#starbucks
The war of words. Mine versus Yours … for sparkles NOW ?
Why do you even read if all you want to do is hear yourself?
You need someone else to tell you what to think and feel.
Try and find some deeper meaning
that someone else has figured out for you ?
, that you could staple onto your own meaningless unfulfilled excuse for a life.
Or worse yet,
quote me
as you
trying to pass yourself off as brilliant.
What, did you spend 15 minutes of one day thinking
that art was supposed to be or do
for you?
Are you one of those coddled little ***** sycophants?
Whose mommy never stopped providing a V chip safe space for?
Have you spent your whole life never being challenged?
Moping around, pilled up and complaining about being offended
from one participation trophy to another…
( no I’m not a Republican, Karen )
Did you think that life was all supposed to be roses are red violets are blue?
That I'm here to enlighten or entertain you ?
to feed you dopamine?
Another pat on the head.
This isn't tick tock
At least not yet ,
Elliot was a hero for years
but now
I have to swipe right
like and subscribe
for what ? Sparkles ? Am I 10 ?
Stars ?
Too bad you couldn’t make them tin foil and gold
right ?
Wow… reduce my art to a shallow popularity beg
SHAME.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:09 AM UTC
guys gen gonna sob and not for some like reason you'd expect CAUSE I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED STARBUCKS if you dunno Im like addicted to starbucks you kinda dunno me at all BC OML IM LITERALLY ON THE MENU RN SOBBING LOOKING AT ALL THE STUFF also no I'm not like some blonde preppy NO can a girl js like a **** place with sugary coffee sobs
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
Starbucks corp
Andrew at mills Rd in Ventura
Fills the cup with hot water
No cream is out
Ask for cream get a labor law policy argument to the death
Wont allow free speech or free expression
Non profit violation
Of constitutional laws
What lobby limit did we exceed in Congress welfare?
And what waters are we tied up in team starbucks?
Let's ask Los Angeles
#starbucks #mayorofla #aoc #cagovernor
And new York
And the Washington Post
Rsa announcements
Enforced poverty policy?
Don't be shy on the Google campus
Chalkboard girl poems
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
Rays of Sun baptismal,/
Glisten upon my /
Sol- Dazed epidermis /
As I /
Waft in throes /
Of Beauteous romance & /
Wax hypnotized by /
The sweet nothings of my/
Desiderata Materialista Transcendentalista. /
Resting in the algid embrace of /
The Hiemal Winds /
Atop my /
Voluptuary Ivory Tower, /
In this cup I, I savor the flavor, /
Of ambrosia stimulanté: /
—Rousing me with each sip, /
Of sweet deific nectar, /
Starbucks Pike Place with White Chocolate Mocha Creamer. /
The former barista in me, /
Waxes & wanes in waves; moreover /
The past is derelict, /
The future is nigh, /
The present is luminous /
As I /
Wonder Upon /
The seasons, the distance, the space, and the time,/
That separates me from mi amour, ~ a moment in time. /
(—Se’ lah)
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
Tis hereditary, I assure ye; the only question is whether the series of strokes which very nearly took Mum 8 years too early were from the aspirin she took for hers whereas she trained me to avoid drugs of any sort except Daddy taught me to love black tea and coffee.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMMX)
Frost twinkles in morn's golden eye, a sense
Of hope awak'ning in that keen detail,
Where soft blue heavns sport white fluffs gone on sail
Without a care, if only. How from hence
A headache nags like tis passé as thence
Is't true?! I drank a bunch of coffee, frail
As rarely drinking joe, like that'd avail,
Yet nothing seems to own, is it defense?
My colleague has twa plastic cups in tour
Frae Starbucks, so I tell him of stars to
Be gained in rather using your ain fer
Aught drink; tell him of "red cup day" next too,
Til by the time we'd part he'd quite concur.
Night watches as I leave. LORD, I need You.
03Dec24
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
...I asked when I ordered.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXVII)
Geese wander in the wheelchair parking, hale
Late morning golden with a teasing sense
Of yonder, where now Starbucks' menu's dense
With all our fav'rites: peppermint's detail
What I've missed since last Winter, like t'avail
Me signifies the weather I feared? Whence?
If I'm bewildered, Thou, LORD, art defense
Enow. The day off I'd requested...bail?
Is't either work yourself to death as t'were
By hours both day and night, or scramble to
Make ends meet cuz you've time to rest up, poor
As need for some recov'ry?! What'd I do?!
Behold, LORD, my confusion. Oh, bestir
Thy mercies as of old. Save me, won't You?
