Coffee Shop Sessions

Category: poem

  • Untying the Knot

    She gathered tulle and ribbons to create the most perfect gift, where the two of them would unite to protect the insides, to hide from others the chance of disappointment. The more she gathered, the more she prepared, the more she fought to avoid things that were destined to happen, the more they came. Pulling…

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  • listen to her

    inside of you, that constant voice knows you better than anyone else. she’s been there when no one else was. she knows she’ll never steer you wrong. she’ll direct you forward, & retract you from uncomfortable situations. no matter if they say otherwise, listen to her. friends know a side of you, your lover knows…

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  • Train Ride Home

    inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip on the train ride home your smile flashed between buildings, lights flickered and i couldn’t tell if it was the spark in your eye or the streetlights beaming onto the dark streets. i saw your smile and your handreaching for mine, those bedroom eyes that whispered “bring…

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  • The Secret Garden

    bore from the most arduous labor, its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance,pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce the richest aromas. even to an untrained eye, the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed. the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed;…

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  • The Thorn in My Rose

    her name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become an empty vessel, void of a beating heart, bidding for its return soon. unrelenting, unforgiving, i want to bend back…

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  • The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring

    it’s right underneath, brewing under my chest this quiet whisper circling- not spiraling downwards as i often tend to, but in the way a gentle breeze swirls a handful of leaves and they flutter away. there’s an inquisitive nature to it where there is somehow a sense of magic at hand, and yet somehow there…

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  • take my hand

    under the light of the moon you hold out your hand & i take hold. you offer a ride with your heart in tow whispering delicately, “let’s see where this journey goes.” as long as we’re bound together there’s no better place for our love to grow.

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  • lead me to your ocean

    what river do i cross again and again? the river where bloodthirsty love begins. toes dip in at first sight. oohing & aahing with every delight. swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams. kiss me, love me, do what you please. pull me into your ocean where you shall lead.

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  • Home

    is this my home? spinning ‘round n round going from high to low and back ‘round again. is this that place where a heart feels heard and shoulders ease? for far too long the tongue’s been tied and the shoulders tense from being left in the dark because my stories don’t matter. the voice has…

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  • The Looking Glass

    image source: https://twitter.com/Bettyxx84/status/1348674161623887876?s=20

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