Coffee House Poetry 3The Window to My WorldCoffee House Poetry 3
You will find no curtains here No venetian blinds, no jingling beads the window to my world is always open the silent wind rests its gentle palm across my face the touch is always comforting I pour my heart and soul out to the stars I see the moon through my window but really the moon sees me I stretch my body along the windowsill and I think to myself... all I have to do is jump out of this window and I am free The window to my world is always open and I am always free
Coffee House Poetry 2The WallflowersCoffee House Poetry 2
What is it about the wallflowers that makes them so odd, so out of place some say the wallflowers are shy and held back becuase they dont grow as the other flowers do Is it because of this reason that we often overlook the quiet sometimes most of what we neglect to see is the most beautiful so lets stop and smell the flowers all of the flowers even the wallflowers conceal a great beauty
Coffee House Poetry 1Coffee House BluesCoffee House Poetry 1
The aromas, the music, the soft murmur overcomes me these peaceful sounds are full of memories of peaceful times that have grown into a tall dark stranger. The stranger is welcome to return however he hasnt and I continue to yearn The sounds of life have grown into a bustle What happened to those quiet times? Now life is filled with incoherent noise so LOUD so VULGAR! where is that soft murmur that I remember and love I just dont want that stranger to be so strange anymore.
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