issues due to the assholes who dont care about being faithful. My life is filled with wonder and imagination, which is due to the dreams that keep my life possible.
Savanna Garcia
My library books are due
the words I have been meaning to imprint on my mind
now I have to rush to sink them in
because my library books are due
images I desire to see
inspiration for painting
and songs
because my library books are due
Jay
Due tomorrow: a five-page assignment on the history of the guitar. How was I supposed to do this when it was completely useless information to me? I did not care how it came to be, or what mastermind was the one to come up with the concept- I only cared that this beauty was here to help me escape my past.
Jess
My work paper its due tomorrow, The question here its, what if there is no tomorrow? We cant never realize how much until we dont have it anymore, Everthing has a due date. Dont let everything for the last minute. Enjoy, live, create
Ana
My time is due. I am a time keeper. I am supposed to let the watchman know the time. But I am always late. However will I be promoted from time keeper if I’m always late. But still my time is due and I must keep rushing on and on until I make it to the watchman.
Meg
The assignment was due tomorrow, I haven’t done anything. Surely Miss townsten will let me have another week considering the circumstances. You know… those circumstances.
Betany
It was due today. The rent. I had forgotten to pay it the last time, then I just didn’t have the money for it the time before that, and before that, my roommate couldn’t cover for me. It was due today. And I forgot. Now it won’t be due ever again. I wonder where I’ll go now.
Stephanie Force
She rushed past all the frozen pieces, she rushed past all the yelling trees and finally she rushed past all the still figurines.
She had something to do. Something that would be to late tomorrow. Something that would make grass smell nice, and the sun shine bright.
But she had to hurry, because today, today was due date.
ChomChom
Hush now baby, don’t say a word
I know that you’re scared and want to go home
It’s due time for your tears to all stop
But you’re locked in a closet and you can hear the gun shots
I can tell you that it’ll all be okay; it’ll be a lie but they’ll remember your name
And moments from now your fear will go away
Shit. Stress. Due means I have to get it done but I’ll inevitably just stress about it until the day before it’s due and then bang it out. Sometimes like a champ. Sometimes not.
Or
Due means life. It means pregnancy. It means that a small new person will be joining us soon.
Jochebed
You have to pay your dues to get into the hottest speakeasies in the city.
Step one: Bob hair
Step two: Dress as a flapper
Step three: MAKE-UP.
Step four: get good at make-up.
Step five: gangster boyfriend
Step six: jewelry from gangster boyfriend.
The books were overdue. The ideas were not. As she watched young fingers fumble over fingers, pages being turned in anticipation, the librarian did not mind the expiration date on the old note card in the back of the book. The young girl in pink tails was lost in her imagination, just trying to find her new way home in chapters yet to be read. There was no due date for that–just mystery.
this paper is due on Tuesday. i sure wonder when her baby is due…maybe it’s due on Wednesday. is my birthday on a Wednesday this year? wouldn’t it be cool if the baby was due on my birthday?! omg! what if the baby was born on my birthday! neat! I’d have a baby sibling just like Leah! and she’s gonna have the same birthday as me! :) we’ll be twins
Amy
One day, i checked out a library book, about lemurs. The librarian checked it out, and told me the due date. I was using the book for a school project, and it was a month long project. So, i looked through it, got info from it, and forgot about the due date on accident.
Megan Hulen
“Every bill comes due.”
Words of wisdom from a religion teacher, herself so volatile that we would never be able to tell if our brand of adolescent crass would drive her up the wall enough to swear at us or give us the bird. Asking her about her thoughts and opinions on sixteen year olds dry humping on a dance floor was enough to get her to go bonkers.
i once had a library book that was over 20 years overdue. i often wondered why the library didnt have a system in place to stop people like me from ever checking out another book.
It’s past overdue. I’m old enough. Something should happend to me, someone show the slightest interest me in some way. I don’t understand how things happen to people. What have you done? Is there a trick? Teach me.
Due to the overwhelming weight of insecurities, secrets, and hindrances that I compress between the walls of my body, I cannot look for any brighter of a future, any better opportunities, when all I can do is think of how they may be totaled when the walls begin to decay.
your overdue to see me, i miss you. do you miss me? I think its time we make up for lost time, don’t you? Overdue for laughter, ice cream, endless smiles, and holding hands. Due for a great time. Due like a paper you wanted to write. The best paper you’d ever written. that kind.
