My paper was due in 8 minutes but that didn’t matter anymore as Jim pointed his gun at my head, asking for the money that was due to him ages ago. I don’t know how I let this happen, but I’m ready to accept my punishment.
what is due to the nation is not just our civil service, but also the feelings that inspire them. What is due is the energy and belief that people inherently feel for their nation. what also is due is my energy bill. fuck that’s going to be expensive, damn bangor
Today i had something due. My life. I was told I had to present my life to an official member of the living comity. I went and presented my case. he said i was okay but I needed to improve my looks.
I have work due on Monday and Tuesday, for finals. Yet I am laying in bed, stumbling, and this came upon my internet travels. Also, tomorrow, (Monday), is my twenty first birthday.
I had a paper that was due yesterday. I didn’t do it though. You might think that its all my fault but it is really not. I did not know that the paper was due and when I found out I was too busy skydiving to worry about anything else. Skydiving? You might say? Yes!
“Oh we’ll get our due alright,” Dickie said. “So do ever’body,” Bog said. “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Karma, fool.” “Ever’thang’s Karma, Dickie.” “You wanna eat, Bog?” “ Sure, Dickie.” “How you gonna, Bog?” “Well I dunno, Dickie, them berries yonder look mighty fine—“ “Listen Bog, we gonna git in, git out, no one’ll give a rat’s ass ‘bout a hun’ert bucks.” “I give an ass, Dickie.” Dickie grabbed Bog, “I’ll take it, fool,” and he set Bog’s ass over the campfire. “Cause I’m hongry!”
It was finally time.
Everything was due.
Everything good I’d ever done, and everything bad I’d ever done would finally come back to haunt me.
Twist me.
Contort me more than a shadow in the setting sun.
It really pays to do the right thing.
Due. The initial thing I think of is ‘due date’. Due date being most recognized with pregnancy. So I’m guessing this is the part where I write about pregnancy and the miracle of life and all that crap, oh wait nope, time is running out, it’s too late! SAVE YOURSELF!
The baby was due in March. He was excited to see the world. He came in January. She lost him in the red sea of dreams and life. She shrieked. He was happy nonetheless.
The stack of papers thumped to the ground. The ugly duck ceramic lamp cracked against the desk shedding shavings as it fell onto the carpet. Lights flickered like in the hallway of a haunted house. And then: the building crumbled, it dissolved, a cookie in the mouth of a tremendous earthquake.
Swollen like the sea, fat, dumpling-shaped woman. I waddle everywhere and people do not know what to do. I am an oyster. I am the bubbles in the tough hide of seaweed. I am the case for this most precious of currency. She is due, any day now. I am waiting. I will be limp when she is gone. Cracked egg lady, wasted. Where will I go?
The rent we owed was overdue, and stupidly, we’d given our lives as collateral, until the Landlord’s Son paid our debt and signed the check in blood. Now you and me are free.
soon. late, very late, midnight. leaves swishing across the moon. erase.
there’s nothing behind the white, very little, very late. moon will soon be due, sliver first, then quarter, half, full. final. it’s the end of the semester, and everything is due, i’m very late.
I had three essays this semester, and I forgot them all. I’ve got a “D” in the class, so I’m not failing, but I need at least a “C” to transfer. A “C!” There’s no way I can possibly make up all those points. My final’s tomorrow. I guess I’ll have to take the class again. This is what happens when you forget due dates… Oh, well. It’s my own fault.
due to overthinking at times the mind stops working. one should find a balance between their different parts of life. life which has so many segment with each segment having a great effect on our life.
When you have homework and it’s due the next day, all you do is panic. Homework isn’t the only thing that can ever be due, though. Payments and bills, children. You can be due for a good date with your sweetie. Your library books can be due back. It’s a deadline, an expectation. It’s knowing you have a point of reference.
It was amazing how such a small phrase, a tiny arrangement of letters and vowels, could change her life in every possible way. She’d woken up on the floor of a basement with a gag in her mouth, and for an instant, she’d thought she was still dreaming. Until the firm bones of knuckles crashed into her cheek and the pain blinded her. Then, she knew she was awake and there was no going back.
My mom has a due date? Absolute insanity…
Doesn’t make much sense to me
When 4 kids later, she hasn’t developed a maternal bone in her body.
I call that overdue
This is why people should have a freakin’ license to enter the world of maternity!
Now I’m all blue
But I’m still a minor so there aint much i can do
“What time is it she said?” before darting towards the doorway. I stared at the swinging door as I watched her depart, could it be that I would never see her again?
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” He screamed into his iphone, “She’s not due ’till next month!!”
I casually watched as the man who’s name may or may not be Daniel ran from Starbucks to his car. He was 23, with a wife named Sarah and an nice ordinary life. If he had lived passed today, he would have watched his son grow up, and the son’s name would have been Isaiah.
Unfortunately, he won’t live pass today. Some truck driver (who’s name may or may not be Seth) will spill hot tea on his lap and crash into Daniel’s car. Daniel will die, and I will collect his soul.
