Alcatraz Coffee

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Humor

Laughingly, I need more
Like most walls of a prison
This thing I so desperately want is behind the bar
Slightly out of reach
being served to me by someone who knows
how badly I want it

They know I cannot leave
That I have wants
and needs
that are eating away at who I am
They know they keep the answer to my desire
and slowly torture me with coy smiles
as I wait

I am simply wanting what they have
as I move through the line
waiting patiently
one step at a time

These gaurds know they hold me captive
making me look at all these things I could want
but they know, as do I
that my deepest
darkest
most sinful desire
only makes me a prisoner

to coffee

Soul Food

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Romantic

I could feel it
Smooth, warm
caressing my fingertips
enticing me to breathe

A sweet aroma
subtle, exotic
so full of flavor I could taste it
as if my heart was salvating for one sip
I yearned for  it
like I would desire love
wanting it to touch my lips
as if it was an affair

Waiting for me to betray my hesitation
So I do

It moves me my soul with a lusting sin
fuels my heart with a illicit passion I cannot control
and for one moment
just one second
I have everything I need

One Last Cup

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Friendship

In one night
We laughed
We cried

Over one cup, then another
We dreamt of tomorrow
and shared our sorrow

After one cup, then another
We shared our dreams
and our belief in crazy things

After one cup, then another
We laughed and smiled
and realized it had been a while

After one cup, then another
We became friends, two of a kind
Simply talking, one mind

Over one cup, then another
over coffee
for you I will always have time

Coffee Lust

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant

Impatiently waiting
feverishly wanting

Such simple flavor
but such crazy desire

Devouring hunger
lusting affliction

No need can be settled
by standing in line

Wanting more
loving this passion

Just give me what I want
and leave me to delight

Forgotten Innocence

Posted by in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Spiritual

When my soul falls asleep
I falter
My world seems so quiet
as if I forgot
the rose colored flowers
the feeling of rain on my face

I yearn to find something I do not have
to discover my love of things
so small
yet so defining for who I am,
hoping to find a miracle so sweet
to remind me of what I lost

Yet I do not remember,
but I wonder
and my soul yearns for more
Searching for a moment
a brief, sudden, enlightening second
that will tell me
my innocence is not gone

Thinking of Everything

Posted by in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Daily thoughts, Spiritual

I thought I would do some creative writing and take a few moments from my past and write down some of my thoughts on them. I’m trying to convey a little feeling to how I felt. Convey a little bit about how I see things that probably don’t communicate to people when I am there in person. I guess I’m quiet that way. I think on the inside and feel it.

***********************************
Thinking of you

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. I thought to myself how odd it was that I would never see her again. I barely even knew her name yet I felt something between us. Maybe I was just being crazy. That’s what I told myself as I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. As I grasped the handle to my car door a gull flew overhead. My mind was so serene right then and there I could hear the flapping of it’s wings against the wind. I could hear my thoughts and nothing else. The children playing in the field didn’t exist for me. The cars driving by on the road were forgotten figments of my imagination. Yet I felt warm inside and smiled to myself as I sat down behind the wheel. I felt at peace with who I was.

Quiet Angst

I saw it so clearly. The curl of the lips as they slowly but surely lost the happiness they expressed. Eyes deadened from the lit jewels they were into pools of heartfelt tears never being shed. The shoulders went down and forward as the expression to be exposed faded from mind. A peaceful breathing quietly paused and was replaced by a tone of silence that felt so controlled. An entire stance told me that something within had changed.

Never quiet

I sat there with my lips pressed against one another. So many ideas swirling above the table as cups of hot coffee became cool. Puffs of laughter erupted from nearby bodies like the odd scent of the cigarettes wavering over the conversation. I could hear the breathing of people I loved nearby when I closed my eyes. I believe that they could only imagine seeing me as I stirred the sugar within my cup. That perhaps they could see the smile I had shared with so many people quietly obscuring the feelings I had inside.

Peaceful slumber

So quiet. I watched my friends as the chorus of breathing paused and changed. None of them were awake. The laughter in the room was long gone. It was simply replaced with the fading rhythm of life and peace. I thought to myself as I watched the quiet continue. The position they were in. The expressions of their bodies changing as they dreamed of places that were not here.

