Sands of Time

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Loss

I lost it
everything I see
the things that define me

In a second
life vanished
as quickly as my footprints in the sand

My only friend
where have your thoughts gone
was this mirage of feeling so wrong

The Cookie

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Lust, Romantic

Beyond subtle
The most allure of your presence hovered in the air
Minutes became so long
as my body yearned to consume you
to caress my lips with your incredible texture
and to fulfill this needful hunger

Fifteen minutes
seemed like forever as I waited in anticipation
Watching the clock
as my hunger fueled a hope to find you complete

But I wait
Moment by moment losing my grasp on self-control
my lust simply devouring my patience
as I find crumbs of your existence to stave off my desire

Yet I succumb
I lose myself to an insatiable madness
A ravenous corruption seeking to feast upon your body
My will no longer holds me from thoughts of sin
The need to have you here and now

Fifteen minutes
Seemed like forever
But I know, however tempting
Needing you was not worth regreting
The the tender taste of you would be delicious
and would simply define the reason you are so enticing

Phases of the Moon

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Spiritual

I was the lunatic
Merely a phase of my soul
Glistening in a light not my own
Rarely if ever, could you see me whole

I hid, as the scars of my life defined my existence
My dreams
Were simply a sliver of my imagination
Fading into the penumbra, the darkness of things around me

Losing myself in twilight that was mine to create
I stared at the stars above me, around me
Yet the brilliant warmth they shed reflected from my skin
My purpose was to dance with a partner and be the unnamed

My partner, vibrant and beautiful
I would look onto you and be amazed
My gaze would be so clear, yet sometimes blinded
I could define nothing else without you by my side

I would move closer
Yet never would you be within my reach
My spirit would revolve around your presence
Your grasp on me would lure me for enternity

As I could feel our synergy shape us
As the eb of your heart shifted with the tide
Within each motion, I spiralled out of control
Yet this partnership kept me in your pull

I cannot deny, this partnership would corrupt my faith
When my love had stole your illumination
as I blocked your grace from the heavens
and placing you in darkness turned my passion to fear

When I eclispe your brilliance with my dead gray body
I would only be reborn
as your glowing smile touched my body
and we began the dance from the first step again

Simply Better

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

If someone could simply say

I know of another,
a simple soul
who is perfect in the smallest way
and flawed in the best way

I would say to them

I know of only one
who is not a simple soul
but a brilliant one
who is not perfect in the smallest way
but in the only way that matters
and who may be flawed in the best way
but I wouldn’t know
because they are simply better than I

Lucid Dreaming

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Inquisitive, Regret

Nothing could simply be more forgiving than the damning feelings of quickly feeling that subtle want of loving taste.

 

Life pulsing slowly, saying soothing words that are simply nothing more than whispering memories of fading desire.

 

Dream now my love as I never say these words to your ear as I am but a silent glimmer in this wanting figment.

 

Here is my loss, of giving my wanting love to dreams I can never have while restlessly trying to believe.

 

Forgive me now as shallow words of soothing living are heartfelt pains of never knowing.

 

I am gone before your arms can touch these dreams of forgotten memories.

Forgetting The Rose

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

Tis not possible to define love, nor can it be forgotten.

 

Within passion and envy, it is always held cherished

 

Not within a poet’s mind does it live, merely remembered

 

For it is not within reason, yet warmly within the heart

 

It cannot be contained by phrase, only written in prose

 

Like a rose it holds beauty, yet danger to those it holds

Creative writing about a friend

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Daily thoughts, Friendship, Spiritual

I found a kindred spirit. Apparently covered in ash, merely keeping an ember burning while the wind of life attempted to wash the vibrancy of it’s flame from the world. It was quiet yet enticing. Few would have dreamt the subtle glow slowly fading into dream could again breath. Few could have realized such passion could exist in a spark of life that many didn’t even acknowledge. 

 But life, like all dreams – is something that possesses both passion and desire. The smallest of which gives us the power to find ourselves. It gives us the chance to breathe each day and explore the world as we see it. More importantly it gives us the ability to see the figments of life that were originally pieces of our dream, yet now they exist in life because of our own heartfelt desire.

 In this kindred spirit I have found such a piece of life. I see within a single ember a brilliant blazing glory, a fire that leaves my meager heart in awe, a passion for life that wants to consume everything before it. This untamed vibrancy could change the face of the world and everyone who sees it if only they took a moment to care.

 As for now, it is an ember. Covered in ash. Unnoticed by so many.

 How are so many flames left uncared for?

Conversational Razor

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Defiant, Inquisitive, Spiritual

This razor sharp against my soul

Breaking my spirit like no one knows

Can they hear the tears inside

Would they care if I confide

Cowardly testing this family of kin

Do they know I’ve lost my mind

Could they believe in how I bleed

Fearful of knowing or what I may find

Are these thoughts beneath my skin

Truthful speaking perhaps I need

An old life ended

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss

Like an old photograph
my life seems appropriately worn
The edges are still defining
even when they are torn

Like an antique cabin window
my mind seems sometimes clouded
The panes clear enough to show
even when they begin to crack

Like a quiet country road
my soul leads itself to a variety of friends
The bumps are subtle reminders of travelers of old
forgetten to past routes that whimsically end

Damaged

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

Reason for return
customer gave no declaration
Obviously item has unknown defect
appeared as mint condition in outside

Manufacturer contacted
had nothing but pride in it’s construction
Customer service examined extensively
determined it would be resold ‘as is’

Item placed on shelf
at back of store
No one willing to try something unknowingly damaged
‘as is’ means broken, but unknown how

Conclusion; sadly it was functional
Never broken
Just unwanted
and left to be alone

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