Broken people all over the floor staring into full cups... or are they half empty?
Are they sipping on reality today or fantasy?
I wonder how it tastes? Is it bitter or cold like their lovers?
Hot, sweet and something they’ve wanted since they woke up... like their lovers?
We are all broken aren’t we, in beautiful and ugly ways.
I hear it in their voices
It seeps from their skin and mixes with the aroma of those amazing arabica beans.
Suffering and sensuality combined
Suffering is human, pain a constant companion that can dig a hole and throw you in or drive you forward like your favourite cup of flat white 💜
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Author:
W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (
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It feels like you are living a lost love and in pain. Your immediate surroundings become a stage for your pain to perform its play upon your otherwise resting mind.
Hopefully something positive will come along and share your arabica appreciation.
You are so right it’s scary
They say coffee is a stimulant and alcohol a depressant , so what happens when I put a shot in my coffee. It's like a war going on in my cup and I end up with a drink that does nothing. Or maybe the coffee just stimulates my depression. So, I'll just add three spoonfuls of sugar and enjoy the ride,
Now I will have to watch people drink their coffees and try to read their minds. Oh may, what have you created? Coffee-people watching?
A whole lot of truth in your poem. That first cup in the morning means different things to different people. For some it's a high and for others a low. For me it's my 10AM wake up call. Terrific poem. -Phil A.
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