The rush of sugar and coffee hits my blood.
Sends my heart a racing and my eyes wide.
Drum up a sugary smile, mask the anxiety.
Nipping thoughts speed up, faster, faster, faster!
Pretend to be happy when the coffee high kicks in.
Apologize for the enthusiasm that is often bitten off between too many teeth.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PuisiThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
