Poetry Thursday #31

Good morning!  I am having a hard time believing that October went by so fast – well, at least it went by fast for me anyways.  It has been only a couple of days, and already I’m hearing Christmas music playing in stores.  My store has had some Christmas items on the floor for at least week already!  Geesh, in a few years time they’ll be selling Christmas items by September at this rate.  As much as I enjoy the holiday season, to me this isn’t really the holiday season just yet, and I know that all this extended Christmas merriment will just suck the fun out of the holidays for me.  Hopefully I can keep enough holiday cheer to last me until Christmas, or I will be a total Scrooge. 

Before I forget, I wanted to let everyone know that sometime very soon I will be creating a new page that I will keep updated very frequently about upcoming posts – just to keep you guys updated about what my schedule will be and to give you all a heads up for when to come visit!  Hopefully it will be up by the end of the weekend *crosses fingers*.

As for poems, two as usual this week.  Let me know what you think!  And thanks for stopping by .

Dousing the Sunrise with Caffeine
Morning: my mug full of mocha flavoured brew,
Warm beams of sunlight; frost melts to dew.
Inhale the toasted, roasted, coffee beans;
feel the cool breeze through the open screen.
A book on my lap, slippers upon my feet,
robe loosely tied, my cat on the opposite seat.
A calming silence before the day begins to wake,
a few moments of bliss so pure I almost ache.

"Coffee" by Ewa Kotowska - check out her website!

Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed
A lifeless tone, resonating,
echoing within your ears -
the nearby street lamp shines,
sparkling with your tears.
“If you’d like to make a call
please hang up and try again” -
repeating, over and over,
caught within your brain.
You dial all the numbers,
dial all but the last.
How can you call home
after all that has passed?
Dangling lifelessly, the phone
frowns, calling you with its tone -
reminding you, that you made
the choice to be alone.

"Down Town" by Saber Hodson aka midnightreflections on Deviantart.com

Poetry Thursday #24

Hello my lovelies!  It is very dark and very rainy where I am today, but that’s all right – I’m not going to let some rain bring my mood down.  I did not get that job that I had that interview for, which was a bit of a bummer because I really wanted it, but no matter – life moves on and so will I.  So besides it being Poetry Thursday, I am spending the next few days getting my resumes ready, and mapping out where I want to go to drop off my resumes.  Busy, busy!  And besides that, I have a very large book that needs to be read…Ryan gave me the book Under the Dome by Stephen King which is rather large (a bit over 1000 pages), and I have only made a bit of a dent in it.  It’s a Stephen King book, you never know if it’ll come to life and kill you in your sleep or anything like that.  So even extra busy fighting the evil powers of a rather large book!  luckily I had already written a post for Saturday, so hurray! 

Just as a note for Saturday’s post – it’s very much an opinion piece, and I will probably say a few things that people don’t agree with it (that’s life right?), and I say clearly multiple times that it’s only my opinion.  I just wanted to give a warning, and a bit of a note that I’m not trying to start an argument, or a heated debate, and anything I find particularly offensive on my comments will probably be removed – so I’d really appreciate it if people would be civil .  Not that I think anyone in particular won’t be civil, because everyone who comments on my blog is full of awesome-sauce.   Can you tell how super paranoid I am about offending people and people getting mad at me?  Sometimes I sing ♫Why can’t we be friends♫ and rock back-and-forth on the floor…

Nah, I don’t do that, that would be just about the saddest and creepiest thing I could do. 

I apologize for my random bursts of rambly hyperness – I haven’t even had my coffee yet.  I guess I’m like my cat Cleo – when it starts raining I start acting a little off.

Anywho, I have two poems this week, so hopefully you enjoy them, let me know what you think!

Deploring Dreams
I did not notice my despair,
or my unending internal regret.
But slowly I began to become aware
of the face I could not forget.
The smile that could melt my soul -
those eyes of a sea-like hue.
And I have yet to feel as whole
as when I spent my time with you.
Perhaps with time the wounds will heal,
and all I’ve done will be redeemed;
but maybe regret is how I’ll always feel -
and I will be left within this dream.

"What If.." by Sanya Khomenko on deviantart.com

Happiness is Only Small Perfect Moments
The bustle of the coffee place,
and the gentle hum of people near;
full of people – patrons and cashiers -
my worries will slowly be erased.
I sip from my mug, my favourite brew
and listen as I close my eyes;
the atmosphere melts my disguise -
all I am, you can see right through.
I drink a roast that is dark,
but who I am is not the same.
I am content, I have no shame -
and I ignore the harsh remarks.
I am attune with my darker side,
but it does not mean I cannot smile.
You pity and worry, all the while
I am happy – more than I implied.
A simple moment that comes and goes
of pure joy – a moment just to me -
fills me with warmth you cannot see;
I feel better than you suppose.
You say you see “my pain”, that you care -
but watch me smile when I’m alone
you’ll see I’m happier than I’ve shown,
and I can work through my own despair.
When I sip this coffee – my only drink -
sitting alone in my favourite spot,
and all my worries are long forgot -
you’ll see I’m happier than you think.

"Happy Coffee " by FrannyBunny on deviantart.com

Poetry Thursday #19

Two new poems this week, huzzah!  I somehow found the time and motivation to get out off my ass and write something.  These past few weeks I have been extremely lazy, I’m thinking I should probably go find a job soon or else my couch will have a permanent perfect ass groove that only I can fill.  Anyways, hope you enjoy!     

By the way, the last poem I wrote for my friend Ryan; lets just say we both go to Second Cup on a regular basis for the same reason.  Enjoy!    

