Roused with that first sip of morning brew,
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage;
A weekend project or playing at work
it all starts with a cup of black magic;
I’m armed and on a caffeinated rampage
walk right in divide goals and conquer;
It all starts with a cup of black magic
with that crystal ball full of your vision;
Walk right in divide goals and conquer,
one by one dominoes fall in succession;
With that crystal ball full of your vision
what you think is propelled into action;
One by one dominoes fall in succession
like roadblocks getting cleaned up;
What you think is propelled into action
as fast as liquid fire floods your veins;
Like roadblocks getting cleaned up,
a weekend project or playing at work;
As fast as liquid fire floods your veins,
roused with that first sip of morning brew.
Categories:
caffeinated, confidence, drink, emotions, feelings,
Form: Pantoum
[Pictured above… My actual coffee mug]
Well, I poured myself a gin
And I sploshed some tonic in
And some lemon and some ice
So it slipped down really nice
If it gave my brain a squiggle
Made it fizzle just a little
Then the blackness and the shrouds
May find glimmers through the clouds
So I sat there contemplating
As my screen just sat there waiting
While the ideas that I had
Made me seem a little mad
Seems the gin just wasn’t coping
As, for ideas, I was groping
So I threw it down the sink
And I had a little think
Eureka! I decreed
It’s a coffee that I need
So I made it in a mug
In the hope it cleared the fug
Suddenly, an idea: new
What a tale I’ve got for you
My muse awakened right on queue
Inspired by? I have no clue
The starting line formed in my head
Was is something I had read
I’m starting now; pull up a pew
Baa… oink… moo… quack… cockadoodledoo
Categories:
caffeinated, humorous, inspiration, muse,
Form: Rhyme
CRYING CAFFEINATED TEARS
Dee felt dreadfully tired, deep down sleepy.
Drowning her dreams with coffee was creepy.
She would drink and pour.
Drink a couple more.
Dee felt dreadfully awake and weepy.
6/30/2017
Categories:
caffeinated, sleep,
Form: Limerick
Coffee runs through my veins,
and under eye circles are now
a permanent feature on this face.
my eyes beg me for rest, as I
stare at the computer screen.
I have to keep working my brain tells me.
I wanna breakdown and cry,
my heart reminds me,
as i put on a cheerful smile,
and brave each day, each class.
"you're the most cheerful person
I've ever met", they tell me,
not knowing the girl underneath.
If only they saw what goes into
wearing this "beautiful smile" of mine.
If only they saw me,
as i cry myself to sleep,
every night, as the darkness surrounded me.
will they still think my smile is "beautiful"?
Will they still think I'm "the most cheerful person
they've met"?
My blood is caffeinated. Every night,
I toss and turn. Sleep eludes me,
when I am alone with my demons.
And the zombie that I have become,
knows "no sorrow". the zombie that I have become is happy.
She doesn't think. She doesn't feel. She only smiles.
The zombie that I have become,
is who they think I am
Categories:
caffeinated, depression, growing up, happiness,
Form: Blank verse
ask me what i dream at night
when all the world's asleep.
ill tell you how i relocate
in valleys young and deep;
of far green lands and gentle hands
and gardens full of life
of spring's rebirth in gentle earth
and music from the fife;
the daylight hours, filled with showers
warm, and rainbowed skies
of innocence, and further hence
all purity implied.
but as i dream i stand and seem
a sideshow, set apart.
i watch and gape and scratch the nape
while beauty breaks my heart.
the music plays, the sunlight grays
but im not fit to dance.
a fear of all, and sure to fall
id never take the chance
so ends the day, i slip away
and waking calls me back
to foggy eyes and distant cries
and creaking joints that crack.
two worlds denied their bridging bride
though one thin strand connects
my dreams at night and waking light;
one point where they transect.
my dreams i tell but think not ill
if they are but half true
for fear of chance forebodes my lapse,
and my thin strand is you.
Categories:
caffeinated, angst, introspection, love, sad,
Form: Romanticism