I'll have a large coffee please.
Give it to me black,
give it to me bitter.
Let the beans do their thing
let the coffee keep it's zing.
No need to make it sweeter,
what most people consider
a one hitter quitter.
night colored coffee at it's best.
I want to feel my heart beat out of my chest,
stay up all night long
with the taste of the earth on the tip of my tongue
I want it darker,
I want it bolder.
Flavor stays long,
the coffee bites strong.
Do not kill my coffee
with sugar and spice
or anything nice.
You sweet-toothed zombie.
Haven't you heard?
Truth be told,
when it comes to coffee...
fortune flavors the bold.
be dauntlessly bold
don't let those eyelids turn visibly cold
for them to see
let those chains down and fight them like hell
the next time they tell you
that when you get older
your heart dies,
pluck that little grit from your bones
and leaf out those wounds and say,
"I have stayed, thus far, to behold the pretty things
against all other
who made it grew unnoticed"
Had a lonely walk on a silent afternoon
Followed by the whistling of an eve teaser wind
Without a second thought moved my legs fore with a smile
Wind alluring me with its delicate touch
A trial of making me fall for him
With an unshaken heart walked towards my home
Taking deep breath giving a teddy hug
To my mother standing in the gate
to fall in love with a poet.
How strange it would be
writers of darkness who share their nonsense
in passionate form.
I'd fall in love with a poet
to dream with her
of what could be.
Oh to dream,
of one who understands me.
Is it you miss poet,
is it you
who understands me?
(Before you continue reading I ask that you read all of it and thats all I ask)
Said my behavior was unacceptable;
"Unbelievable!" The words I would say.
If not for daydreaming all day\ then,
I wouldn't be breathing today;
Not in the course of current time,
Subsequential nine fortnights ago;
Although it feels like a memory to me reoccurring when I struggle More like powering through quizzes packed full of questions of why I'm always sleep deprived and late to school just down the street from me but not only is my trouble staying awake during quizzes,
Conferences with my parents called in to figure out a time back When A.D.H.D couldn't help me find a seat assigned for me
or when my parents hug me at the therapist office hearing me repeat teachers voices in enmity\ replay in my head without thinking they would grow old someday;
Definitely knowing they weren't holding back when they would get Together and get to saying I would never reemerge from the curiosity to be a ratio out of the minority of the environment I grew up in;
It was either steal, flex or receive the opposed for standing around observing ,
I was Always too quick to say curses although I was never called for it and the bluffs conjured in a thought mossies on top of my Tongue like the lies that slip out when I'm not thinking about who it Would it hurt hereafter whom ever would hear me I wouldn't mind.
I have story to be told,
I have passion to be bold,
The power may be old,
But the truth must unfold.
I don’t want you to tell,
The story of how I fell,
It’s my reality to sell,
No need for you to yell.
No matter what you say,
I’m always here to stay,
Let everything be gray,
Let me be the one to pay.
In the end of this long sail,
The curse must be sealed,
No one is allowed to feel,
The great power I conceal.
I carry wind with addendum as though a seed has thought
only such food she'll shine again with a shore repository
as a companion in foot massage deeper inside
if mistaken identity may press her soul
that spice up this time does visit one bellwether chore of making love
yet still time those players melt their ardor and repose their splatter
in a kingdom yet found in traces of love those denizens wild cat demands so taboo again that heat with detraction of Liberty.
b r e a k t h e m o u l d.
The girl with the BOLD eyeliner had a heart of gold.
Always generous, and loving of others.
Never wanting to hurt even the smallest fly.
She was unstoppable until she lost herself.
Alone, in the darkness, left for dead.
Running through the smokiest clouds and the most violent winds to outrun the demons, which were disguised as humans.
A blonde here.
A brunette there.
Until finally what she saw in the mirror
Was a girl with no hair.
A head that shined with all its might
throughout all of the days and all of the nights.
A strand here.
A strand there.
And all that's left, is her ungrown hair.
Not a soul to be exposed
or a smile to see,
but a hopeless demon
staring back at me.