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There's this little shop in heaven
They call it Cocoa Palace
It's where God creates the world's greatest chocolates!
Idris Elba was made there
Boris Kodjo too
This is where Tyrese was double dipped
& where 2 Chainz got the juice
...
This shop is open to the public
So all the little girls (& boys) in line can have a little of chocolate too!
I've been in line a few times cause you see
A girl, like me, has an allergy
Cocoa could literally **** me
So God sends me gifts
Every now & again
To see which chocolates my body can stand
There was mocha with nuts
A beautiful cheating candy bar
There was double dipped chocolate fudge
I knew that was going too far
I shouldn't press my luck
He even sent white chocolate macadamia
But even that didn't **** with my taste buds
...
Recently I turned 21
& I knew He had something special wrapped up
He sent an import with hints from the islands
The type of chocolate ordered by queens & stolen by pirates
A special order for me
Milk chocolate dipped in honey
Drizzled with black licorice
Coated with a mouth piece
It even came with instructions
Savor slowly please
Negative reaction? Not yet
So maybe it's meant to be
Was this God's Special recipe?
....
Of course not, baby, you have an allergy .
Poem 4— Muffin
Blossom Jan 2017
One mug- earth
2 tablespoons Cocoa mix- people
1 cup boiled water- society
1 mini marshmallow- me**

1. Place the mix inside of the mug.

2. Pour the water into the mug, and mix it until the cocoa is completely dissolved.

3. Drop in the marshmallow, and continuously dunk it into the scorching hot water until it dissolves.

4. Enjoy perfection!
She wore an olive fleece
He wore a beige corduroy
She was a princess in sneakers
He was a modern man of Troy

(But their coats were merely frames
Their shirts were exactly the same)

She brought home brewed coffee
He sipped lukewarm cocoa
She was chained to yesterday
He was impatient for tomorrow

She sat on the stone slab
He laid down with arms tied
She was to the left of him
He was right beside

She took pictures of the lake
He stared into the sky
She carried a small knapsack
He held a lost goodbye

While around them,
Two lovers flirted from afar
A middle aged man sat alone
A mom and dad spoiled their kids
A group of students headed home

Yet, the two remained there
On that grassy concrete brick
Sharing a single tiny shade
Repeating the same old tune
All they did that afternoon
A moment they had played
That'll only be a memory soon
I’ll look out the window
Oh look! Its raining!
And I’ll want
To go dance in the rain
Sometimes
I’ll grow restless
And think
I need to get out!
And I’ll want
To go on a run
Sometimes
I’m cold
And I’ll think
I’m going to curl up in a big blanket,
With a book and
A cup of hot cocoa and extra marshmallows

And other times
I’ll be sad
Or in a,
I’m going to watch a sad movie
With ice cream
Mood
Just do it! Eat that ice cream!
Cry in that movie!

I’ll think

Sometimes I’ll want
To do some of these things

So I do
Sometimes
I wish I could just sit
With a cup of hot cocoa
A book in hand
Draped in blankets
And watch the pink sunset out my window

Sometimes
I wish I could just stop everything
And take a nap
Whenever I wanted

Sometimes
I wish life was far more simple
Like it used to be

Sometimes
I wish I could freeze time
Or even time travel
To fix mistakes
To tell myself - why would you do that?!

Sometimes
I wish I could fly
Free like a bird
With no worries
But the next meal

Sometimes
I just wish
I could slow down
Put things on hold
And take a break
From life
Harly Coward Nov 2014
Sitting in a little coffee shop,
Watching the leaves through the window turn a sharp red,
A bald eagle on a street sign pirched on the tippy top,
I giggle, you don't know how elegant you are my friend,

Sipping on a chestnut latte I feel the fall,
The leaves floating around me soon,
Autumn is a time for hot cocoa, marshmallows and all,
For a first kiss underneath a harvest moon,
-actually did see that eagle <3
A lost soul Aug 2014
ох как искам да си тук сега
и да пеем глупави песни с цяло гърло
в 3 сутринта
без да ни пука кого ще събудим
искам да си тук сега
и да сме по пижами в 1 на обяд
да закусваме с пуканки
как искам да си тук сега
и да се бием с възглавници
да те прегръщам
и да не те пускам
да пеем и
да крия лицето си в одеялото ти
докато гледаме страшни филми
да седим до късно
и очите ни да се затварят
ох как искам да си тук сега
да те докосна
да сплета косата ти
и да те утешавам когато
изтървеш пента кил отново
по най-глупавия възможен начин
искам да пия горещо какао
в пет сутринта на терасата
докато ти седиш до мен
и искам просто да си тук
дори и да мълчим
искам да усещам присъствието ти тук
Y.
nova Jul 2014
home is where the heart is
and my heart lies in the mountains,
with nights of hot cocoa and campfires;
with the soaring trees, bad cameras.
and in the center of it all, laughter and midnight games.
the dresses, the stars, the countless walks. . .
my heart belongs to those in the beds next to mine,
and in the eyes of him. loud songs and braided hair make me smile.
and yes, my heart is with you.
my poems never seem to make any sense, but i just really miss home. it doesn't feel like i'm at home right now.

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