I loath the 9 am small talk
“Good morning, how are you?”
“ oh, fine—you”
As if much has changed from the last 24 hour hours
Polite causalities are anything, but—polite
In fact, they are rather artificial just like those bags of chips on the table
Nonetheless, I indulged and patiently walk away
Quickly before the irritation is to strike me again, I patiently wait for the *** to stop brewing
Coast is clear no coworker in sight—I think to myself
I calmly pour the coffee into my mug and just as I’m ready to walk out
The pedestal of politeness makes his grand entrance
Small talk is now forced into a long and careless conversation—my eyes are rolling into the back of my head
Pretending to a sight of patience I, yet again indulge
Luckily before a lengthy conversation could go it’s way, someone walks in—finally, an escape
I quickly walk away as if I have pressing tasks that need attending i dont —we are all really pretending here
Regardless, it’s 9:10 and I’m finally made it to my desk.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
The wind started to settle
An it was no longer cold.
Although it was still raining
The coffee now, was sweet and bold.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
It was a beautiful and warm Monday afternoon.
Everything felt in place—except her mind.
That day, she laid her body carelessly in a bed of a thousand lilacs,
Engulfed by her thoughts
She was unready for the day to consume her
Unfortunately for her, the world craved her undying attention.
The lilacs, nipped at her noise with pungent notes of jasmine and rose
The sun kissed her cheek,
While the breeze tousled through her hair
Rather than humming in curiosity, her mind danced along the brass of the wind
She could feel everything, but simultaneously, nothing at all.
Too much or too little, it never seemed to be enough.
Carefully, she listened to the breeze
She didn’t miss a beat
The rhythm felt smooth—natural
Trying to comfort her discomforting thoughts
Finally
It was quite and her mind now felt at ease
A sudden shadow casted above her undisturbed body
The lilacs comforted her in a way that her bed could not
The breeze silenced itself
Her thoughts picked up
Quietly, she listened to the raspy and familiar voice that would not stop humming
In a chuckle he asked, “why are you laying in a bed of flowers?”
He didn’t even notice that they were lilacs
Flustered by his sudden appearance, she opened her eyes and realized that it was time to leave the garden
She stared at him for a moment before she actually responded
With a slight nervous laugh, she responded honestly “I don’t really know.”
Dazed and confused, she gathered her strength to stand up “It’s been a while...”
But before she could even finish her sentence,
The brassy breeze started to chime
“Want to go grab some coffee?” he nervously said.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
She wanted to write just was on her mind,
What she really felt, but she couldn’t.
She found difficulty putting her feelings into words
And her words into action.
She knew the moment it all crossed her mind, she would never be able to write a sentence of all of her hurt.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
Watch the stars" he said
"Okay."
her eyes were shut to stone.
"What did you wish for?"
laughs "wishing doesn't work like that?"
he loved the way her mind worked
"What if I don't say anything to anyone?"
he loved her
"What a temping offer."
everything about him tempted her.
"So will you tell me?" just as he smirked charmingly
she leaned in like she was going to Kiss him
" a secret wouldn't be a secret if I told anyone, would it?"
she pushed him back, let go of his shirt and laughed
you could almost hear his heart beating out of his chest
"Promise we will be friends forever?"
the warmth started to disappear from her body just as a slight ache settled in her stomach.
"Forever"
she smiled
she loved him
They both continued to stargaze.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
I would love to let you read my mind
Follow my thoughts just as you would the pages of a book
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
The coffee shop reeked of introspection
It was quiet but noisy at the same time
From slight chattering that flittered the patio to cars battling in traffic
She felt like she finally belonged
The smell of coffee thrilled her
She would romanticize each cup
Just the thought of hot steam curling around her lips as they pressed against the lovely mug made her quiver
She was never very patient
Every sip would slightly burn her tongue
But that never seemed to bother her
She valued the little things
Each sip, exhibited a moment of warmth, relief, and sincerity
In between each sip, her mind found relief
After each sip, sincerity found itself to be ironically bitter
It was 82 degrees and she found her coffee to be just as warm as the sun
Too busy romanticizing the view around her
She burnt her tongue once again
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
The sky stood still in thoughtless wonder
A slight breeze brushed swiftly past my cheek
I realized it was time to turn the page
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
The sky reflected the blue in your eyes
It was partly cloudy
It looked as if it were to rain
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC