"Rezek" Three in the morning Jupiter stares through a crack in the ceiling And Rezek has no time for dreams. He gets out of bed fully dressed And walks barefoot to the porch Where his father pours him a small cup Of scalding bittersweet coffee Which he blows on and sips quickly Slips on his shoes and runs through the night To his uncle’s bakery. Rezek works the furnace and the dough-cutter Eleven hours a day and is lucky...
Charlene and I weren't dating. Or were we? I just didn't know. What I did know is that I liked being with her. Maybe she liked being with me, too. We had an uneasy peace; I was desperately afraid of hurting her, she held back when things got too personal. She was far too nice for to be treated as a conquest. Anyway, that really wasn't my style. I was a bit afraid too. We spoke of books, ideas, events, but never anything p...
Morning was my favorite time of day, sitting with a good cup of coffee, listening, watching the world awaken. This Friday morning, I sat in the dunes overlooking the Pacific Ocean, my coffee cup in hand. I thought I would winter over in San Francisco by couch surfing with friends. The same friend had offered me a temporary job at her framing shop. I strove to get up and out of the house before they awoke. It just seemed c...
Unlike my other two 'Open letters' that I have written, these are very general and do not fit into any specific category like my makeup and underwear open letters. These are just general topics from my everyday life, that I am sharing with you, my internet friends. Also, on a side note, apparently open letters are now my thing as this will be the third 'installment' of open letters I have published. Dear the girl I live w...
She’s hot and wet when she greets me in the morning, I know of no better way to wake up. And when I need her she is always there, She fills my loving cup. It is an affair that has been going on for years, And she will continue to comfort when I’m old. When I am down she perks me up, She warms me when I am cold. Dark and bold she comes to me, More beautiful than any sunrise. Like a gypsy with her magic charms, She has the...
The quiet of a morningso still and silent like cat paws, treading across the floors of my mind. It’s a beautiful day as the sun crest above the horizon. Coffee brewing it smells like heaven. Chirps fill the fresh, cool air as birds awaken to the new day. Dew covers the ground like a favorite blanket on a cold winter night comforting you with its weight. Higher and higher the sun continues rising. Brightening the world aro...
I wake in the morningAnd rouse out from my bedVisions of yesterdayStill dancing in my head. Down the hall, I do walkTrying not to stumbleThoughts and words come to meThey're all in a jumble. To that place in the houseFinally make my wayTis here that I beginThe dawn of brand new day. There I push a buttonMagic elixir you seeI need you so badlyJust to return to me. It is not in a rushIt takes its time to cookIt takes eterni...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A coffee cup in a coffee shop,Clean white china,Round and perfect."Pick me," it smiles,A wink and clinkA-beckoning the cold travellerWith her scarf hiding her face."I can't afford you, coffee cup,"The weary wandererWhispers through the stripes,And her hand reaches for her little purse.Just a few coins,Just enough,Perhaps,To kiss...
Coma patients should receive transfusions of my blood. Enough caffeine is coursing through my veins at any given moment that my blood could probably literally wake the dead. My addiction to coffee is so bad that I wake up in the mornings feeling hung over and more angry than a grizzly being poked by a stick. When I go to my office, the assistants scatter like cockroaches if they know I have yet to get my fix. Methamphetam...
Something the true coffee addicts will enjoy Ah coffeethe drink of the godscan't get enoughmy drug of choicetime to brew me another cupyup I'm addicted to itsweet with sugar and creamor black as nightlong as it's strong and hotnone of that iced shit for meskip the decaf toogive me a good full strong brewneed me moretime to get my fixyup full blown addict hereI need my coffee fix, can't go withoutgrab a cup and join me my...
