The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg on the bench. When ordering I wanted to try something new but the pressure was too great so I ordered the usual hot chai tea latte. While I waited for my drink I read the headlines on the newspapers stacked not so neatly on the rack. Nothing was interesting enough to make me want to open one of them.
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come.
I want us to share spaces full of secrets and dreams
I want to share my entire life with you
Not just tidbits
My weird thoughts
New songs I find
new places to explore
I even save things I know will make you smile
And cook the things I know will give you an excited wiggle
You truly are my Sunshine, Babe
My life would be incomplete without you
I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys
I wake up to a numbered screen
And then There’s dreams left unattended
Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind.
It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me
So I try my best to type a few word
The the clouds disperse and I can tend my dreams once again.
I don’t really have anything left to say
I could write some happy bullshit
I could write the emo shit I love
But I don’t have it in me
Momming is all I have to do right now
Everything else has sunk back into the background
Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.
Some new shelves
Chalks and bubbles
Toys and board games for fun family game nights
I’ll get to it.
To the organizing and shelf building
I have the set up in my head.
Th kind with cubbies on the bottom
One with a few cushions warmed by the sunlight
The other bare under the chalkboard hung on the wall
And then shelves will fill the rest of the space
I’ll fill them with books
This will be our space. The place we go for peace and reminders of our inner child.
I’ll build this space
The tables are filled with Tacos
And all the fixens
There’s no where to sit but standings just fine
I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time
The chicken ones they go down kinda rough
But the beef ones now those are a sin
I lick my fingers and go up again
I shouldn’t I know
But tomorrow I’ll workout hard like I have been.
There is a reason why you’re here
It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you
It would be silent
A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed
It would lack the chaos of us
Trees would fall into oblivion
I would fall into oblivion.
there’d be no us
there’d be no poetry
You are the poetry
These words are for you
I can see each one
placed in your palm
as a thoughtful gift
to encourage you
to lift your spirit from the pit
let’s exchange these words
for your heavy load
I’ll keep it short
I just want you to know
You’re something special
Meticulously created from freckle
and in between them there’s your smile
It melts my heart
These words are yours and will be here when you need them
or when you feel alone