Yea so I went to the local coffee shop and was supposed to be studying for finals, but got a weird burst of inspiration haha I don't really write poetry anymore and this is kinda emo I guess but whatever here it is... if you're bored, try it out and let me know what you think
Double Iced Cappuccino I
The white cloud floats down to my lips
As I drink it all away
I wonder what it means
Why it's taken me this long
To finally drain a glass half-full
I wonder if I already know
And wont admit it
But wait, there are no answers
So why do I keep asking --
Why do I keep insisting
On a moment of truth?
There must be some sort of definition.
I erase my thoughts
And open a dictionary
This is what I do when I'm afraid.
Double Iced Cappuccino II
This is a moment I am missing
The cloud floats down
-- I am there --
It feels funny, like cold cotton balls, or something
The coffee slips through like rain
And I am dancing
This glass will never drain
Coffee: verb: to enjoy; Also: to forget.
