Coffee Shop Sessions

Author: kimraypoet

Meet Me By The Shore

A sequel to Walking Down To The Lake There she is, a former glow that once filled a room the moment she granted it with her presence, a memory of what used to be. The frigid air blowing through the trees on this winter night reminds us that the warmth we used to know left us…
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Rising Waters

soft rolling waves lap the shoreline,suddenly crash rapidly upon you. such tenderness used to comfort, now makes you recoil deeper. from all that you managed to bear and remain to endure, still you dig deep into the sand to push it away. recoil into yourself. a shift in the tide was not part of the…
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Distorted Reality is a Necessity

Do you really know anyone at all? Sitting in your favorite armchair you’ll dive into a writer’s mind and soul, stories used to entice, excite, entertain pieces intricately carved out or plucked to share– you’ll think you know them, feel their insides but you’ll never know their true self, if they slept in and had…
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This Too Shall Pass

He looks to me but he doesn’t see me He talks to me but he doesn’t hear me He’s in front of me but we’re a million miles apart Our hearts are beating to a different tune Everyone thinks it’ll be fine soon Just open up and tell himIt’ll be okayThis too shall pass But…
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Paper Lies

Light flickers in the cold corner of a room, upon a desk pages lay empty lit by the rays of the moon. The journal tugs at your shedding snakeskin,all the years falling away telling you to heal old wounds within. You grab the pen in the aim of exhaling an essay, perhaps starting with a…
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Think of Me

Worst thing about New Year’s Eve: Being a romantic But no one to love you the way you need I’m holding back the urge to walk away I’m holding onto responsibilities, Accepting my fate Oh, will you please think of me When you’re kissing your lover Send your positive vibes, Your good thoughts, Your shout…
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Pilgrimage to the Motherland

City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019 Standing in the presence of historyWitness all that has come beforeBewildered in amazementWhat a glorious sight! Speak to me, my wise old poets,Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,Feed me your recipesGathering in the Poetry RoomCircling around the Poet’s chairCozied up in the…
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Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

Your words whisper in my ear. Your voice does things to me that haven’t been felt in years. My heart races,My insides quicken—I want to hear more. I listen when I’m alone to be safe from disturbance.I listen while at work in hopes that no one notices the reaction your whisper creates. I listen before…
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Tuesday Morning

Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut…
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Greedy Disaster

I pull in closer, place my hand upon his lips caress each other, breathing in exploring our hearts for more but a darkness seeps in and my thoughts turn His arms wrap ’round me tightly,a feeling I’ve craved, to be adored.Everything I’ve wanted is right here but the road ahead transports me back in time.…
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