A Charmed Life

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“My imagination lives a charmed life.” Grace said.

The weather had started to change. The summer temperatures were lingering in the back of our minds. Grace wore a green, chunky sweater over black yoga pants. I could see the fatigue in her eyes. I don’t know if she wasn’t sleeping well or if it was just the stress. She sipped her venti Starbucks coffee. Grace had always talked about how she hated mornings, but now she was just hiding behind her sunglasses. There wasn’t much effort put into the morning. Her hair was tied back in the tiniest numb of a ponytail possible. That was all her short hair would allow.

“Have you been painting?” I asked.

“Not really, I mean, I have a little bit, but not as much as I need to be.”

“I don’t know much about art. I like your work, but mostly because I can feel your happiness in them.”

“My paintings are depressing as shit!”

“I get that. But I know you’re happiest when you’re painting.”

“I really am.” A smile broke out on her face.

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Leaning Toward Finding The Answers

Leaning toward finding the answers
Within a dimly lit cafe with a second mug
Liquid infatuation; I like it hot
Adjusting to reality; life without those hugs
Steaming & inspiring me to continue
Never thwarted in spite of being all alone
I do my best work in the forgotten shadows
A momentary chance; possible truths to be shone

Old, Wind Soaked Cafes & Streets

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Old, wind soaked cafes & streets
The walls crumbling within their age
Mold & mildew beginning to overtake
Nothing left here to properly disengage
Harsh realities of your actual life
This future isn’t how it was supposed to work
The burning makes it impossible
The world come back with a strong jerk
Vision melts into a gloomy haze
Never told it could be this way
Heart dropping with perpetual rain
Everything fades to dark & grey

Endless Hours

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Endless hours of love on café sidewalks
The world was beautiful & we were free
We were together; we were holding hands
& we were as happy as we could be
But then we were separated & deprived
The days are not so lovely & bright
I shall never let them get the better of us
For I shall spend every day in this fight
When they ask me why I can still smile
‘I know what true love is’ will be my reply
This world is weak compared to my love
Know that you are always the gleam in my eye

The Cold Metal Chairs Of A Stale Café

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The cold metal chairs of a stale café

A site for endless, inconsequential chatter

All I really wanted was a cup of coffee

Instead, I got rants of words that don’t really matter

I was wishing for something beautiful

In all those years I devoted to university

Thought to share my quality time

Read through renditions of cosmic poetry

In the end, you left me sitting alone

Without any beauty for me to gently stare

This time ended up being useless

Never anything you wanted to share