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I'd Drink Cold Coffee for You
The following is a list of the things I hate the most: I've spent every day for the last nine months drinking terrible, cold coffee in your mother's diner at the off chance that you might be my waitress. Only some days you are, yet I still feel the need to continue to sit and drink my cold coffee because if I'm there even when you're not, it arises less of a suspicion that I'm in love with you. On the off chance that I do order food, which is almost never, I order toast and it's almost as burnt as the coffee. I've asked you out about 40 times and you keep saying no, but I just keep coming back. That I'm always sat at the far right booth which the seat is slightly broken in. The table sits semi-unhinged from the floor so that if I hit it a little too hard it lifts from the floor on one side. The floors and tables are almost inevitably sticky. The dim light causes a glare over my phone that makes it difficult to pretend to be far more interested in it than you. That I have to pretend to be more interested in anything than you. This diner always smells like if you were to leave cookies out for a few days and allowed them to collect just the slightest amount of mold. The air conditioner lays right next to the seat of my booth which leaves one half my body far colder than the other. That I would spend every day for the next 20 years sitting in my booth with the broken seat, half of my body a frozen tundra, eating burnt toast with my feet stuck properly to these sticky floors. I'd sit here every day and roll my eyes as the table tips on one end as I try to focus in on my cell phone instead of allowing you to catch me staring again. I'll override my senses with the smell of mold laden cookies, and sit in my seat all day still as some girl who is not you serves me. I'd drink cold coffee for you.
By brandee youngclaus8 years ago in Poets
Journey Through My Life
My eyes tell lies/ my lies tell my eyes/ to feel this way/ to kill this pain/ to in my sane/ to sin my vain/ i dry my crying eye/ why die while flying high/ i try to hide my sigh/ i put up this wall/ can't hear you call/ can't fear you all/ they say turn that frown into a smile/ but i say i've been down for a while/ lower than low/ nowhere to go/ stuck in my mind/ need luck to find/ people say no pain no gain/ but with pain no fame/ holds me back like i'm going to fight/ but i need to fight to make things right/ so let me go obtain my sight/ i need to grow to take over with all my might/ see the future block the past/ free the creature shock the cast/ cause my life is a movie and God is the director/ i'm nice then moody and odd but i'm the corrector/ projecting my cerebrum/ expecting my freedom/ from this nightmare called my mind/ some i might scare but im kind/ i stare but i'm blind/ meaning i see what i think and think what i see my own images is what i'm receiving/ i'm playing tuga war with my mind and heart/ i can't go anymore it ends before it starts/ deep down in my core is breaking apart/ making a spark/ igniting the fire/ i'm fighting but soon i'll retire/ expire/ down goes me but not my entire empire/ i want to leave peace with the ones i inspire/ me the one you admire/ all your souls i want to acquire/ me floating to heaven with the sound of the choir/ higher and higher/ God's hand is what i desire/ acceptance is what i require/ i am the sire/ i'm the truth and you're a lying liar/ i want to be the angel on earth/ to end all the pain that'll hurt/ change the same/ cause we need change to get out of the rain/ we're crowded with fame/ leaving the unsung heroes to blame/ and i'm the one that still hasn't sung/ time will come/ to hear the words i created with my tongue/ that will influence the young/ to make sense of the world that's hung/ by the string that i hold/ cause i will soon be in control/ but i will use my powers for good/ i can do, not shoulda, coulda, woulda, and i will be understood/ in this journey called life i will prevail/ i will come against challenges and won't fail/ but the insecure beast is holding me back/ my heart is pure but it's molding and starting to crack/ i'm sometimes sad and mad/ i was wishing for the happiness i could have had when things went bad/ but i'm glad/ to push play in my life, no more trying to rewind/ i need to unwind/ this tangled mess that i'm in/ i need to find the angle to point me in the right direction/ that will bless me and the rest in sin/ i need to establish a start before i have this smart,art,heart/end.
By Antonio Herrera8 years ago in Poets