Cry

I couldn’t help but wonder. I couldn’t help but cut at myself inside. I was watching tears form and roll down as if they were raindrops falling from an angel. A face that I had previously seen with a smile now broken by this sadness and anger that became so physical. My hand wanted to reach out and touch those tears and brush them away but the pain from which they wept was hidden and protected so deeply. I tried to feel them. My heart tried to wrap itself around the pain. It tried so desperately to embrace the injury so painful to witness.

Good-bye

Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. A few days was not enough. I wanted more. I wanted to breathe life and share it. I wanted to express my thoughts with every moment. They would never understand that from this moment, every second I had would in some way be shared with them. They would hold a place in my life even when I was alone. A few memories from today would guide my path as I learned to live life again. I could only hope that each door that opened in my future would give me a chance to once again meet them and say hello.

Peaceful Coffee

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Friendship

For all the coffee lovers in the world. :)
Peaceful Coffee

My brain was rattled

From a day of chaos

Decisions gone wrong

Friends seeking a battle

.

I didn’t make choices

To offend them on purpose

So now I relax in my kitchen

Trying to clear my head of voices

.

I take this cup and set it aside

It’s surface inviting and oh so smooth

My heart measures the mix to match my mood

Each cup becomes something I make with pride

..

In mere moments it will warm me inside

Help me forget the words that hurt my friends

I couldn’t care to remember my choices

But this cup of coffee may help me decide

.

Decisions like these are best left to a peaceful mind

As I could never hope to be wise right now

Nor could I know how to apologize

I’ll just drink more coffee and leave this behind

.

So today, I take my coffee dark and black

Trying to make it so bitter as I revive my life

It reminds me that my life was always tasteful

Yet tells me the things that I now lack

.

I sometimes drink it fast and with worry

When I cannot slow my pace or my mind

But today I’ll drink it slow and calm

For I’m thinking of friends and don’t want to hurry

.

I’ll drink this cup with you in my thoughts

Thinking of saying my apologies for saying too much

This day will end as I sip through these subtle thoughts

This is damn good coffee- even if I feel distraught

.

This remedy has been a faithful friend

When my spirit is cold and lost

This cup of desire fills my mind

Giving me time to simply enjoy this unique blend

Lost

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Defiant, Friendship, Spiritual

Being lost within yourself is an easy thing to do. I think we’ve all been there. Wondering whether or not you can find yourself. Find something worth motivating you to find the world outside. This is an easy feeling for me to understand as I often stand aside in groups and watch. I’ve given great thought to the people who don’t consciously do the same, but are merely doing so because it is their nature. I caught myself doing it several times at my school reunion, so I thought a short phrase would do.

Lost

 

I lost my path

  My soul can’t see

    Within this place I stay adrift

      So disoriented, so astray

Hidden from life

  Invisible and irretrievable

    Kiss my heart good-bye

For I am lacking a way

  I have misplaced my map

    My thoughts obscured from view

I am off-course and I have strayed

  My spirit is waning

    Am I worth redeeming

      Should I just wander away?

Did you catch me?

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

This is specifically a poem about being caught staring at someone. Sometimes it’s obvious that you may glance across a room. While other times you lock eyes with someone who knows you were looking at them. If they are insightful, they know the truth of why you are looking.


Did you catch me


I couldn’t help it

I tried to look away

Is it my fault you are beautiful

That you have a charming smile

I couldn’t help it

I tried to look away

Is it chance you caught me gazing

That I couldn’t break my stare

I couldn’t help it

I tried to look away

Is it you who caught me glancing

That you know I suddenly care

My Friend Is Gone

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Defiant, Friendship, Regret

You never knew

How much I cherished you

I miss you today as if you were gone

My words never conveyed this feeling

The reasons why this friendship went wrong

I wish that you could hear this heartfelt reasoning

My silence was the pain that never should have been felt

Please forgive me for what I should have spoke to you each day

Forgive me my friend for we are gone now and this silence is all you knew

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