#blackcoffee
Early morning,
fog hugging the earth,
Coffee in my hands,
warmth in my soul.
A simple blessing,
A calm moment.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
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.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
If I had a pen,
On a thin sheet of paper, I would write how the way
Your collarbone curvatures.
I will write about you endlessly.
Until the palms of my hands begin to bleed,
And my entire skeleton will start to ache.
It’ll be a reminder to me that I should have
tried harder to make you stay.
I should have known, that you preferred bitter black coffee
Rather than tea.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I am swimming in a cup
Still warm but time is running up
The lid goes shut
The lights are off
I squeeze my knees
So I can fit
I am powder in a box
Next to Benjamin stuffed socks
Open the lid
Take me all in
Exhale, inhale
Now I'm inside
I am poison in a pool
You may drink; I'm always full
Go for a swim
Come take a dive
You drain your brain
To get me out
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
I sip you slow
morning, noon, and night.
Sugar and creamer take away
from how sharp you sting my lips.
The way I am easily lost in you.
You settle me, keeping me alert,
even in the moments
I’d rather do other things
or when I’m too lazy to get up.
Regardless of where I am,
you taste like home.
My throat and body
stained in your brand.
Even when I’ve had my fill,
when I see you, I am thirsty.
I hope you understand
that you’re not made for anyone’s
approval, not even mine.
You’re rough around the edges,
even bitter at times,
but these are reasons I love you more.
You’re completely yourself.
Their faces are too neat
for you anyway.
When I taste you,
I realize this is real,
and that this is mine.
When I taste you,
I taste you like you were brewed
just for me
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 6:45 PM UTC
Hanging out in my room, I'm alone and I'm naked
Sitting, wondering why you and I didn't make it
Every man in my life ends up being a fake kid
I've got a dark demon and never will shake it
Clicking poems out now slurping down some black coffee
Thinking I'll really do it, and nobody can't stop me
If they wanted me here, why did all of them drop me?
I'm salty and sweet, so you choked me with toffee
My abandonment itch is so easily triggered
With no dad and no brothers, my heart grew disfigured
Sweetest strawberry patch in all of the vineyard
Every vintner passed by never even considered
I love myself, know myself, truly am learning
This caustic behavior toward me is burning
I see stars when he mars battlescars I am earning
I am left bent and selfless, possessed by the yearning
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC