I sit at my kitchen table
past midnight on a Friday morning.
School in a few hours.
Still drowning in homework.
Every now and then I glance at twitter and Instagram.
Maybe he's replied.
Maybe I can work.
He hasn't of course.
When he finally does,
I see my chance at happiness float away
on a cloud that only I can see.
I missed my chance
Because I'm sitting here
past midnight
swimming in late work
and late nights.
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Author:
JB (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So... I'm an actor. I tweeted at a certain director/producer for a certain show asking about auditions and how to try to be a walk on role or maybe something less or more. THis certain director/producer got back to me three days in, and told me that they don't do open auditions, and they mainly hire union actors that live in Canada. I'm running out of time to be on this show but it really is a dream of mine. I feel like school and my grades are holding me back. That's the story. Also the two main stars are from Texas where they were both chosen for the show, and the other is from washington so kinda fuck him a little bit ya know?
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Very well expressed good luck on lifes test.
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