kaseyfromaz - Hello Poetry

My body doesn't work how it's supposed to (as if there's a way it's supposed to) (as if there's anything I can do about it.) Every morning and every night I take my handful of vitamins Mix my herbs with scalding hot water Empty of myself, I fill with what I should be (According to those who aren't me.) I spent decades cultivating myself I was loud Educated A good friend Generous Funny Quick to laugh And isn't it ****** So egregiously unfair That there is no room in my garden for all that And what I'm supposed to be (as if there's a way I'm supposed to be). All because my body doesn't work how it's supposed to (as if there's a way that it's supposed to).

0

Sep 5, 2024

Sep 5, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC

My body doesn't work how it's supposed to

My body doesn't work how it's supposed to (as if there's a way it's supposed to) (as if there's anything I can do about it.) Every morning and every night I take my handful of vitamins Mix my herbs with scalding hot water Empty of myself, I fill with what I should be (According to those who aren't me.) I spent decades cultivating myself I was loud Educated A good friend Generous Funny Quick to laugh And isn't it ****** So egregiously unfair That there is no room in my garden for all that And what I'm supposed to be (as if there's a way I'm supposed to be). All because my body doesn't work how it's supposed to (as if there's a way that it's supposed to).

22

There are two half-full cups of coffee on my desk (and one in my car). But you'd make me more in the morning If I asked. Like how you would drive my car in the rain, Because I can't see the road (even though I never told you I couldn't) And then make me watch bad movies. You're better than the rain, You're the whole monsoon season, Shaking the whole world up with yourself, And making it better every time.

0

Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC

Self

There are two half-full cups of coffee on my desk (and one in my car). But you'd make me more in the morning If I asked. Like how you would drive my car in the rain, Because I can't see the road (even though I never told you I couldn't) And then make me watch bad movies. You're better than the rain, You're the whole monsoon season, Shaking the whole world up with yourself, And making it better every time.

12

I live in a desert My Dear. With a loopy-eyed cat who bites and a roommate who might as well. All of my clothes are ripped and stained and I don't know where I'll be working tomorrow. The other vagrants and I We can't afford to stay, but we can't afford the gas to leave, either. The summers are too hot-- the winters are too cold-- and the days and the nights are too dangerous. But we're here and we're young. And someone has to feed the cat.

0

Oct 24, 2016

Oct 24, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC

We're living.

I live in a desert My Dear. With a loopy-eyed cat who bites and a roommate who might as well. All of my clothes are ripped and stained and I don't know where I'll be working tomorrow. The other vagrants and I We can't afford to stay, but we can't afford the gas to leave, either. The summers are too hot-- the winters are too cold-- and the days and the nights are too dangerous. But we're here and we're young. And someone has to feed the cat.

16

She wanted him. Not the him who calls after midnight from a diner off the freeway Because he doesn't work for another 12 hours and if she wants to have dinner with him this week she'll come But the him who drinks coffee with her in the morning before work after their alarm told them they'd slept tangled in each other, again.

0

Aug 9, 2016

Aug 9, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC

Not him

She wanted him. Not the him who calls after midnight from a diner off the freeway Because he doesn't work for another 12 hours and if she wants to have dinner with him this week she'll come But the him who drinks coffee with her in the morning before work after their alarm told them they'd slept tangled in each other, again.

9

He's still new. Sipping on the same soda from the same restaurant after two years Wearing the same shirt, same colors, same car. Two years later. He has a new job-- new watch. But the same haircut. The same drunken goodnight kiss on the same mattress we've slept on after going to all of the same bars. Paying with the same credit card, ordering the same food. Falling asleep the same way. But after two years Every good morning feels so new, every good night so wonderful And he still looks at me like I'm brand new every time.

0

Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC

Brand new

He's still new. Sipping on the same soda from the same restaurant after two years Wearing the same shirt, same colors, same car. Two years later. He has a new job-- new watch. But the same haircut. The same drunken goodnight kiss on the same mattress we've slept on after going to all of the same bars. Paying with the same credit card, ordering the same food. Falling asleep the same way. But after two years Every good morning feels so new, every good night so wonderful And he still looks at me like I'm brand new every time.

11

Our hearts don't break For lack of love. Plenty of people do not love me, And I lose no sleep. Perhaps your heart breaks for those who do not love you. But mine, Mine, Mine. Breaks into pieces every time I realize that Love is not enough.

0

Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC

Love is not Enough

Our hearts don't break For lack of love. Plenty of people do not love me, And I lose no sleep. Perhaps your heart breaks for those who do not love you. But mine, Mine, Mine. Breaks into pieces every time I realize that Love is not enough.

10

He knew-- Not well, but he knew-- What she was. That she was the steam coming off a cup of coffee No cream-- no sugar-- Bitter & Dark. And she would rather drink alone than drink what she wasn't What she didn't want. But little by little he added Some grains of sugar. Some drips of cream Until she was cool and light. And now he's sad to see there's no steam. She lost who she is, he forgot what she was, And they just don't know each other anymore.

0

Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

Bitter and Dark

He knew-- Not well, but he knew-- What she was. That she was the steam coming off a cup of coffee No cream-- no sugar-- Bitter & Dark. And she would rather drink alone than drink what she wasn't What she didn't want. But little by little he added Some grains of sugar. Some drips of cream Until she was cool and light. And now he's sad to see there's no steam. She lost who she is, he forgot what she was, And they just don't know each other anymore.

15

I like the taste of old coffee between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Just how I like the blast of the a/c on a hot June afternoon. And sitting on the porch looking at the city when the sun finally sets on these summer nights, A tea in one hand and a book in the other, With a mosquito swarming somewhere near my ear while its friends nibble at my ankles. I like candles and hot showers and waking up after the sun to find out it's still only six am. But even if you don't like all of these things too, I still like you in the summertime.

0

Jul 1, 2015

Jul 1, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC

You in the summertime

I like the taste of old coffee between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Just how I like the blast of the a/c on a hot June afternoon. And sitting on the porch looking at the city when the sun finally sets on these summer nights, A tea in one hand and a book in the other, With a mosquito swarming somewhere near my ear while its friends nibble at my ankles. I like candles and hot showers and waking up after the sun to find out it's still only six am. But even if you don't like all of these things too, I still like you in the summertime.

8

The words sit on the tip of my tongue-- Bubbling up from my chest and Threatening the bust open the seams of my lips. And I can't tell you how much it means to me That you're feeling the same thing too, And I get to be the stubborn one.

0

May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC

Stubborn

The words sit on the tip of my tongue-- Bubbling up from my chest and Threatening the bust open the seams of my lips. And I can't tell you how much it means to me That you're feeling the same thing too, And I get to be the stubborn one.

7

Despite the fact that he doesn't drink coffee-- he hates the way it smells-- He sits in whatever coffee shop I am, And watches me sip my coffee black. So my soul has decided that this is love, That this is truly love, And I never had a say in the matter at all.

0

May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC

Despite

Despite the fact that he doesn't drink coffee-- he hates the way it smells-- He sits in whatever coffee shop I am, And watches me sip my coffee black. So my soul has decided that this is love, That this is truly love, And I never had a say in the matter at all.

7