It is how it is. Being Death.
It wasn’t ever all at once; small things reminded me of him all the time, even a year later. He was wrong all along; it was never going to work out. But I tried because I already trusted him; he was already mine. So I kept going until I couldn’t any longer. Until I was due to sleep off the bad memories and wake to the good ones without his presence. It was torture, but I survived. I lost him, but I also lost me. I know I never wanted to find him out there.
This is the festive time
To be merry and bright
Tis the jolly season
To be happy and light
I don’t miss you one bit
My heart’s due for a check up
You never knew me at all
Time Sharpened me the heck up
well, this is convenient. the essay of gift giving and reciprocity i am currently working on was due today at 5 pm, oh, excuse me, yesterday at 5pm. it is now 12:09am. and im still working on this. another essay due tomorow, and two exams tomorrow too. yay college.
All due to you
my block persists
I cannot forget
I cannot resist
I don’t wanna continue
to sit in this pain
I don’t want to forget
I just want to remain
and then you realize out of nowhere that it’s over all of a sudden it’s all gone and used up and finished but you’re not ready not prepared to give it all up did you do it all did you see everything did you live and love and feel everything you were supposed to? what now that everything’s due?
Your choice comes due. There is a point when the mulling over whose fault it is becomes useless, like shifting dirt, and one must simply take responsibility, make a choice and be happy with it.
the rent is due and I haven’t payed it. I won’t. I’ve decided. and i’m not sure why I’ve decided, but it feels good. I’m going to take this opportunity for a change. A change of scenery — could change everything.
It’s due tomorrow. It’s gonna be better tomorrow, when it’s all over. And that deadline keeps hanging over my head, and I just can’t get forward. Gradual, slow breakdown.
The assignment is due tomorrow, but I hadn’t started a thing. So much for getting good grades this year. I sighed and fell down on my bed, trying to convince myself that it didn’t really matter.
I have to due him! He has being my worst rival since I was a child. All my family hate him and its time to make him pay all the pain that he made to my parents.
I will pay my dues
I will do the things I have to do
Even if it means not seeing you
Or feeling you
It’s what I have to do
And that’s fine
Because you know I love you
More than this can say
My paper was due in 8 minutes but that didn’t matter anymore as Jim pointed his gun at my head, asking for the money that was due to him ages ago. I don’t know how I let this happen, but I’m ready to accept my punishment.
what is due to the nation is not just our civil service, but also the feelings that inspire them. What is due is the energy and belief that people inherently feel for their nation. what also is due is my energy bill. fuck that’s going to be expensive, damn bangor
Today i had something due. My life. I was told I had to present my life to an official member of the living comity. I went and presented my case. he said i was okay but I needed to improve my looks.
I have work due on Monday and Tuesday, for finals. Yet I am laying in bed, stumbling, and this came upon my internet travels. Also, tomorrow, (Monday), is my twenty first birthday.
I had a paper that was due yesterday. I didn’t do it though. You might think that its all my fault but it is really not. I did not know that the paper was due and when I found out I was too busy skydiving to worry about anything else. Skydiving? You might say? Yes!
My birthday was way over-due.
So was the party and the pie
yay me.
“Oh we’ll get our due alright,” Dickie said. “So do ever’body,” Bog said. “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Karma, fool.” “Ever’thang’s Karma, Dickie.” “You wanna eat, Bog?” “ Sure, Dickie.” “How you gonna, Bog?” “Well I dunno, Dickie, them berries yonder look mighty fine—“ “Listen Bog, we gonna git in, git out, no one’ll give a rat’s ass ‘bout a hun’ert bucks.” “I give an ass, Dickie.” Dickie grabbed Bog, “I’ll take it, fool,” and he set Bog’s ass over the campfire. “Cause I’m hongry!”
It was finally time.
Everything was due.
Everything good I’d ever done, and everything bad I’d ever done would finally come back to haunt me.
Twist me.
Contort me more than a shadow in the setting sun.
It really pays to do the right thing.
Due. The initial thing I think of is ‘due date’. Due date being most recognized with pregnancy. So I’m guessing this is the part where I write about pregnancy and the miracle of life and all that crap, oh wait nope, time is running out, it’s too late! SAVE YOURSELF!
The baby was due in March. He was excited to see the world. He came in January. She lost him in the red sea of dreams and life. She shrieked. He was happy nonetheless.
The stack of papers thumped to the ground. The ugly duck ceramic lamp cracked against the desk shedding shavings as it fell onto the carpet. Lights flickered like in the hallway of a haunted house. And then: the building crumbled, it dissolved, a cookie in the mouth of a tremendous earthquake.
Swollen like the sea, fat, dumpling-shaped woman. I waddle everywhere and people do not know what to do. I am an oyster. I am the bubbles in the tough hide of seaweed. I am the case for this most precious of currency. She is due, any day now. I am waiting. I will be limp when she is gone. Cracked egg lady, wasted. Where will I go?
This overdose is long overdue. Old me? Comatose.
