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Nov 25 · 218
Day by Day
Owen Cafe Nov 25
4 years. We did it.

4 years. I did it.

13 years. I am not what they said I was.
The result of self transformation.
Sep 29 · 66
Owen Cafe Sep 29
When I was young, I could fly.
From thought to wish to dream to the sky.
When I was becoming, I could think.
I thought I'd thought that they were thinking,
that I was simply thoughtless.
When I was discovering, I could feel.
I could feel the feelings of earth of mind of soul,
those feelings connected though fingertips and goosebumps.
When I fell, I couldn't see.
I could not see that they could see that I was blind,
the view is up when you are down.
When I was climbing, I grew strong.
Could see the bumps in the road, the connections,
the grips, the traps, the full scale of the map.

Then I saw it. Not far now.
Just another corner, my branches are full of colour and life.
I can see the flowers ready to bloom.

Spring is coming, and I am too.
Reflective appreciation of realizing the future.
Sep 6 · 85
One day at a time.
Owen Cafe Sep 6
How do you know.
How should I know.
How do they know,
and they do know.

Forward or back.
Leap or linger,
Gift or a curse.

Fear of falling.
Questions of the over analyser.
Aug 27 · 160
Do Not Be Confused
Owen Cafe Aug 27
Anger is not passion.

Passion can make you angry.
Anger can breed passion.
But do not confuse the rose from its thorns.
Do not let the horns of self gratification
confuse you for value.

Passion is as pure as a first kiss,
as powerful as an earthquake radiating from the soul.
Anger is as naive as a bullet in a gun and as weak as..
"I didnt mean to"

Do not mistake anger for passion.
Anger is not passion.
You are not anger.

You are passion.
Thoughts on social activism and arguing for the right things the wrong way.
Aug 24 · 254
Its Odd
Owen Cafe Aug 24
Its odd.
That bit where it looks like lonely
But really its just human.

That bit where "Oh you just need a girl"
But really its just a yearning to be naked.
Naked like prolonged eye contact.
Naked like not talking just being.
Naked like learning who you are.
Naked like breathing on top of
a mountain of social expectation.

Its odd.
They don't tell you about this bit.
Being Human.
Only being their human.
Thoughts on the societal expectory trajectory.
Grass roots and bare feet.
Jul 15 · 156
Owen Cafe Jul 15
Meaningful connection.

5 seconds for thought.

Don't rush.

5 seconds for thought.


5 seconds for thought.

Speak. Express. Connect from the soul.

5 seconds for thought.

We are more than words.
Overwhelmed by the colloquial nuance of society.
Speak from your core.
Passion is the foundation of human existence.
Jul 14 · 288
A Moment
Owen Cafe Jul 14
It is a second in time.

It is a blink.

It is a kiss.

It is the raised hairs on the back of my neck.

It is the water droplet hanging from the awning, bearing all the joy and grandeur of the morning sun.

It is that time I made you laugh till we both cried and grasped at our stomach.

It is the eternity I spend swimming in the resplendence of your eyes.

It is that smooth bit just next to your belly button.

It is that little scar on your chin.

It is this poem.

It is tomorrow.

It is last year.

It is you.

It is me.

It is us.
Contemplation of memory, time, and experience.
Jul 14 · 149
Golden Amber Eyes
Owen Cafe Jul 14
That little box. You know that one that we put away.
The one that’s hidden, covered in dust.
I had almost forgot what was in there.
Not for one second could the golden amber with the tiny freckle ever leave my mind.
Not for one second.
One Second.
One second imbued with the power of all time.
A firework. I think that’s a bit closer.
Radiant. Beautiful. Bright. Holding hands.


I know why I put that box away.
You know, that one holding a star lit night on a beach north of home. Holding hands.
The one with such beauty I have never before or since encountered.
The one where our lips touched.
The one where I told you..
Forever, Stupidly and completely yours.
The one where I told you.

You are my love.
Young man, Young Woman. Grown Man, Grown Woman.
Jul 14 · 152
Cumulus Dreams
Owen Cafe Jul 14
I dreamt of you.
You were so far.
I dreamt of you.
You came back.
We dreamt of us.
Fingers moving hair behind your ear.
You are my dream.
My lips. Your Skin. Our bodies.
You dreamt of me.
You are my ocean. I am your Sky.
Our dream was but a cloud.
The winds pick up, I lose my footing.
Dreams. They pass.
That moment. Forever ablaze in my mind.
I am awake.
I dream of you.
Jun 30 · 235
Wistful Reassurance
Owen Cafe Jun 30
What if I told you, young man.

What if I told you, you will be an adventurer. Not just land but mind body and soul.
What if I told you, you would be wild and un-tamed like a cloud before a storm.
What if I told you, You would be loved heard, respected, and admired in the places of absent thought.
What if I told you, your deepest dream would wrap you in perfect euphoria just to be with you.

What if I told you....that you would be hated.
What if I told you, you would get lost in the sea's of the mind and heart.
What if I told you, bridges burn faster when fueled by neglect.
What if I told you, you would hold the hearts of love in your hands and throw them to the wind.

What if I told'll be okay.
What if I told you....dont worry young man. These are not but the tears of time settling in the letters of mind.
Jun 30 · 128
The New York Times
Owen Cafe Jun 30
3 candles and a frozen margarita.
You take your time.
Though your glow could light the most distant fires.
So many words you do not speak. Just a smile with the passion of a poet on stage.
Iv yet seen such beauty the likes of you.
I think I'll keep that. Passionate music and fire playing second fiddle to the radiance that you bear in the most exquisite of ways.
The envy of an Autumn sunset.
You grace me Enamored.

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