07Nov24a
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC
Starbucks latest stardash for yours truly, beginning of supposed summer [however summer began May 1st], demanding I make a purchase BEFORE 11AM, when my café wasn't open until 5am and I needed to be half an hour away on the clock by 5am, forced me to head in even earlier, stopping at a café by work which had only just opened for the day at 4:30am, and when I ordered an espresso, they said they'd accidentally prepared eggbites--did I want those for free with my espresso? What a treat!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCLVII)
Mist's hazy essence likeas ghosts whose pale
Forms hulk and hunker down like sent'nals thence
In silence watching aught which pass fr'intents,
Detail morn even yet, as if to scale
Half loth to vacate, ling'ring in the hale
Eye of a Friday heat upon the dense
Yet distant massy trees the valley's sense
Of hidden joys boasts, as birds sweetly hail.
The kale and 'shroom bites fragrant,want as t'were
Bread with th'espresso, or else cream t'undo
Its sharpness, and if romance flirts in tour
Within mists' note, shall I say that all woo?
My elbows swelled as if that's normal, stir
Thyself to save us, LORD, for we need You.
21.Jun.24b
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC
Being a partner
Means you're just
Making coffee
You start to
Realize that
It's just work;
An opportunity
"To do"
You're not learning
You're just
Doing something
Then it starts
To mean you're
Not getting by
You're "going"
And it's just a job
Your fellow partners
Aren't just colleagues
They're a company
And you're just
An employee
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
Starbucks generation
Stand in line
Heads down
Don’t make a sound
Get your venti iced whatever
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
And now, ....
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCX)
As if twere not enough that for intents
This valentines Dad gave me Starbucks' scale
Of romance: cherry mocha to avail
Where I'd not dreamed of aught, how blue skies fence
These minutes I warm soup with pink for sense
Light golden with an eye late April's hale
Last hours know as I set the table, frail
Sweet gloaming when we should dine, like what hence?
I don't konw. Caught in memries as it were,
Three years ere was it? Febry's cold as due,
And Valentines Day only halfway through,
Yet I feel in my bones that May'd bestir,
Ere violets have a chance to shift in tour
Mats of dead leaves, for what is't that'd um, woo?
14Feb19b
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
It’s taking too long to drink my coffee.
It greeted me with a piping hot smile
That relaxed me, now it’s lukewarm to me.
To bring back steam, I’ll nuke it for a while.
My eyes were too big for my morning roast.
It calmed so soon, I drank it too slow.
“A venti, please!” I told Starbucks to boast,
It grew cold as I got into my flow.
I’m certain this is what Starbucks intends,
A fine metaphor if ever there were.
All this caffeine on which life so depends,
An excess we all self-administer.
Tomorrow another twenty ounce cup,
Burnt mouth to more quickly go bottom’s up!
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Conversations overlapping.
Suitcase wheels rolling.
Babies sobbing.
Mothers calling.
Headphones blaring.
People scurrying.
PA system whispering.
Starbucks bustling.
Airplanes taking off and landing.
And in the middle of everything,
The lady in black.
Sitting motionless, hands grasping her
Black umbrella, her sleek black dress
Accentuating her young body,
And whilst a black veil covers her face,
Her tears shine through, reflecting
From the bright lights of the airport.
When you look closer,
Her slim body trembles with concealed sobs,
And her calm facade is broken
With closer inspection,
Broken inside from something undetectable from the outside.
The lady in black.
We have all been her.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
two men
outside a starbucks
chainsmoking through
a saturday lunch
the sun is up
melting the snow at my feet
i wait for a bus that never comes
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
We celebrated on a ship abroad in a coffee shop.
We took our order to go, the view of the street clear.
The people smiled and adored their conversation.
A debate of what to try.
What to order.
This delicious smell.
Brewed dark, served light.
Foam covered lips.
A slited cap to release steam.
And here we are merely afloat.
We blend into the flavor.
I don't think I'll find a place as great.
An iceberg has sunken our ship.
Stirred around until all has dissolved.
This sailboat of ours coming to an end.
Crashing against our lips.
Directly against our tastebuds.
With us the remains of sweet rummage and cream
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
I pull up to the drive-in
My least favorite coffee shop
Nope, decide to park my car
Get out, forget to lock
Packed to the brim,
This pit looks grim
But I do need my coffee
They might as well
Open a hotel
And have a giant lobby
I wait in line 'till half past nine
No one has time for this
Only the hopeless addicts
And my name is on the list
I order a lot of latte,
But I am not prepared
Too sweet to eat, and much less drink
Four bucks? You think it's fair?