When an essay is due, there is always the same process. First a languid disconcern for the approaching dead line, then a sudden panic, a 50 meter dash to the library. If you’re lucky, you’ll get in the writing zone, the perfect mixture between panic and laziness that leads to optimal productivity.
We are due at some point to the end. What the end is, we don’t know. We’ll never be able to share it. But it is the fate that we are entitled to. What it is, when it happens, what becomes of what’s left. Just it. It is our life. It is due to end.
I am due to service my life in some way soon. I am due to find the man that I am to love for all eternity. I am due to create a long lasting relationship with my family that any hallmark commercial could capture. I am due to complete my dreams and love my life. I am due to be myself as well though. I am due for mistakes along the way that will leave scratches. I am due for those scratches and bumps along the way to make me into the person I’m supposed to be. I design these due dates though and I control what each goal means. I design the conditions and I control my perception.
These kinds of things don’t usually happen to a person like me–dowdy, unassuming, and perpetually down on my luck. I spend most of my friday nights doing homework in an empty house two sizes too big for me. I keep to nose out of other people’s business in hope that they will never be tempted to stick their nose into mine. My life is, by definition, pure boringness.
But of course, that was all before I made the mistake of boarding that plane. The trip where all of me was lured out with the promise of the Baltic Sea, but only part of me came back. I still blame it on her. On Ruth.
After all, if there’s one thing she managed to teach me, it’s that it’s always polite to give credit where credit is due.
My test was due the morning of April the third. It was a tremendous, superficial thing that really did not mean anything. It could have been more interesting, but it was all my dull, cold brain could purge out.
America is due for a revamp on gun laws. Those poor innocent children were not due to die until a freak show decided they were. It is cruel and unnecessary. Change gun laws and make it so that no one with any form of instability has access to a gun. Here in NZ we have much tighter gun laws and there are no mass murders; no massacres; no stealing of lives. Those poor children did not die in vain. The due date for gun laws has arrived. Obama, it’s your turn to deal.
to pay what is due? What is due? debt, love, hate, heart. Is love due? or dew? do you know what to due? due what is good and love, that is what is due.
I’m tired of things being due. I’m always late. I can’t keep up with life and even when I have time to I’m tired and don’t feel like it. I can’t DO what I want to because there are so many outside sources telling me I’m overdue. I just want a clean slate, a time to start over.
im due to die on a certain date and during that time period i want to do things that i have always wanted to. When im due to the other world known as heaven i want to do unbelievable things in this world i am in today. Due is like my expiration date. I am due to expire soon and what i choose to do during those times are what will describe me as Julia the rest of my life.
my insurance was due on dec 9 it is now the 16th. homeless and helpless. due to bills and life and horrible people
He did more than was due. He never asked questions. He always gave 100% of himself. Now he had nothing to show for it. The storm had taken everything. Everything but his life. And that seemed so small compared to everything, and everyone, lost.
It was before it was due to fall before we were due to meet before the sky was due to turn cloudy milky grey rain tainted with pink splotches of tears from breakfast before they were due to hand in their assignment of divorce before they were due to cry before it was due I called to say I was coming home late, I’m sorry.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She lay there numb. Denying everything that had happened. She lay in the dark. Due to the blackness of the room she felt as if she too had died. Maybe a part of her had. She couldn’t stand the thought of him laying there…dead. It scared her more than anything
“If I still have a remaining ten hours to finish, I will not start on it right now,” she said as she licked the ice of her popsicle, her math homework sprawled on the table in its seemingly seething state.
Simply amazing. The awareness that one will die, and one will not live on elsewhere afterwards. Causes one to not take life for granted. Causes one to choose ones actions based on a new set of standards. And makes the love of life possible.
This was going to happen, no matter how I tried to avoid it. I had to pay my dues. If I was going to stay here, to be accepted, I had to go up and face them all. Do what they told me to do. It was worth more than money to them.
She was supposed to be due today. I circled the date, all those months ago. But I sit here alone. Rocking back and forth, I can only imagine the weight that would have filled my arms.
