Caffeinated.

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 11, 2014


I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to
expose sunlight to my sleepy
intentions.

Isn't it strange how you can
be under the covers for
eight hours straight,
yet never rest?
I haven't dreamed of you
in... months, or has it been years?
I was not trying to invoke
your presence, but maybe
the angels knew I needed
affirmation,
needed your eyes I can't
describe to echo across
brainwaves

"you can tell me what's wrong,
please, just please speak."

How long does it take for
caffeine to leave the system?
For myself to snap out of
obsessing over memories?

This morning, I thought long
and hard as steam tried to
soothe the knots in my back.
Am I too dependent?
I know I'm not in love, and
that's a relief, but I project
and I look to you like someone
who has the potential to save me.

That's not fair to you, but is it
a sin to desire protection?
To simply ask for arms without
any inkling of romance and
only the grace of humanity?

I'm stopped before the coffee pot,
again. This has been my fifth cup.

(I'm not hungover, I swear.)

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Written 10/11/14 @ 12:45 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I am soooo in love with this poem! The lines that stand out to me are the ones about being under the covers for so many hours, yet not having felt rested at all. Like you have been in bed, but your mind has not been, and you may as well have got up and did something else!

    I like the relationship that seems to in the poem, about thinking of someone who you want to love you and protect you, and yet not necessary romantic feelings.

    The wording of the poem is simple, and seems to just travel through this thought pattern you are having, as if you were writing it as each single thought came to your mind.

    I really like the irony of the coffee, and how you complain about not sleeping, and yet still find yourself drinking coffee. I have come across this so often, with caffeine products, and people cannot stop them, and yet deny the caffeine has anything to do with the inability to sleep!

    I adore your title, so much better than other cliché coffee poems, and their titles.

    Really enjoyed this, and could so relate to your words!

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