Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poem

  • Send Me A Song

    With a flip of the wrist there’s a song directing you on a time warp, back to the time you fell in love with the girl of your dreams, or so she was at the time. With every turn of the dial there she is and yet, there you are years apart. It only lasts…

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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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  • The Pull of You

    There’s no stopping it. There’s no going back. Even if I tried the pull of your force is stronger than my will to go. See how the current meets the sea, not stopping midway to ponder its existence, to debate whether it should or if it belongs.It flows where gravity takes it,where nature pulls and…

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  • You’ll Want to Sit Down for This

    There’s no easy way to say this; there’s no way of keeping it in. It builds inside of me, telling me to set it free. It’s begging for attention; it’s scrapping up my knees. It’s knocking louder and louder; it’s banging down the front door. What is it, you ask? Well, where do I begin?…

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  • Split in Two

    The way I hide away, to remove myself, from myself, from my other self, the one that overthinks, to remain in motion, without hindrance or hesitation, because she doesn’t want to think of how disorganized, an absolute wreck, she is trying to keep it all together. She exhausts herself; gives too much to others until…

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  • Exhaust

    You give to others to be the love they need You give to others to be the one when no one else is there To be their cheerleader, to be their rock When no one else had cheered for you When you thought the more you give, the more you get To see the smile…

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  • Thank You For This Gift

    I used to dream of the sea, of lonely nights, the ones of you and me staying up late through all hours of the night planning what we’d do if we were in the same room I don’t dream of that anymore for when I’m in need I turn you on and there you are…

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  • The Lost Sailor

    a stirring voice beckons, a phantom within a dream. as i pencil my musings the voice channels itself moving deep within me. laughter quickly vanishes to reflecting upon the movement of the sea, to the house that no longer carries childhood dreams. the voice constantly searches vacancies to occupy, from passing through stations to platforms…

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  • Love Meant to Last

    For a dear friend … I could never understand it, always questioned it. Never could see the bond that was between you. But it was love, the kind that was supposed to last. From the beginning outsiders were struck by the secret love notes, booty shaking teases, and contagious laughter; surely, that kind of love…

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  • Are We Home Yet?

    You’re the gun and the bullets inches away delivering the deepest wounds. I am wounded, fallen, and hollowed out by you Lying with my insides shredded you believe it was all necessary to keep you sane I beg you to save me, if only you could see how deep these wounds run if only you…

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