Due Dates. I hate them, especially this time of year. So much school work to be done. Some due dates are good, like when a child is going to be born. The best accomplishment of a persons life, a child.
He was due to return the library books on the fifteenth, but his rebellious streak would hold out for a full week. Towards the end, though, he was looking over his shoulder when walking down the street. He had no choice, his mother was the librarian.
The due date was January the 16th. John had exactly four days before his bills were due. He sighed, closed his book and turned off the lamp beside his bed.
I have a broken heart due to the inconsiderate people who dont care what they do or who they hurt. I have trust issues due to the assholes who dont care about being faithful. My life is filled with wonder and imagination, which is due to the dreams that keep my life possible.
My library books are due
the words I have been meaning to imprint on my mind
now I have to rush to sink them in
because my library books are due
images I desire to see
inspiration for painting
and songs
because my library books are due
Due tomorrow: a five-page assignment on the history of the guitar. How was I supposed to do this when it was completely useless information to me? I did not care how it came to be, or what mastermind was the one to come up with the concept- I only cared that this beauty was here to help me escape my past.
My work paper its due tomorrow, The question here its, what if there is no tomorrow? We cant never realize how much until we dont have it anymore, Everthing has a due date. Dont let everything for the last minute. Enjoy, live, create
My time is due. I am a time keeper. I am supposed to let the watchman know the time. But I am always late. However will I be promoted from time keeper if I’m always late. But still my time is due and I must keep rushing on and on until I make it to the watchman.
The assignment was due tomorrow, I haven’t done anything. Surely Miss townsten will let me have another week considering the circumstances. You know… those circumstances.
It was due today. The rent. I had forgotten to pay it the last time, then I just didn’t have the money for it the time before that, and before that, my roommate couldn’t cover for me. It was due today. And I forgot. Now it won’t be due ever again. I wonder where I’ll go now.
She rushed past all the frozen pieces, she rushed past all the yelling trees and finally she rushed past all the still figurines.
She had something to do. Something that would be to late tomorrow. Something that would make grass smell nice, and the sun shine bright.
But she had to hurry, because today, today was due date.
Hush now baby, don’t say a word
I know that you’re scared and want to go home
It’s due time for your tears to all stop
But you’re locked in a closet and you can hear the gun shots
I can tell you that it’ll all be okay; it’ll be a lie but they’ll remember your name
And moments from now your fear will go away
Shit. Stress. Due means I have to get it done but I’ll inevitably just stress about it until the day before it’s due and then bang it out. Sometimes like a champ. Sometimes not.
Or
Due means life. It means pregnancy. It means that a small new person will be joining us soon.
You have to pay your dues to get into the hottest speakeasies in the city.
Step one: Bob hair
Step two: Dress as a flapper
Step three: MAKE-UP.
Step four: get good at make-up.
Step five: gangster boyfriend
Step six: jewelry from gangster boyfriend.
Marion was set.
The books were overdue. The ideas were not. As she watched young fingers fumble over fingers, pages being turned in anticipation, the librarian did not mind the expiration date on the old note card in the back of the book. The young girl in pink tails was lost in her imagination, just trying to find her new way home in chapters yet to be read. There was no due date for that–just mystery.
this paper is due on Tuesday. i sure wonder when her baby is due…maybe it’s due on Wednesday. is my birthday on a Wednesday this year? wouldn’t it be cool if the baby was due on my birthday?! omg! what if the baby was born on my birthday! neat! I’d have a baby sibling just like Leah! and she’s gonna have the same birthday as me! :) we’ll be twins
One day, i checked out a library book, about lemurs. The librarian checked it out, and told me the due date. I was using the book for a school project, and it was a month long project. So, i looked through it, got info from it, and forgot about the due date on accident.
“Every bill comes due.”
Words of wisdom from a religion teacher, herself so volatile that we would never be able to tell if our brand of adolescent crass would drive her up the wall enough to swear at us or give us the bird. Asking her about her thoughts and opinions on sixteen year olds dry humping on a dance floor was enough to get her to go bonkers.
i once had a library book that was over 20 years overdue. i often wondered why the library didnt have a system in place to stop people like me from ever checking out another book.
for a change
i’m with Ya