Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: truth

  • 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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  • A Bleeding Heart

    It’s getting late and we’re dying to find out what’s fated us here tonight. You dare to ask what I’ve done, where I’ve been, I’ll tell you more than you’d want to know so let’s start this off slow. The truth can be a dangerous thing; you can’t unhear it once the stories have cleared.…

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  • Walking The Corridors of My Mind

    thoughts drift wondering about those who have walked the corridors of my mind, over the years and through the doors in and out of sight. I see their faces, hear their voices, as they’ve entered dreams and I wonder, where have they gone? what are they doing now? do they wonder the same? do they…

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  • Disconnected

    Particles of despair spin midair. They soon become swallowed and part of me before there’s a chance of being wiped away. I try and I try and only return to asking: How is this pain necessary? Is not struggling even an option? Is my negative perspective the only guideline I carry? The nature of it…

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  • listen to her

    inside of you, that constant voice knows you better than anyone else. she’s been there when no one else was. she knows she’ll never steer you wrong. she’ll direct you forward, & retract you from uncomfortable situations. no matter if they say otherwise, listen to her. friends know a side of you, your lover knows…

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  • You Never Knew

    you think you know a guy years, months, weeks, day in and day out conversations exchanged how things were left unsaid how we chose, or chose not, to be how we hide behind the way we speak how we say, or don’t say, the things we mean you think you know a guy and suddenly…

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  • unease

    it’s been three days with clear blue skies every morning i stand in disbelief; there’s nothing to obstruct the view nothing to prevent the light from coming through so why do i feel at unease? because even now, the skies are just a tease

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