stopping, time is stopping because I have so much to do today. oh man if only i had time to go on websites like this when really i have a list. i have a list of my life. my life is lists , i’m so consumed by and concerned with lists. why. why do they why!
busy. thoughts consume me as the pace of the day is rushing rushing rushing into the ground. up, down, up, down into existance, out of it, time is gone time is up
Clara
crash.
crunch.
metal torn asunder.
bones cracking.
pain.
spots of light.
i see red
then black.
i was driving,
right?
what happened?
that wasn’t on my schedule.
Jam-packed. One class for an hour, hour break. Two classes, lunch. Class, nap time of fifteen minutes. Tight, tight, tight. No time, no breaks, little rest. Yet a moment of peace in between to write.
Laura
Schedules are hard to keep. I think if I had a regular schedule I would be happier
Katie
Uniform and setting. Everything is ready. I might just go crazy if my life was always scheduled. I can’t live with every thing lined up.
Melissa
My schedule is always busy. I feel like I can’t catch a break, you know, to just stop and enjoy the day. It’s like I can’t get away for even one minute because I have so much to do and so little time. How on earth am I supposed to just let go of everything and stop to enjoy things?
gulnar
I hate making schedules. I never make them, but, I probably should have one, it would make life easier in the long run. I think that it would.
“What a funny prompt!” she thought when the word appeared on her monitor. Her schedule this week would be crazy, hectic really. In addition to all of the regular running around, she had a hair appointment, tutoring session, school meeting, birthday party, and of course, she couldn’t forget the traffic slow down caused by the presidential motorcade.
Heather
my schedule over loads my brain. consumes my day. the planner is my new best friend. calendars are my life line. schedule schedule schedule, no word could better explain my pain. its all from that need to schedule. an impulse i can never control.
If I have dreams, then this schedule will kill them. I squashed between the minutes, like a bug between bookshelves. Another obligation looms in fron of me like a mountain made of letter s and words. Whoa am I beyond all this?
My schedule. If only there were such a thing. Between the baby sitter canceling and half the office calling in sick, my whole day is in disarray.
JL
“Heh, I got nuthin’. I’ve had such a hectic schedule for the last four months that absolutely nothing comes to mind to write about today,” Martin wrote in his blog as he floated through the empty corridors. “I guess I figured six months up here would be a great opportunity to finish my book, but I can’t even make it past, ‘It was a dark and stormy night.’ Of course, ‘dark and stormy’ looks a whole lot different from 15 miles up.”
Izolda
She checked her schedule, and turned quickly into the gymnasium. She ran into something hard and fell to the ground with a loud thump. She looked up just in time to see a man towering over her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she whispered meekly.
chantelle
Our schedules do not align
Especially when you factor the
Time
Difference
In our lives, location
But you’re always on my mind
Stop your schedule.
My time is running out,
and I can’t be constrained to the pain of the ordinary.
Leave the world worries behind.
It’s time.
Time to act and believe in what is right.
Take the fight to your doorstep
but don’t step
Leap.
Into the abyss of the unknown.
Brrring! Oh no, I think to myself–that is the first period bell. What am I going to do? This assignment isn’t complete! Will they know I’m a fake? Will they find out I am just making up this stuff as I go along? Will they tell their parents? Will I receive a million parent emails addressing my inadequacies? Think. Think. Think. “Oh, hello Sam.”
Chelsea Schjodt
She liked schedules. And checklists. And To-Do lists. Things she could check off and say, “Okay, that’s done.” She got nervous when she *didn’t* have a schedule.
He was a free spirit and showed her what she was missing in her rigid ordering.
My schedule’s free, I tell the make believe phone with the make believe person on the other end. I can interview with you anytime, I say.
I’m practicing for the day someone calls me up with questions about my resume.
milliski
I never get it right, somehow, someway there is always a conflict of interest. Work, play, drinking, the schedule is all wrong.
Amy
I have a schedule, but do I ever follow it? Rarely. My problem is not in scheduling (I schedule all the damn time!) but in keeping that schedule. I’ve been putting in on my schedule for years to work on this problem.
Emily
Wake up, eat, walk to school, math, blah, english, gym, socials, blah blah blah, friends, laughing, lunch time, class, class, blah, blah, walk home, guitar, sing, eat, soccer, eat, read, music, love, sleep, dream.
Sometimes I feel like my entire life is run according to some schedule. So many things that I have to do at some particular time. Even things I enjoy doing cannot be spontaneous — everything is planned.
Follow the schedule, Darius! We feed them only EIGHT cubes today, EIGHT. You understand me? Can you READ, Darius?! FOLLOW THE SCHEDULE FOR PETE’S SAKE! If the boss finds out you’ve been feeding extra cubes off-schedule we are both THROUGH at this hatchery!!
