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basil Nov 2020
i take my coffee in the form of hard candy

because if i drank it
the warmth would remind me too much of you
miss you, blue eyes
Gracie Apr 2020
Slowly options are being restricted
My body tells me I just can't
I must find alternatives to my habits
And I just wish that you could understand
It may seem trivial
To mourn something so little
But its not as simple as it seems
I'm angry
I'm sad
I feel helpless
As this illness takes more away from me
Sometimes I just wish I could do things everyone else can.
Poetic T Aug 2019
I was swollen in
  the whirlpool of coffee
            
                           hangovers.

Tsunamis of headache
                                  neglects.

But when the waves of coffee beans
               collected on my shores



I trod upon them, crushed and slowly
                               roasted under repeated waves.

And then they washed over me,
                            caffeine drops falling
               like rain on my senses.

When I was drenched,
                      calmness fell upon my mind,
                     And I was myself once again.
Poetic T Apr 2019
They say there are storms in
                                            teacups.

There like a summer breeze,


compared
              to the tsunami
         of caffeine denial.
                   That floods
                    upon the shores of my

         day washing everyone away.

I need my Jave, like I need to breath..
Poetic T Apr 2019
life's ****** up
          before you have

a red bull and co-codamol

then everything has wings..

              and nothings a pain
                               its just numb,

till reality

          hits 5 minutes before bed,




Then who gives a **** till tomorrow.




                      Rise and then repeat....
Rebecca Rose Nov 2017
Early morning hours
Caffinated brains
Lazy ceiling fans
Cool Autumn rains

Clumsy stitches
Networks of skin and bone
Safe within these walls
A family, a home

Words, words, words
Tired, dark eyes
All he's ever said
*Half truth half lies

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