Blessed are the caffeinated
for the earth they shall inherit:
freed through "natural" stimulation
to work, create, and prove their merit.
When struck by inspiration
caffeine helps with the perspiration
to get things done,
to get awards won,
byproduct of its blessed percolation.
Yes, blessed are the caffeinated
for the earth they shall inherit.
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
Eclipse
I was blinded by him;
he was like the sun,
and I was sunburnt and parched.
You were like an eclipse;
I could see again,
every star in the sky once hidden from me.
I could not look upon him,
but I could gaze at you forever:
your gentle touch a caress in the night.
You can light my path
without hiding the heavens from me:
you love me without holding me back.
he was like the sun,
and I was sunburnt and parched.
You were like an eclipse;
I could see again,
every star in the sky once hidden from me.
I could not look upon him,
but I could gaze at you forever:
your gentle touch a caress in the night.
You can light my path
without hiding the heavens from me:
you love me without holding me back.
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
What You Think Love Is
She stands in her living room, with her duffel bag on the
floor beside her feet. She hears him come in the front door and he says
"Hey, I'm here, are you okay?" Her text message had said only "I
need to talk to you. Please come over." That was half an hour ago. He
only lives five minutes away.
He comes around the corner of the entryway, and hesitates
when he peers into the living room. It has been three days since he last spent
the night, and in that time she has managed to sell most of her furniture. All
that remains is the coffee table and the love seat, which the subletter will be
keeping.
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