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Owen Cafe Jul 2019
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.

A moment. Thats all there is.
Contemplation of memory, time, and experience.
Owen Cafe Jul 2019
Meaningful connection.

5 seconds for thought.

Don't rush.

5 seconds for thought.

Contemplate.

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.
Owen Cafe Jul 2019
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.
Carmen.
Owen Cafe Nov 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Aug 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Jan 2020
Neon ******* and spiraling chests.
Smokey vision of reflected collisions.

A sauna of bodies,
minds, and seductive jests.

Sinking to the sky,
opening my minds eye.

I've never not always,
forever seen,
absently been,
in the now that is here.

A glow from above can only show,
we are the clouds and the mist of the moon,
swaying in trance to that which we hardly know.

Because we have always been the now,
never not always seen,
consistently been,
the yesterday that is tomorrow.
"Man, last night got weird"
Owen Cafe Jul 2019
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.

Fleeting.

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.
Always.
Young man, Young Woman. Grown Man, Grown Woman.
Owen Cafe Jan 2020
You make me want to be a better person.
Not just for you, but for me.
We are worth it.
Reflective Realizations
Owen Cafe Aug 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Sep 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Apr 2023
Do you remember that time where you were late and I was nervous?

The time where you couldn’t leave it 2 days and I made a playlist “drive with summer girl”

When all we did was let our chests let us know what’s best and the world seemed to fall to the wayside like so many complications we refused at the door.

When the only thing that stopped us was the turning of the sun and the expectations of a world not set on allowing the future that is ours.

My plants have never been so well watered than the cups you left around my house, the knowing you were here, the reminder that not everything is measured.

Everything is so yes but now in a pile of maybes that make my heart quiver in the mourning of the future that never has always been.

Like so many poems at 4 AM to help you sleep, to satisfy the I love you in my soul, to hear the comfort in your voice, the “I’m crazy about you baby” in your eyes that leaves me heart and sleeve in a store just waiting for me to leave.

Sarah said “In my dreams, you spin around me so fast I wake up dizzy” It’s a shame we’re both so busy… Busy in the rooms with no seats and an I love you in every goodnight.

Sarah said, “tell me 10 things that are true”.
But I only need 1.

That one thing is you.
Charlie
Owen Cafe Sep 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Jun 2019
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.
Owen Cafe Mar 2023
It's funny when you feel like you're holding hands but you know your arms would wrap the world to do so.

When your kissing without touching lips, you feel the warmth when the only thing next to you is a memory.

It’s funny how I melt in your eyes that I can't see and run my fingers through your hair if only the resemblance of the wind that surrounds you.

It's funny that it feels so ineffably together apart.

Sometimes the together aparts just to light flame so you know it's there. Not a lighthouse or a forest fire, not a comet or a firework.

Something close. Something you hold and nurture. Something that’s right next to you, even though you can't touch it… not fully.

Like a candle and wine.

Something I can’t pull my eyes from. Something that isn’t more than it needs to be and covers me in goosebumps like the first time we kissed.

It's funny how you can fall from such a distance that you never even left your home.
The ever always ended continue
Owen Cafe Jun 2019
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 you....you'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.

And its my word for yours in a yours that is ever mine.
Do not worry young man, for what i have told, its only the prelude to the story that is only ever.

Yours.

— The End —