This made me think of myself this very morning, kind of zombieish, sitting at the table with my cold cup of coffee, trying to write.

I really enjoyed this and off hand can off no criticism. I thought you did an excellent job, good flow, word choice, good work.

This reminded me of our conversation, Azzza. beautifully sad.

''Midnight scribbles
of blue moon's muse,
leaving bitter morning's unsweetened coffee
cold; exposed next to the ivory window,
consumed by the sea breeze''

- Azzza when I first read that I pictured you walking into a room holding a cup of coffee and taking a sip and frowning at how bitter it is, when you just glance over and you notice your late last night scribbles left on your bed side table, so you leave the your cup of coffee next to the window or on the window pane, forgetting it totally as you turn all your attention to the papers.

However as I read on, I started to think of the coffee as a metaphor of the reality/future awaiting you, the mid night scrabble as the secret dream maybe and the sugar is some sort of positive thoughts or hopes but it's weak when compared to the blackness. you gave up hope. but I also had that picture of you sitting and while holding the papers in one hand trying to dissolve the sugar into the coffee you've forgotten but it's turned cold making your task diffucult.

''Pointless of me

to pour out confession of yesterday's regrets,
with my body frozen and mind in a state of trance;
confusion plays a track in my head...
with words unspoken;
secrets unable to digest''

- I think maybe you meant ''confessions'' as in plural? Here it's almost as if you're thinking about what you've written and just finding it useless and nonsensical. and I don't know whether you meant that or not but also when you say ''with my body frozen'' I remember your description of the coffee and when you say ''secrets unable to digest'' I remember the undissolved sugar.

''Shake me off

this melancholy tune, sobering me up
with pristine thoughts, clearing
clogged memories from

My quondam solitude ''

- I don't think ''My'' should start with with a capitol ''M'' since it not a new sentence or thought but part of the one before it. that being said, I love the ending. it's almost like you've noticed you're sinking into the self pity, it's like a wake up call. and you just want to break free of it, to escape. I also loved the word ''quondam''. just elegant.

I think you did wonderful on this and I just complicated the hell out of it? It was easy to follow the pattern of your thoughts.. something getting your attention, thinking about it, evaluating it then getting confused then realization sinking and you putting it aside though that didn't erase the sad feeling it brought to you. a heart felt write Azzza and your line breaks were perfect, I almost didn't notice them. well done!

First off: I love the title:)

Now I will break it down for you, sweet cheeks:

Midnight scribbles
of blue moon's muse,
leaving bitter morning's unsweetened coffee
cold; exposed next to the ivory window,
consumed by the sea breeze

^^^
You added just enough adjectives to make this a very vivid scene.
I would add and "a" here:
of a blue moon's muse( seems somehow better to me)
I have often experiences this, the cold and bitter taste of reality and being alone( again)

Sachets of sugar torn;
yet unable to dissolve in blackness...

^^
Lovely metaphor:)

Pointless of me

to pour out confessions of yesterday's regrets,
with my body frozen and mind in a state of trance;
confusion plays a track in my head...
with words unspoken;
secrets unable to digest

^^
Unspoken words, secrets unable to digest..those things all refer to confusion and regret and the inablilty to chance the past. Well worded, Azza.

Shake me off

this melancholy tune, sobering me up
with pristine thoughts, clearing
clogged memories from

my quondam solitude

^^
It is indeed wise to leave the past behind, and not allow it to consume your future;)

Well done, well written, far better than your previous write, this is far more "you"

5/5 Ingrid

This was written very well. I love your use of word choice. It flows well and I love the lay out. You wrote this poem beautifully. 5/5

Your twin x

Your images, your metaphors, and your meanings are all lit up by your technique
and your line placement...
impressive..

ps: quantum would also fit here..remarkable..

I also found this to be a wonderfully unique write, Most of us have had times of realization that our poetry or writings have been confessions, or soul searching endeavors. Which is very hard to face at times. An excellent write.

I guess I found the talent on this site with all you comments =) reading your work I have a lot to learn. I was lost in each word and amazed at the form and flow . Hoping to be able to get to your level one day.
Very talented and a joy to read