Between the screams of sugar
My tongue complains of ash
All I want is roasted beans
Not burnt. Too much to ask?
I feel cheated, chug it down
And throw away my cup
Off to work, and with a frown,
In traffic, I am stuck
Of course I talk, and I complain,
And chip, and gripe, and whine
But tomorrow I'll be here again
The same thing every time.
Einstein defines stupidity
Actions of repetition.
Again into infinity,
And this is my condition.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
i bring my notebook
into the coffee shop
writing down my
thoughts for the day
sipping on a frappe
i let my pen lead the way
writing and writing
about anything and everything
sitting in a coffee shop
with various voices
alternative music
all around me
meeting new people
focusing on my thoughts
letting the coffee fill my veins
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
We Carry Depression,
Depression Carries us,
A Daily Battle is almost always Fought,
For some, almost always lost.
The trick, if there is one, almost always is,
To Keep battling minute to minute.
One moment you may walk through
A door, feeling lower than low.
But the next thing you know...
A sudden change so small you wouldn't notice, renders your woes mute.
All you have to do is hang in there,
Fight Minute to Minute.
Drinking a cup of Starbucks Helps Too.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
You know, this journal does not even contain half of what we know. I hope we never forget.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLV)
Now, while cicadas drone 'neath blue skies' pale
Glance, or to deeper shades of that, what hence?
Remember Starbucks' "Friends Day" for intents,
The prompt last night, as yesterday's detail:
We rode the bike path 'gain whose wildflowrs hail
As wont in clover's pink, and yellows thence
With brown eyes, thistles' purple, grasses dense
On either side, while goldfinch laughed t'avail.
I'd hated these auld trails we knew, as poor
Since Mum's death, but now I belong to you,
Oh! all's sae sweet like ne'er before as twere.
My car'mel fru-fru drink was tasty too:
Cuz I am yours. That means I can't write fer
All that cuz evry minute's yours who woo.
08Aug17
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
Life is not a garden of fragrant flowers,
Life is a chef's kitchen;
Some things get burnt,
Some are frozen,
In the end, it all tastes well.
Life is not a cycle ride down a smooth road,
Life is a bumpy journey uphill;
There are sharp, blind turns
Plus an upward slope,
But the view is magnificent.
Life is not a perfect picture captured by a DSLR,
Life is a photograph shot with a 1.3 megapixel camera;
With no editing allowed,
The sky looks blurred through it,
When actually it is clear.
Life is not a cup of Starbucks coffee,
Life is a glass of Coke;
It is cold,
Addictive at times,
Mostly, fizzy and sparkling.
Life is not-
Seeing the glass half full.
Just appreciating as is;
Simply, beautiful.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Working front register at Starbucks
you ask a little boy in green
if he likes Minecraft
What the coolest thing
he ever built was
then watch
As his family
and the whole line behind them
gasp, fall silent
stare at you
with standing ovation eyes
as he lights right up
to tell you all about it
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
A Grande Iced coffee sweetened with whole milk always
supplied Trey, the Zombie, with energy. On a bright yellow morning
Trey sat down on a canvass deck chair outside of Starbucks.
He puffed on his e-cigarette. Then he took a sip from his plastic cup.
And as he tasted the refreshing creamy coffee, he remembered
what it was like to be a human being. Before the infection decimated
the world’s population of men, women, and children, everybody
was killing each other with double barreled shotguns, sleeping
with their best friend’s girlfriend to prove that they were not
in love with their best friend, forcing girls and women of all
ages into cramped basements leaving them with a bowl of
white rice and a cup of water, telling them that they had to sleep
with strange men who lived in America and other countries polluted
with lust and desire, or else they would get sent to the bottom
of a swamp where the Alligators roamed the muddy shores in
search of flesh. Trey remembered that he had been a college student
living at home, working as a tennis instructor part time at the
rec center down the street from where he resided at.
This little girl Amy bit him on the ankle. It was the first time
he had taught her how to hit a topspin serve with such
velocity that the tennis ball would bounce off the service box
and rise over the chain-linked fence, where the zombies were, crawling
over and up onto the hard courts. As Trey drank his iced coffee
he realized that life was more pleasant now. People didn’t shoot each
other anymore. Closeted gays and lesbians didn’t sleep with their best friend’s boyfriends and girlfriends just to prove that they were heterosexuals. And wicked men with shaggy hair and yellow teeth didn’t buy young girls and women from cramped basements and **** them because they had the money and the motivation to follow their lustful desires. No. None of this happened anymore. Now that the Zombies had taken over. Everybody just went to Starbucks, and drank iced coffees sweetened with milk.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC