Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: truth

  • Give Me Back My Time

    Once upon a time all I had was time, all we had was time, time to wait for our time, It was declared that our time will come. Perhaps in a few years, then suddenly it was here.All the time before became a distant memory. All we had in front of us was our time.…

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  • Rising Waters

    soft rolling waves lap the shoreline,suddenly crash rapidly upon you. such tenderness used to comfort, now makes you recoil deeper. from all that you managed to bear and remain to endure, still you dig deep into the sand to push it away. recoil into yourself. a shift in the tide was not part of the…

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  • Pilgrimage to the Motherland

    City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019 Standing in the presence of historyWitness all that has come beforeBewildered in amazementWhat a glorious sight! Speak to me, my wise old poets,Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,Feed me your recipesGathering in the Poetry RoomCircling around the Poet’s chairCozied up in the…

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  • The Portrait of Disappointment

    after Joni Mitchell* after years of hoping things would change giving in to “well, that’s the way it is,” look me in eyes and realize this is who we are, who we’ve become, it’s finally come true – our love’s become old news. we never lived up to the story of make-believe; when we face…

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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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  • The Strength In Our Scars

    Reposting because we all need to be reminded. And when I say “we” I mean “I” … When it comes down to it, I think if any of us are going to make it, we simply just have to believe. We have to believe in the power of the small things, in the comfort of…

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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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  • 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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  • Wrapped in Chains

    Contemplating her next move the pounding within her chest told her what she already knew: she was nowhere close to break free from the chains wrapped ’round her so tightly. With the escape route blocked; there was no sense in moving for every wriggle tightened the grip. Accepting her fate, another day in this God…

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