Betrayed by These Naked Branches

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Betrayed by these naked branches
Another season removed from the rest
Their cold, lifeless exoskeletons
Abandoned; never nestled to her breast
Shivering, trying to brew more coffee
But there’ll soon be Spring flowers
Hope dangling out on a dream
Praying for the remedy of the sun’s powers

Stalking Campus Coffee Shops 

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Stalking campus coffee shops

Finding those of intellectual pursuits

The good smells of stimulation

& these lonely ladies in pantsuits

But I’ll settle in beside them

Thinking of proper words to recite

Turning mistrust into lust

Dangling soft words for them to bite

Just Keep Pouring Me The Coffee

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Just keep pouring me the coffee. I’ll need it to keep warm. The air conditioning is over the top. I can’t handle it. The nights are long and they keep getting longer. I don’t feel the loneliness as much as I used to. But then again, I don’t feel much anymore. I’ve closed myself off from everyone and everything. You cannot save my soul, so please stop trying. I know I’m broken. I’ll probably never get over it. But that’s just the way life is going to be. People swarm around me, but I can’t feel anything towards them. I want to feel something again. I see those young ladies walking around in those short skirts. Yes, I’d like to do dirty things with them, but my tainted soul is no longer for sale.

Starting The Process Of Feeling Human

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Starting the process of feeling human
But this is merely my first cup
I’m going to need a couple more
Before my mind will finally wake up
I stretch & hear pops & creaks
My body won’t keep up with my thoughts
But my heart will always beat for you
For this love resides when the coffee’s no longer hot

The Best Coffee Ever.

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“No, you have to pour more in.”
“This is okay. You don’t want to use too much.”
“The color is off.”
“I’m getting there.”
“Okay, I think it is time to stir.”
“Yeah, I think so.”

The elves were perched upon his old coffee mug. Together they were stirring the creamer in with all their collective strength. Their small hands gripping the wooden spoon, careful not to fall into the steaming liquid concoction below.

“What do you think?”
“It looks good.”
“Yeah, that looks to be the right combination.”
“We better go.”
“Yeah, he’ll be up soon.”

The man walked into his dimly lit kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His glasses were propped up over his brow. He stood in the doorway, clothed in his usual plaid pajama pants & v-neck undershirt. Every morning was the same. He came into the kitchen & mindlessly pressed the button on the coffeemaker. Then he watched the precious coffee fall into the pot, always anxious for the first cup.

His coffee was waiting for him. Confusion swept over him. He always had to make his own coffee. His knew his wife & children were still asleep. It would be a few hours before he had any company, even the dog remained curled up. He slowly walked in to investigate. It had the perfect coloring. He timidly touched the side of the cup. It was hot.

Within his peripheral, he noticed movement out on the back lawn. When he looked out there, he saw nothing. The man unlocked the door & stepped out into the calm morning air. He smiled & shook his head. He went back inside & enjoyed the best cup of coffee he ever had.

The End.

or

When he stepped outside, the man noticed tiny footprints. There were a few blades of grass that were trampled just so. He noticed a slight iridescent glow to those peculiar blades. The footprints went across the lawn into his wife’s rose bushes. The man smiled. He hadn’t thought about them since he was a child.

The End.

*previously posted

Piecing Life Back Together

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Piecing life back together
Now that the winds no longer blow
We escaped the wilderness & the dark
How lucky, we shall never know
But the rooster still crows in the morning
Time for work, the Taxman still wants his share
No time to enjoy that cup of coffee
Emerging from the storm into a new nightmare

Life Cycles, Fell Through Like Seasons

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Life cycles, fell through like seasons
Discoloration of our functioning thoughts
I’ll need another mug if I’m to wake
Your gasconade’s ineffective once it’s not hot
This swirling life leaving you dizzy & dull
What will you do when it’s your turn to deal
Entering periods of inspirational drought
But all you ever had to be was real

By The Dim Light Of Morning

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By the dim light of morning
The world awakens around me
Slowly shaking off its slumber
& I need another cup of coffee
Love won’t dismantle hate
But surely can’t make it any worse
A passion brighter than sunshine
I’ll don wayfarers & write another verse

Always Keep Pixie Dust To Escape

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Always keep Pixie Dust to escape
Will you recognize the triumph when they arise
A need to inspire our own hearts & fragile souls
Bookshelves littered with secrets; don’t divert your eyes
The words are our best hope when you are scared
I am my own muse; another coffee so I can think
Don’t give in to their fears & endless hate
For life is short, we need to love more; don’t blink