So Long, Farewell
A mistake I cannot fix,
now I sit and wait for death.
Time itself is slowing,
more moments between each breath.    

Each gasp is harder to take,
and I find I’m barely coping.
As life begins to fade I wonder
what’s the point in hoping.    

The light begins to fade,
and darkness fills my eyes.
I stutter helplessly,
trying to say my goodbyes.    

"My Last Breath" by IwaKinga on deviantart.com

 

Simply Delicious
I come here for that thing I need –
So very tall, and quite robust;
The sight of it fills me with lust.
A delicious specimen indeed.    

I come here for that thing I adore:
Coffee, served by a man so fine -
whom are just both simply divine;
I find that I come for either or.    

"Second Cup" by Dependency on deviantart.com

Poetry Thursday #11

What a long week it’s been – but I’ve been trying to write on my down time I promise!  I know I know, like two people even read this, but I have to amuse them as well as the voices in my head!  Geeze! 

I honestly have no idea why I had an outburst like that.  The heat, the lack of sleep, and the worry of carpenter ants has invaded my mind and meddled with my already tampered-with sanity.  I’m doomed. 

Alas, some poems.  In honour of one of my favourite shows being completely finished, I’ve added an older poem which is about that particular show.  Hope you like what I have posted! 

This Poem Takes Place Between Stanza 1 and Stanza 4: Dedicated to Jack Bauer
My day begins
with you on my mind.
You are everything -
perfection of mankind. 

You are stronger
than any man alive.
Logically you should be dead,
I don’t know how you’ve survived. 

I don’t care what they say,
you are 20 times better than Chuck.
At least you don’t have an ugly
gingerkid beard – man what a schmuck. 

You are man of pure sex -
built upon wit, torture skills and power.
The man I admire with all my soul
goes by the name “Jack Bauer”. 

"Small Talk With Jack Bauer" by joshthecartoonguy on deviantart.com

 

Awkward Phone Call
A pain erupts in my chest,
heartache brews beneath my breast -
my love for you I confessed;
time apart you did suggest. 

This rejection I protest -
finding that I am obsessed
with my love – this eternal quest;
punished for what I expressed. 

A lover – no; a friend at best,
now I sit alone – depressed,
finding that I cannot rest.
Feeling more and more distressed. 

"The Breakup Call" by michyy on deviantart.com

 

Over a Cup of Coffee
Sip my coffee -
calm my soul.
Finding things
to make me whole.
Try to forget
my mistakes.
I am haunted,
and I am fake.
Concentrating
on the smell -
the darkest coffee
to forget my hell.
Drink my coffee,
awake my brain -
feel the brew
within my veins.
Give me courage
to put on my face,
be my only
warm embrace.
When I’m alone
it is there,
through the smiles
and despair.
When I seek
to find whats true,
I always turn
to my special brew. 

"Over My Cup of Coffee" by devilsmile on deviantart.com

Decaf Coffee is Kind of Like Kissing Your Brother

I’m finding myself to be a bit too irritable lately, even for my usual level of irritability.  It’s probably the excessive lack of sleep that’s doing it.  For the past three weeks especially I’ve been finding that I hardly get any sleep at night anymore, maybe one to two hours at the most, and usually not consecutively.  And it’s not like I’m one of those people who complain about being tired but stayed up until three a.m. or anything – nah, I’ll try to sleep around 11pm, earlier if I’m really tired.  But I keep finding myself tossing and turning, and completely unable to turn my brain off.  I’ll wake up every half an hour, for no particular reason either.   

I almost yelled at a lady from Mr. Sub at my school today.  I literally almost had a fucking spaz on her.  And she didn’t do anything wrong either.  I went to Mr. Sub to get a coffee because the line-up at Tim Hortons was a bit too long.  I normally would have waited, but I’m supposed to be doing homework at the computer lab before I go out tonight, but my mind just won’t wake up.  Anyways, excuse the rambling, but I didn’t want to leave my shit in the computer lab unattended – not like I have anything worth stealing, but that’s not the point.  So I went to Mr. Sub.   

I order my coffee, trying to seem as pleasant as I can, and the lady apologetically says that they only have decaf left.    

And that’s when I almost spazzed.    

Ok, let me just make one thing clear, I LOVE coffee.  It’s getting pretty high up on my priority list too, it’s just that damn important.  And I love the taste of coffee, it’s got so many subtle layers; I need, love, and most importantly, appreciate, a well made cup of coffee as much as a good fuck. It’s just that fucking good.  But then there’s the business side of my appreciation for coffee – the sweet nectar from heaven.  It’s the caffeine.    

When I have gotten approximately 10 hours of sleep in the span of 7 days, I need the coffee to function.  And considering how fucking tired I am, I need a lot of it.  A lot of coffee = feeding my addiction.  So I need it twice as badly.  It doesn’t even give me energy anymore, it just keeps me from passing out in class, or at work.  It makes me a bit more tolerable.   

When I have the need, there is no excuses.  I do not want decaf.  Ever.  Decaf is an abomination to coffee.  It is like kissing your brother for fucks sakes: it’s unnatural, it’s frowned upon, and overall it’s just wrong on so many levels – and anyone who likes it is a bit fucked in the head.    

The need is starting to consume me, and I’d rather risk losing my purse and my new jacket in the computer lab than go another fucking minute without a fucking cup of coffee.  Tim Hortons may have weak coffee, but at least they have real coffee, unlike that bastardized cousin of coffee that is called decaf.   

"Coffee" by MADemoseille on deviantart.com