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The universe spins and swirls.
Mixing dreams both light and dark.
My ship's hull darts through
Molten caffeine.
I sail in search of the constellation
Closest to your lips.
Like a myth the coffee's steam rises.
Mounds of sugar crystal urchins
scrape the bottom of my ship.
Some frozen in place.
The horror of old wives tales I've heard.
The center of the cup hotter than hot.
Stories of no survivors.
Circling and spiraling in the center
Of a ceramic mug.
I can no longer tell how high the steam
Rises.
I now see that the stories are true.

Through the lens of my telescope.
I see it.
The nebula of your face.
It won't be long now.
Steadfast.
The curve of your lips.
I am now one with the universe!
Anais Vionet May 3
I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?

I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.

In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
.
.

Down In the Seine by The Style Council
I Want You Back by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Make a Rainbow by Benny Sings
Let Her Go Into The Darkness by Johnathan Richman
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Assail:  to challenge, overwhelm, attack or confront
Kimberly Jan 2022
You're like a coffee
Uncertainty
Sometimes sweet and bitter
Taking me higher

A strong scent
That rest and resent
Stimulating; Addicting
In my head: clinging
Payton Hayes Mar 2021
Resurrected, I arose
for mornings thick with lust
and love and caffeine and naked kisses
And again, when night came
I did too, and fell sweetly, sinfully  
prey to the small death
ushered in with a grand symphony
of your name
This poem was written in 2020.
I drink Redbull for dissociation,
Trying to caffeinate my desperation,
As if I could vibrate into the 4th dimension
To find myself again.
Sammi Yamashiro Sep 2020
Caffeine.
Nearing addict
status; once spurned pure black
but now it’s my composition.
Jitters

my thoughts;
next round is scotch:
Next, I’m alcoholic.
Yet, withdrawal never latches.
I’m safe.
Two Cinquains. Describes how I overindulge in coffee (I once couldn't stand the taste of black coffee and now I can't get enough of it) and I fear that alcohol will do the same to me (I don't like the taste of it but maybe I'll love it too much like I do coffee). Yet, even with coffee, I can drink heavy amounts of it for days and be completely fine (not experience withdrawal symptoms).
So with my anxious thoughts, they seem like they will stick with me forever but in the end, I'll be fine.
Nolan Willett Aug 2020
It’s hard to be here
And to be sincere
When you run on caffeine
And fear
But it’s easy to be coarse
To stay indoors
When you see the whole world through
The filter of remorse
Violet Stage Aug 2020
Caffeinate
Try not to hate
Only create
once-Devastated
And now mediated
Sealed and fated
Better off
Getting off
The lights down low
See nice and slow
But she said no
So on we go
The daily grind
Chewing up my mind
12 hr days
But getting paid
No sleep in sight
I put up a fight
Stretched to the limit
Now you swimmin in it
Tapped line straight to Feds
Closin in and now I'm seein red
closing in, and yeah
They closing in
Mind alert
Goin berzerk
Hurry up it'll be too late
Go ahead and Fill up my plate
Over flow
The lights down low
They'll never know
Down we go

You in too deep
Too late for sleep and so we
Caffeinate.. And yeah we caffeinate
-elixir- Aug 2020
The early dose of caffeine
dons the costume of
fuel amidst the sleepy
blues of oblivion.
As I huddle up
in the balcony
to observe the rain
wash away the nights'
miseries away and shine
the light on my soul and the
dreams that remain a mystery.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍
𝑨 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝑴𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒆

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑴𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅
𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑨 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚
𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚
𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆
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