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Anxious,
It's new, it's vibrant,
It's so me!
Must have it.

Anxious,
It's cheap, it's art,
Won't fit!
Can't have it.

Anxiety born of greed,
Selfishness, social need.
Not one or two but all!
A bag, a coat, some plaid!

Obsessed beyond capability
Want all over budget,
"It's human nature!"
It's a sickness
A disease, born of riches.
Tired of wishes.

Photos, bookmarks,
Catalogues, webstores.
I am a victim.

Victim of need
Obsessive wish lists
To compensate
For a lack of attention with years
To go back.

-Kathia M. Landeros
Problem
Kennedy Taylor Dec 2014
We’ll meet again some day, once again as strangers.
We might talk for a bit,
maybe even pretend like we don’t remember what happened.
Maybe we’ll run into each other in a coffee shop,
you with your new love and me with mine.
We’ll act like old friends should,
but your familiar face won't carry familiar feelings.
To know I've been replaced is disheartening.
To think about what we once were makes me wistful.
It’s even more sombering to think of what we are now, strangers.
How is it that someone who once meant so much can become nothing more than a stranger?
Emotions are now rendered into nothing but memories.
Memories are now distorted from hopeful wishes.
Hopeful wishes are now abandoned like a coin into a wishing well.
Yet even after everything that happened,
I can’t help but hope that somewhere, somehow,
We’ll meet again some day, once again as strangers.
Sombro Dec 2014
I work in a coffee shop
For little more than sight
The sight of those who enter
At midday

Those that don't work
Their faces lined like
Maps fully filled
They come in to talk

Those that can't work
The sight of the infant in
The man who is led within
They come in to be somewhere

And those who do work
Their lines only filled a little
But I know they will be unchanging
They come in to earn a pittance

And me
I can leave
I am so unexplored, but
It's easy to imagine life ending here

In the coffee shop
allen currant Nov 2014
everywhere i look
i stare through my surroundings
in this lovely little market
with hand drawn laminated signs
and a somewhat not
miserable work force
i feel almost happy

but it is like my eyes
my eyes
have gone numb
and i wander
sample and gaze blank

i do not know what
shook me out of it
but i want
i really want to go back
to that fluorescent purity
of fair trade peace of mind
a non GMO existence
among the antioxidants
and coffee samples
and those hawaiian shirts
oh wow those hawaiian shirts

my eyes like shattered glass
refracting all this light
inside and my mind going blank
where did this goofy smile
come from?
but it's gone and
all i am left with
is the euphoria
the wonder
of missing something
Bassam A Nov 2014
No it isn't a crazy star
Nor it's very far

It's a coffee shop that I like to visit
Once a week or more

It's across the street from Starbucks
And it beats it by far

The service is crazily great
Just like the name suggests

Not one time I heard one argue
or complain about the trade

I personally know the owner
But so does everyone here

Because he is so very
generous and sincere

I really recommend his coffee
But his cappuccino is outstanding

If you ever come to Washington, DC
Remember to find this place please!!!
Nielsen Mooken Nov 2014
If there are words to be heard in this thumping
As the black turns to grey through the lighting,
If dew is drowned and white walls are tainted
As the oldest colours have all faded,
If the morning songs of the birds
Are only in our hearts to be heard,
Then teach, me morning the peace you bring!
If the beady eyed flow stream of pilgrims
If the slippers splinter and splash the water film
And brazen lights splatter the black recipient
With a hissing, oh so inconvenient,
If the keeper’s morning cigarette
And the perfume of the fresh baguette
Enlace as lovers within my nose.
If the bananas seem strangely lit,
Under the glow of white tungsten hilt
And the craving of a lazy sleep
Has laid the newspapers in such a heep.
And if radios blare the sad morning news
I do not look for the blessings of a muse,
I have found in my morning bread run.
One Tuesday morning, after another sleepless night, I went to the shop to buy bread. What I saw...
Advent Nov 2014
let's stay in a coffee shop
read a book or something
let's have a date
           wordlessly.

or we can sit on a rock
watch the sunset
have our favorite journals on our laps
          write how we feel at the moment.

―a.t.
Hi, I'm back!
Ann M Johnson Sep 2014
Shopping is more fun with a family member or friend :)
I went shopping today with my daughter and it was fun!
Maddie Sapp Aug 2014
There was this donut shop.

You took me there on one of our first dates

or whatever you want to call it.

No one has ever taken me to a late night place like that.

it is totally me.

Food.

you knew the way to my heart.

that became one of our places.

overtime we stopped going.

our love for the donut shop sort of faded

I guess our love started to fade too.

I'll never forgive myself.

for the wrongs that I have done.

and neither will you.

but that's okay.

why we thought it would be okay to meet at a place that

held such wonderful memories

to talk about

how we are not together.

to talk about my wrongs

to talk about your rights.

to talk about where we faltered.

and the last time we met,

I told you, you would be okay.

that you would find a love like ours.

and you whispered under your breath

after shaking your head,

"it only took 20 years"

We sat in silence.

and I knew

that it would never be the same ever again.

as much as you love me

as much as I love you

We both knew that it was done.

So we sat a little longer

knowing that neither of us wanted to leave

but knowing that we had too

cause it was better for the both of us.

We said our last goodbye

and held each other once more.

I turned around

door closed and you were gone.

I guess it goes full circle.

where we once loved deeply

it only felt right to end things

where they began.

the donut shop.
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