Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • Where does it hurt?

    *trigger warning: depression* It’s a walking numbness, a dull pain that sometimes presents itself in waves. It slowly builds, and one day, every few weeks it explodes. I can’t bring myself out of bed. The rolling tears subside for a moment only to build again and again. The world outside, and the family inside, doesn’t…

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  • the process of becoming

    peel back the layers when you shared the process to the end result, you let me in and i mistook the meaning of a subtle sign that you let me in to a sacred space, seeing what makes you tick. a subtle hand holding but my dizzy head was lost in lust. what else could…

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  • no return address

    sew my eyes shuttape my mouth closedboard me up in a box& send me off attach the postagedrop me offat the postdon’t open until i see you thereand i hear you say ‘my love’and i feel younext to my warm skin until then, leave me here

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  • the lull of the storm [with audio]

    the pitter-patter of droplets upon my windowpane tap relentlessly blowing left & right remind me of the storm we once created now settled deep into my mind oh, to get swept up in your storm the intensity of your words the passion brewing & spilling over the constant wind whipping & striking before the longest…

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  • Bloom: A Poem — Thistle Thoughts

    What about when the heart knocks back? Bloom: A Poem — Thistle Thoughts

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  • your hands, your kiss

    your hands, your kiss I have been held and kissed before but nothing like this what is it about your hands, your kiss that makes me believe that nothing compares to this I could see into others’ eyes I could hold someone else’s hands but I don’t feel their soul like you feel mine

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  • to belong here

    irritating tears-      a hardening before a sense of      belonging breaking down waves of      rebellion a window to the heart & soul of: trying, sorting, feeling, fighting,      howling unchartered spaces

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  • bound by the same thread

    Pick up a needle, a piece of thread, slowly push it through the eye of the needle Tie a knot to ensure we know where to stop push and pull through the fabric and tug at its ends In & out, and around again stitch after stitch just enough to tie us together just enough…

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  • Endless Summer

    We wandered the streets beneathHollywood stars, chasing silver-screen dreams,waiting behind velvet ropeson warm, electric nights. We stayed out ‘til dawn,then hit the shore—proof that the perfect dreamwas always something more. Santa Monica mornings carried us south:Huntington’s waves, Dana Point’s grace—surfing, spotting whales,then finding the next hot place. It was the season of freedom,of highways and…

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  • abandoned sea of flames

    My stomach starts to churn, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you and your letter burns with an aching that quickly forms swells in the corner of my eye; I know this feeling all too well. My hand reaches for the source of the pounding, yet I question myself: Why did I stop…

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