Early Morning Poetry

Beans of Life

Coffee, the only regularity in my life.
There are no world shortages,
Or miles between a cup of Joe and I.
Only a few steps to the kitchen,
And soon I’ll be sipping on my steamy delight.

(March 22, 2015)

Stuck

So you say you’re stuck.
That I’m fucking you up.
Yet it’s early in the morning,
And I wasn’t the one to reach out to you.
But maybe this is just part of your luck,
Cause you couldn’t fill my fucking cup.
Although I probably should come with a warning,
There’s really nothing left I want to do.

(March , 2015)

Old Poems by Little, Old Me

It’s been a snowy, lazy day in Colorado. Which can only lead to procrastination in the form of organizing other aspects of my life. Such as old notebooks full of undirected, not very well written or formatted, poetry. A lot of emotions starting to resurface as I was going through the pages but I’m glad that it’s all in the past and that it happened in the first place.

“I Wish I Could Read Your Mind”

Is it my mysterious lure that attracts you?
Because I felt the veil drop once I told you what was on my mind.
Did my once piercing eyes soften,
As I confessed actual emotions?
Did my dark features suddenly lighten,
After my thoughts were finally out in the open?

(November 20, 2014)

“Untitled”

I find it strange how one person’s presence
Can cause other people’s absence.
How one day a friend will be willing to strike another
without truly understanding the change in the weather.

(October 30, 2014)

I don’t exactly aspire or expect to get any of my poems published, however, I would love to improve and if anyone has any feedback to offer please do!

Sweet Dreams!