Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • 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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  • The Shoes I Walk In

    These shoes of mine could tell a story if they could talk. And they do, they tell enough, just look at them! Not the whole story, though, that’s what the voice is for, fill in the gaps for what people don’t see. Ah, but that’s where I trip up. My voice doesn’t scream as loudly…

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  • A Million Images Birthed by A Single Sound

    Hypnotizing like a new favorite song a voice comes across the sound waves in our quiet home. For hours at a time we study every word, every tone. Senses heighten to vibrations spurred yet not once have eyes met where our minds travel, not once have hands touched where our souls join. How does a…

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  • you spoke to me

    Eyes down, eyes averted from the truth I took a chance A glance in your direction Then your eyes met mine Me in my red dress You in that captivating charm We couldn’t ignore the electricity that sparked As we longed to embark on a fiery journey It didn’t take much A sly grin as…

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  • A Birthday Poem

    dust settles upon another year, another book of memories of short months and long nights, tears wiped away again and again, hard decisions made and my reflection says: still I remain. now a little stronger, a little wiser, countless lessons learned, and full of appreciation for love gained. thankful for new connections, others dismissed, and…

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