I can’t get my schedule together really. I am always trying really hard to work out my schedule so that I can do all that I have to do while enjoying life. Why is that so so hard!
Monica
Having one of these can be helpful. It can also be the fastest way to make friends with the almighty migraine fairy, I for one prefer not to have them, because then you aren’t as pressed for time as you would otherwise be. Besides, schedules are similar to uncomfortable clothing, rigid, itchy and frustrating.
It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, she knows. She knows in a way she can’t explain.
(plan a, plan b, plan c…)
There had been a plan–a solid plan.
(…plan d, plan e, plan f…)
And this wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t, it wasn’t, itwasn’twasn’twasn’t–
(her list, her list, where did all the numbers go?)
This year’s schedule had been insanely intense. Whether it was having to walk a ridiculous length on a ridiculous campus, or having a class that just enjoyed dishing out ridiculous amounts of homework, Jauna was ready to gag herself with a spoon.
Schedule your schedule so that you may have the ideally scheduled scheduling plan.
And that’s all there is to it.
Samuel J
The schedule never really helps. You try to follow it, but it just makes it seem like there are more and more things to do. Here’s an idea: scrap the schedule! Do things spontaneously. Your life will be the more adventurous for it. Things will still get done, you just have to remember more.
Rachel
There is a reason for everything, and a time for everything. We just don’t always know the where, or why or when. I will be with you someday, just not right now. I have kids to raise, and I need their father for that.
purple
I need to get my life in order. I don’t have forever to be successful. I want my life to mean something and I need it to happen before 40. There is a schedule. I am behind and I need to get ahead.
Dave
Life’s not something you can just schedule. That would be like taking an hour out of your day and saying, “I’m going to be impulsive.” It doesn’t COUNT if you have to plan it. Things like laughter, jokes, fun – you can’t schedule them, you just have to let them happen. Step back and let the reins go, for once.
Jo Kovac
Today I looked at my schedule and I was frightened. Scared actually, because it was empty. Completely empty. This is what happens when you break up with the star quarterback of the football team. Everyone leaves you. I have to get a life – a new one.
Angie Lippard
i hate schoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
i always make schedules though lately. helps me organize. i used to like being all spontaneous and doing things on a whim, but it seems like i’m being more structured and organized. i dunno if that’s a good thing at all.
Lyra
I have a schedule to keep though it seems to be in error. My days are filled with deadlines and point at which I wonder what needs to be finished. This does not sponsor creativity or happiness. Break.
stopping, time is stopping because I have so much to do today. oh man if only i had time to go on websites like this when really i have a list. i have a list of my life. my life is lists , i’m so consumed by and concerned with lists. why. why do they why!
Nothing needs to be in a schedule. I hate schedules so much that I can’t even be poetic about it. I don’t like this word.
busy. thoughts consume me as the pace of the day is rushing rushing rushing into the ground. up, down, up, down into existance, out of it, time is gone time is up
crash.
crunch.
metal torn asunder.
bones cracking.
pain.
spots of light.
i see red
then black.
i was driving,
right?
what happened?
that wasn’t on my schedule.
Jam-packed. One class for an hour, hour break. Two classes, lunch. Class, nap time of fifteen minutes. Tight, tight, tight. No time, no breaks, little rest. Yet a moment of peace in between to write.
Schedules are hard to keep. I think if I had a regular schedule I would be happier
Uniform and setting. Everything is ready. I might just go crazy if my life was always scheduled. I can’t live with every thing lined up.
My schedule is always busy. I feel like I can’t catch a break, you know, to just stop and enjoy the day. It’s like I can’t get away for even one minute because I have so much to do and so little time. How on earth am I supposed to just let go of everything and stop to enjoy things?
I hate making schedules. I never make them, but, I probably should have one, it would make life easier in the long run. I think that it would.
“What a funny prompt!” she thought when the word appeared on her monitor. Her schedule this week would be crazy, hectic really. In addition to all of the regular running around, she had a hair appointment, tutoring session, school meeting, birthday party, and of course, she couldn’t forget the traffic slow down caused by the presidential motorcade.
my schedule over loads my brain. consumes my day. the planner is my new best friend. calendars are my life line. schedule schedule schedule, no word could better explain my pain. its all from that need to schedule. an impulse i can never control.
If I have dreams, then this schedule will kill them. I squashed between the minutes, like a bug between bookshelves. Another obligation looms in fron of me like a mountain made of letter s and words. Whoa am I beyond all this?
My schedule. If only there were such a thing. Between the baby sitter canceling and half the office calling in sick, my whole day is in disarray.
“Heh, I got nuthin’. I’ve had such a hectic schedule for the last four months that absolutely nothing comes to mind to write about today,” Martin wrote in his blog as he floated through the empty corridors. “I guess I figured six months up here would be a great opportunity to finish my book, but I can’t even make it past, ‘It was a dark and stormy night.’ Of course, ‘dark and stormy’ looks a whole lot different from 15 miles up.”
She checked her schedule, and turned quickly into the gymnasium. She ran into something hard and fell to the ground with a loud thump. She looked up just in time to see a man towering over her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she whispered meekly.
Our schedules do not align
Especially when you factor the
Time
Difference
In our lives, location
But you’re always on my mind
Stop your schedule.
My time is running out,
and I can’t be constrained to the pain of the ordinary.
Leave the world worries behind.
It’s time.
Time to act and believe in what is right.
Take the fight to your doorstep
but don’t step
Leap.
Into the abyss of the unknown.
Brrring! Oh no, I think to myself–that is the first period bell. What am I going to do? This assignment isn’t complete! Will they know I’m a fake? Will they find out I am just making up this stuff as I go along? Will they tell their parents? Will I receive a million parent emails addressing my inadequacies? Think. Think. Think. “Oh, hello Sam.”
She liked schedules. And checklists. And To-Do lists. Things she could check off and say, “Okay, that’s done.” She got nervous when she *didn’t* have a schedule.
He was a free spirit and showed her what she was missing in her rigid ordering.
autumn off schedule
arriving a few days late
rushing in breathless
My schedule’s free, I tell the make believe phone with the make believe person on the other end. I can interview with you anytime, I say.
I’m practicing for the day someone calls me up with questions about my resume.
I never get it right, somehow, someway there is always a conflict of interest. Work, play, drinking, the schedule is all wrong.
I have a schedule, but do I ever follow it? Rarely. My problem is not in scheduling (I schedule all the damn time!) but in keeping that schedule. I’ve been putting in on my schedule for years to work on this problem.
Wake up, eat, walk to school, math, blah, english, gym, socials, blah blah blah, friends, laughing, lunch time, class, class, blah, blah, walk home, guitar, sing, eat, soccer, eat, read, music, love, sleep, dream.
Sometimes I feel like my entire life is run according to some schedule. So many things that I have to do at some particular time. Even things I enjoy doing cannot be spontaneous — everything is planned.
Follow the schedule, Darius! We feed them only EIGHT cubes today, EIGHT. You understand me? Can you READ, Darius?! FOLLOW THE SCHEDULE FOR PETE’S SAKE! If the boss finds out you’ve been feeding extra cubes off-schedule we are both THROUGH at this hatchery!!
I can’t get my schedule together really. I am always trying really hard to work out my schedule so that I can do all that I have to do while enjoying life. Why is that so so hard!
Having one of these can be helpful. It can also be the fastest way to make friends with the almighty migraine fairy, I for one prefer not to have them, because then you aren’t as pressed for time as you would otherwise be. Besides, schedules are similar to uncomfortable clothing, rigid, itchy and frustrating.
It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, she knows. She knows in a way she can’t explain.
(plan a, plan b, plan c…)
There had been a plan–a solid plan.
(…plan d, plan e, plan f…)
And this wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t, it wasn’t, itwasn’twasn’twasn’t–
(her list, her list, where did all the numbers go?)
–but she’d been off schedule for a while.
This year’s schedule had been insanely intense. Whether it was having to walk a ridiculous length on a ridiculous campus, or having a class that just enjoyed dishing out ridiculous amounts of homework, Jauna was ready to gag herself with a spoon.
on days like today, there is no time available to stop and catch your breath.
Schedule your schedule so that you may have the ideally scheduled scheduling plan.
And that’s all there is to it.
The schedule never really helps. You try to follow it, but it just makes it seem like there are more and more things to do. Here’s an idea: scrap the schedule! Do things spontaneously. Your life will be the more adventurous for it. Things will still get done, you just have to remember more.
There is a reason for everything, and a time for everything. We just don’t always know the where, or why or when. I will be with you someday, just not right now. I have kids to raise, and I need their father for that.
I need to get my life in order. I don’t have forever to be successful. I want my life to mean something and I need it to happen before 40. There is a schedule. I am behind and I need to get ahead.
Life’s not something you can just schedule. That would be like taking an hour out of your day and saying, “I’m going to be impulsive.” It doesn’t COUNT if you have to plan it. Things like laughter, jokes, fun – you can’t schedule them, you just have to let them happen. Step back and let the reins go, for once.
Today I looked at my schedule and I was frightened. Scared actually, because it was empty. Completely empty. This is what happens when you break up with the star quarterback of the football team. Everyone leaves you. I have to get a life – a new one.
i hate schoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
i always make schedules though lately. helps me organize. i used to like being all spontaneous and doing things on a whim, but it seems like i’m being more structured and organized. i dunno if that’s a good thing at all.
I have a schedule to keep though it seems to be in error. My days are filled with deadlines and point at which I wonder what needs to be finished. This does not sponsor creativity or happiness. Break.
schedules
thrown to the wind
begin flying