Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: love

  • Start with ‘Hello’

    the daily pattern, clicking here and there, looking for an update,or something needed to say, but it’s gone too soon, like the fading of the day. there was too much to say, countless conversations stuck in my head, all I’ve needed to say. talks about the books read, or music heard, how the day has…

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  • The Quiet Sunshine

    the sun glitters atop a river’s bend the breeze softly lifts a single leaf, soaring above the river, between the trees slowly it goes, never falling, never settling for a moment everything pauses, animals stop to turn, stunned by radiance amongst the greenery a rare moment of silence, of peace, of joy, produced at exactly…

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  • More or Less

    a poetic response to A Longing Less Refined by Tom Alexander You call for less words, less distraction, to sink yourself further. But do you realize the sensuality of your words fuels this flame? How without them this connection wouldn’t exist? Cut the words? I say keep them coming, stack them higher and higher. Not…

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  • Take Two and Call Me In The Morning

    I wake to the sound of him pinging my phone. It’s too early for bright-eyed longing stares to the love of my life as my eyes burn from the phone’s bright light. With eyes barely opened, I reach over to tell him “Good morning, my love.” He sends his love in return and I feel…

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  • Navigating the Breakers

    A sting reaches our eyes as we collect salt and mist from the unchartered seaknowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead. Glimpses of our futurepepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last. Mirroring smiles reflect how we take on the…

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  • Let the Music Play

    we were an unsinkable ship,built to sustain any injurythrown our way, or so we said. cast into the dark,yet illuminated with infinite possibilities. suddenly slipping through our fingersthe bitter cold quickly rushed in,and the music played on. while the chaos surrounded usand the children were tucked safely in their bed,the music played on. while prayers…

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  • Walk With Me

    She wants to be who she is. She wants to feel loved for who she is, And who she wants to become. She doesn’t want to feel guilty to feel needed. She wants to feel beautiful. She wants to feel strong. She wants to feel like she belongs. But if belonging means to solely coexist,…

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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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  • Breathe Again

    out of darkness the night sky sparkles above as a sailor’s friend reminds all of its surrounding splendor. the twinkling is the same as it’s always been but brighter than we’ve allowed ourselves to see. somewhere across the horizon, underneath the same vast sky you’ve been thinking of me and at last, we can finally…

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