"analize" poems
coffee house is a place where you doubtlessly see all the people being swept away in an invisible connection you can not see--sometimes, there are also some people who get caught in discussion and stuck by diffusion. the coffee that you drink often converts you its energy to analize your life's difficult problematics.
coffee house is a place where you will genuinely feel sane if you see some people reading their own scripts or feel well-earned if you witness the self-interested people--where they hear their own tunes just for themselves, where they do not want to give you the same opportunity for joining them in thrilling your cochlear, even through the air filled with whiff of vapour. vapour which doesn't comprise the fumes of nicotine, but there is just a little amount of caffeine in its womb. however, vapour is vapour. it has its ability to serve you an effect to crave which oftenly makes yourself lose its excuse to refuse.
coffee house, is a place for the people who are looking for identities. coffee house is made for the people who keep analizing the layer by layer of their lives, for the ones who keep hunting the nucleus of your providence's atom, for the people who keep ripping apart their particles. not dalton, neither rutherford, nor thomson, not even bohr, as the ones who might be able to serve you a soup of theory which if you eat it, you might be enlightened and your life might suddenly be well explained. the chaos of your life can not simply be explained that way.
coffee house is a place where you will find the lonely people whose lives will always be tossed around, the people who keep glorifying the fumes of caffeine that can hit you back to the point where you can be boiled by new hopes. and it remains that way all the time.
coffee house is a place for them who are hurt and diseased, but feel like hospitals are not the right house to canalize their moans. precisely, they will find their house here.
in a coffee house, you will learn to be yourself, and you will never find the lesson at all schools.
in a coffee house, you learn how to admit your predestination as the Audience of Lives.
coffee house is a place where you will always find your own cinema seat.
Stefan Sagala,
February 4th 2017.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
What it feels like to od
Your mind is screaming, fingers fumbling
You poor down the pills
Throat burning, but all you can think about is pooring down more
***** covers your body
Everything shaking, spinning, darking
You lose focus on everything but the white, red, and blue pills
almost patriotic
The ***** dosen't stop
you try to keep it down, but it burns it way up and out
Soon whole pills come up
this just makes you more determined to swallow more
You just want it to end, no matter the pain
Hearing gunshots out your window, wishing it was you
Layng there, weak, covered in your own *****
then suddenly dog barking EMTs running through the house shining a Flash light in your face,
Screaming "what did you take!"
blank stare, mind too foggy
again "what did you take!"
mind reeling, stomach lurching, vomiting
screaming again
"*Into the bag. ***** into to the bag, we need to analize it*"
****** into and amulance
you're too young, you're too young, you're too...
black out
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
Is love a real feeling?
Is it forever ?
No ,
So what is it?
How can two people who were together to part one day.
How can you forget the person who made you feel unique,
The person whom you would die for,
You would cry for,
You would stay up all night,
You would think of all day long,
Is it really so easy,
Bidding farewell?
No answer applies.
Noone can say what is happening in this situation.
Who could give a clear answer,
Who would dare to analize this mystery,
Only a lover,
Only someone who really wants to know.
But these questions don't matter
Because in the end there is only one question to be answered and this is ,
as Tom Robbins said :
"Who knows how to make love stay?"
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
I read the book,
I wrote the notes and I interpreted.
I came in to school,
and the teacher told me wrong.
I my interpretation was totally off,
even though I had resonable proof for my assumptions.
I just don't see, what others see,
Ya know?
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
I'm lonely... I'm lonely in a world full of people
I'm watching the grey sky outside
I need to get out, to be sourrounded by people, to feel less lonely
I'm intreoverted but I need people
I want to drink a beer in a bar full of people, to study them, to be able to see every line in their face, to analize their clothes, to imagine things and scenarios about them, to make them be a part of my own world. strangers are my family, my friends, my lovers.
I don't want anybody to talk to me, I want to listen to the voices in my head and hear their thoughts
They would say: that man can't be your lover, he's waiting for his girlfriend, that girl can't be your girlfriend, you wouldn't like her perfume, taht woman has too big hands to caress you...
and at the end of the night I return to my bed still lonely wondering if there would be a time when I won't be... lonely
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC