Oh coffee, I pledge my undying devotion to thee.
It is with awe I marvel at your morning sovereignty.
I exhale pure bliss with you upon my lips as though I hath never known the pleasure of you before.
Dost thou possess secret power of some bewitching spell beset upon me?
For if thou has but this one talent, I may say it hath wonderfully beguiled me!
Oh how you fill me with the energy to chase my dreams, I pledge to thee my fidelity, unless of course I get some actual sleep!
About the Creator
Mary E Bradbury
I wrote my first short story at 13 and it became like breathing for me. Pages and pages of a thousand streams of consciousness. Then life got in the way. My kids are now teens and I am compelled to share them. I have to breathe again.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
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I never did like coffee, the beans grow outside my grandmothers house where they picked them every morning and ground them fresh, the kind that makes Blue Mountain coffee, some of the best coffee in the world. The smell was heavenly, yet I never liked the taste. Sigh. Love your poem.
This is SUCH a mood