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CoffeeCoffee in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Coffee
Pour into me
black coffee
that bittersweet liquid of pain
pour it like in storm sky pours rain.
Pour to ease the ache
that is my throat to overtake
as without my bitter drink
my mind is not to think.
Not properly at least
without that dark beast
of blackish brown grains
mashed until powder remains
with its magical taste of forbearance
for it brings peace and patience
for it helps to ease the stress
and relax, forgetting all that mess
for it is a cure for soul
a trickle in endless bowl
filled with emotions of joy and hope
which can only be sought, left to grope.
A coffee – liquid of vigour and might,
the one t
u n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m su n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m s in Short Stories More Like This
Silence.
Music playing.
But it still feels like silence.
With whispers of tiny voices that are louder then a truck horn, but didn't make a sound.
I stared at the chocolates.
"Must-"
"-Eat-"
"-The-"
"-Last-"
"-Of-"
"-Us."
They're just daring me to.
Giggling at what an idiot I am.
I swear they are.
I glared at the seemly innocent four blue, two brown and one green m&ms.
Those-
My right eye twitched as a blue m&ms moves just an inch.
Those evilly delicious little chocolates.
I pick up a brown m&ms carefully with my right hand, index finger and thumb.
I bought the tiny bit of goodness to eye level.
I held the m&m upside down m
WaitingWAITINGWaiting in Free Verse More Like This
You left.
I didn't want you to go.
I don't want you to go.
And, since you left without saying good-bye
I keep hoping you'll come back.
I'm always going to love you,
Because you have your own place in my heart
A place that God must have placed there
Especially for you,
Because I can't forget you.
So, if you're wondering,
Yes, I still love you,
And, I'm just waiting for you
To come back home.
Every Person is UniqueEvery Person is Unique in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters. in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, th
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