Coffee Break!

come out here to take a breather, relax.

no point in turning back now

you can travel anywhere, won't make a difference.

the mind is still there, preparing to fuck you up

what can you do?

sit down and drink a cup of coffee.

tell your deep secrets into that marlboro light

as if they'll burn to ashes along with it.

on a rainy summer day i just want to
stick a knife into your skull
watch the blood pour out
laugh in your face
HA HA
make this bitch want more.
keep your mouth wide open,
try and talk shit now.

or maybe have a cup of coffee and slice of flesh.

I wait for you to come closer,
To draw closer and tell me
That you can't deal with me
Any more. Not with my
Insane, bordering on
Psychotic, behavior, and
My bipolar mood swings.
But, you draw closer
And you smile right at me,
And draw me into a hug
For a second, that little voice,
Which I am always aware of,
Which tells me I'm never
Going to be good enough
For anyone to accept or like,
Let alone love,
Fades to the back of my mind.
I let myself relax
Into your warm embrace and
I let myself be and believe.
I turn to smile at you...
Before I can see your face,
Your features, I am woken up
From my daydream
By the bell signalling the
End of school. I pack my bag
And head towards my carpool,
My movements sluggish-
Even cheerily wave goodbye to
A few stragglers.
I reach home and eat lunch alone.  
I go for tuition, let myself
Become numb to everything
But learning and understanding.
It becomes darker and it's almost 8,
I come back home again.
I had been out from 7 in the morning.
This time, my family's there and
We eat dinner together, though,
I am barely there with them.
They're discussing important
Things like business and will
Talk to me later.  I finish eating
And go sleep. Tomorrow's going to
Be the exact robotic same.

I’m waiting
For pumpkin spice lattes
And crunchy leaves
On the ground
Warm woolly scarves
Tucked into pretty
Coats and boots

I’m wishing
For the breeze to cool
And the sun to go down
For the days to get shorter
For the sharp wind on my cheeks
And my lovely red mittens

I’m wanting
To leave behind the
Sweltering heat
And to escape into golden
Arcs of crying trees
And pumpkins
And my red
Wool hat

And come autumn,
I shall wait, wish, nor want
No longer.

coffee, so delicate, yet so simple.
it can give you the highest of buzzes,
to the deepest of thoughts.
coffee is a blank canvas.
the drinker is the artist.
splashing vibrant coats of sugar and milk, creamer flowing from brushes. spoons clanking and stirring a beautiful picture.
creating one of a kind work.
to each cup of coffee his own.

just remember,

a cup of coffee is more valuable than falling in love,

and a memory of falling in love lasts longer than a memory of a cup of coffee,

fall in love with a cup of coffee.