Scrunchies around ponytails are the highest point at this coffee shop
The girls at the corner table wrap their cold little hands around a mug of hot cocoa on this first cold evening of the year
Pride posters takeover the sitting room as they admire the study of physics and the eccentric daily looks of their classmates
They speak so wisely,
With each girl bringing her own charming yet cussing tongue
They take breaks from studying to go on to talk about feminism and the need to feel ******* beautiful in jeans that might be a little too small for them
The walls are lucidly turning a boyish pink as their resilient words riddle the coffee shop’s still atmosphere
These girls are the rebels of the quiet night,
Scented of incense and mango vapour, maybe with a hint of roll on rose perfume,
They are completely unbothered.
Unfazed to the sight of anything that can remotely ruin this good time
These girls are not one to be influenced by the filth of social media ads and rude stares as they walk amongst this uniformed society
They root for one another and cheer each other on as they play jokes and make little fools of themselves, all eyes are on them and they don’t even care.
Winged eyeliner and cherry chapstick,
The youth I know is alive and well...
for I am gratefully sitting next to them at this once quiet coffee shop
this is what makes us girls
I hold you up so high, it’s like you could grasps the spangled stars that are in mere reach of you;
and I wonder why sometimes,
for I too deserve this divine view
when there is no balance, i'm better off on my own
It’s near midnight
and all the street lights are out
The night has finally settled in
But more importantly,
It’s time to punch out
The restaurant worker lights his cigarette
as he heads out the door,
he makes his way in a greased stained shirt and broken boots,
still dripping in sweat from a long day’s
He starts reminiscing in the reflection of the city lights within the rain puddles
as he inhales the cold night breeze,
admiring this temporary tranquility that will be soon be forgotten when the sun rises once again
But right now in this moment,
he has his sights set on a heck of a lucky night
Forget those ***** dishes and cold fries left out on the counter,
“The night’s mine, and I just want to play some ******* poker”
A shimmer in your marble eyes when the light is just right,
a lucent sparkle that will stay with me;
forever, it will stay like a diamond lost in the deepest of seas
A visable beam of light,
gleaming through the darkest of clouds and down into the bay
A beautiful sight ahead of us,
A moon so large, I can draw the happiest face
All I can do is inhale the cold breeze and smile at the sky
Then I softy say,
I am truly thankful for this feeling,
as the sky is my only ceiling
And in this moment,
I am more than just alive
In solitude, is where I long to be.
Away from muffled voices and gossip stained lips
I’d rather go crazy,
driven by my own irrational thoughts than be forced to put a smile on my powdered disguised face.
I want to be countless of miles away,
far, far away.
Free to be me is where I truly long to be.
You may leave me,
For thee drains me of the little energy I wake to.
So come and go as you please.
Then eventually leave me,
and let me freely be.
Don’t grow old she said,
“keep your muscles tight and your figure small”
“..and have a little fun with the boys”
You see, your back will curve like the windy seaside road of Route One,
and your skin will fall,
fall straight down to the depths of lost and unremarkable time.
But worst of all, your mind will play *****,
it will make you question everything you once knew so well,
it becomes your worst enemy.
Yet, you ironically don’t want it to slip away any further.
“Stay young, darling...” she said,
“..time is your own illusion, so pretend as if it is never there.”
— The End —