A poem is written about coffee
After a poet's insomniac night
Full of stained ceramic mugs
And crumpled ***** of paper
Filled with poems
They wish they didn't write
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
these nights are the nights
that I wish I had:
a cup of coffee
a view of the stars
a comfy blanket
a knitted sweater
a sleeping kitten
things that you savor
things that give live flavor
things that you live for
things that you love for
things that will whisper
in your ear to say
"today was bad,
but tomorrow will be better"
sure, I don't have
a cup of coffee
and I can't see
the stars from my window
my blanket is rough
and I don't own a sweater.
...
I'm allergic to kittens.
but I know you're out there
and one day
you'll whisper in my ear
"today was bad,
but tomorrow will be better"
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
The library smells
like ginger and coffee
and books that haven't seen the light of day since they were published
the sour scent of unopened pages
and the bittersweet commercialized coffee
diffuse throughout the building,
procrastination,
this is the smell of procrastination.
the air is swirling,
whipped along by the passers-by
its cool embrace is welcoming
gently blowing through me, onwards
cooling my mind as i brace
for the swell of tests and
tests and
tests
The coffee scent relinquishes,
as well as the task at hand,
and my dorm is calling me
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
when you have a heavy feeling inside your body
but you can't tell anyone
because they wouldn't understand
how heavy it is
and how you just don't know
and they would worry
but it's not like you're dying
it's like you're living too much
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
cloud of dark
skies, where
the hollows
of the night
unwind
their
flowing
streams,
boy, you
make me feel
alive,
i am your
dream,
unravel
the stars at
my feet,
push me
against a wall,
burn into me
like mist.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sometimes I just need a break
A break from this crazy life
Wanting to go to somewhere peaceful
With nature all around
Instead of flashy city lights.
Is that too much to ask for?
With all that’s going on,
Each day gets overwhelming and frustrating.
Told to do things I'm not interested in
Yet I still do it for them.
Wherever I go,
All eyes are on me.
Always expected to do my best
Even when sometimes I can’t.
I always ask for forgiveness
And think I’m never good enough.
With all that’s going on,
All I need is just a break.
A break from this crazy life
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
It feels like
there is a volcano
rupturing inside of me.
I can feel it in my chest
I feel it throughout
my veins
and if you ever see this,
look at it as if
it is a message
in a bottle at
the bottom of the sea
that reads
"come find me."
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
I can not see,
For I am blind.
I can not live,
For I left my body behind.
I can love,
For my soul is always inside.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Bundled up in my big blue blanket,
Holding my heavenly hot cocoa,
Simmering as I'm sipping,
Nibbling on my noodles,
I gaze out the window,
Rain, rain, rain,
Grey clouds canvassing the sky,
Water falling creating rivers in the street,
The only thing I vow to accomplish today at all
Is finish season seven of Supernatural.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC