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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.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:09 AM UTC
You want stars? Make them tin foil. Gold & Empty .child clapping at a puppet show.
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
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Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
*** IM GONNA CRY
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
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
Starbucks corp
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)
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
| A Moment In Time (Originally penned on Thursday, February 20th, 2025 )|
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
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Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
So, Tis December and My Head Hurts
...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
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC
No. "Red Cup Day" Is Next Week
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
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC
Will I Fore'er Remain Confused?
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
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Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
The Bux
Starbucks generation Stand in line Heads down Don’t make a sound Get your venti iced whatever
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
Starbucks Generation
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
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Shall I Quip "My Cup--" Tears Spill Oer
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!
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Sonnet To Morning Coffee
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.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
The Lady in Black
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
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
the swing of things
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
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Rummage And Cream
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.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Starbucks
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
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
coffee shops
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.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
Half/Shot of Depression
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
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
Friends, Ya, And So Much More Now, Too
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.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Life is Beautiful
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
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Be$t Tip$ Thi$ $tarbucks Ha$ $een $ince Alpha
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.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Coffee
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.
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