The rent we owed was overdue, and stupidly, we’d given our lives as collateral, until the Landlord’s Son paid our debt and signed the check in blood. Now you and me are free.
soon. late, very late, midnight. leaves swishing across the moon. erase.
there’s nothing behind the white, very little, very late. moon will soon be due, sliver first, then quarter, half, full. final. it’s the end of the semester, and everything is due, i’m very late.
… (ce).
Advantage wordplay.
I had three essays this semester, and I forgot them all. I’ve got a “D” in the class, so I’m not failing, but I need at least a “C” to transfer. A “C!” There’s no way I can possibly make up all those points. My final’s tomorrow. I guess I’ll have to take the class again. This is what happens when you forget due dates… Oh, well. It’s my own fault.
due to overthinking at times the mind stops working. one should find a balance between their different parts of life. life which has so many segment with each segment having a great effect on our life.
When you have homework and it’s due the next day, all you do is panic. Homework isn’t the only thing that can ever be due, though. Payments and bills, children. You can be due for a good date with your sweetie. Your library books can be due back. It’s a deadline, an expectation. It’s knowing you have a point of reference.
It was amazing how such a small phrase, a tiny arrangement of letters and vowels, could change her life in every possible way. She’d woken up on the floor of a basement with a gag in her mouth, and for an instant, she’d thought she was still dreaming. Until the firm bones of knuckles crashed into her cheek and the pain blinded her. Then, she knew she was awake and there was no going back.
My mom has a due date? Absolute insanity…
Doesn’t make much sense to me
When 4 kids later, she hasn’t developed a maternal bone in her body.
I call that overdue
This is why people should have a freakin’ license to enter the world of maternity!
Now I’m all blue
But I’m still a minor so there aint much i can do
“What time is it she said?” before darting towards the doorway. I stared at the swinging door as I watched her depart, could it be that I would never see her again?
I never have to pay my dues. I have others do it for me.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” He screamed into his iphone, “She’s not due ’till next month!!”
I casually watched as the man who’s name may or may not be Daniel ran from Starbucks to his car. He was 23, with a wife named Sarah and an nice ordinary life. If he had lived passed today, he would have watched his son grow up, and the son’s name would have been Isaiah.
Unfortunately, he won’t live pass today. Some truck driver (who’s name may or may not be Seth) will spill hot tea on his lap and crash into Daniel’s car. Daniel will die, and I will collect his soul.
It is how it is. Being Death.
It wasn’t ever all at once; small things reminded me of him all the time, even a year later. He was wrong all along; it was never going to work out. But I tried because I already trusted him; he was already mine. So I kept going until I couldn’t any longer. Until I was due to sleep off the bad memories and wake to the good ones without his presence. It was torture, but I survived. I lost him, but I also lost me. I know I never wanted to find him out there.
But I wanted to find me.
it was due to him
the money that he so freely gave to the dealer
i’m a shitty writer
what happened to me?
natasha nicole is so pretty.
i wish i could write like her
Everyone has to pay their due’s eventually, but does it really have to be so soon?
This is the festive time
To be merry and bright
Tis the jolly season
To be happy and light
I don’t miss you one bit
My heart’s due for a check up
You never knew me at all
Time Sharpened me the heck up
well, this is convenient. the essay of gift giving and reciprocity i am currently working on was due today at 5 pm, oh, excuse me, yesterday at 5pm. it is now 12:09am. and im still working on this. another essay due tomorow, and two exams tomorrow too. yay college.
All due to you
my block persists
I cannot forget
I cannot resist
I don’t wanna continue
to sit in this pain
I don’t want to forget
I just want to remain
and then you realize out of nowhere that it’s over all of a sudden it’s all gone and used up and finished but you’re not ready not prepared to give it all up did you do it all did you see everything did you live and love and feel everything you were supposed to? what now that everything’s due?
Your choice comes due. There is a point when the mulling over whose fault it is becomes useless, like shifting dirt, and one must simply take responsibility, make a choice and be happy with it.
the rent is due and I haven’t payed it. I won’t. I’ve decided. and i’m not sure why I’ve decided, but it feels good. I’m going to take this opportunity for a change. A change of scenery — could change everything.
It’s due tomorrow. It’s gonna be better tomorrow, when it’s all over. And that deadline keeps hanging over my head, and I just can’t get forward. Gradual, slow breakdown.
after a free ride on violence,
The penalty has come due.
we had better wake up and wise up.
we had better save our children and ourselves.
The assignment is due tomorrow, but I hadn’t started a thing. So much for getting good grades this year. I sighed and fell down on my bed, trying to convince myself that it didn’t really matter.
what what whaaaat, time is tickin away man
I have to due him! He has being my worst rival since I was a child. All my family hate him and its time to make him pay all the pain that he made to my parents.
He was due to come into some kind of luck. It had been a bad year and he could not afford to go on any longer.
I will pay my dues
I will do the things I have to do
Even if it means not seeing you
Or feeling you
It’s what I have to do
And that’s fine
Because you know I love you
More than this can say