Coffee And Books - Blog Posts

You are not a candle that burns for anyone. Instead, my dear brother, you are attempting to light candles for everyone around you.

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Saturday morning rituals: Dunkin and the library

Coffee and books

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Desert of Viridescence

I walk among the sands of a foreign desert unable to exchange words with my thoughts. I had been travelling with my two siblings but we got split when looking for water to bring into our bodies. My dark skin is dusted with pale sand as I continue to walk, I cannot see any vegetation in the distance beside the pale green cacti and the desert roses. I go well into the night hours searching for euphoria, somewhere where I can finally rest. This goes on for the next couple of days. I cannot stop, I must keep...

I awaken to the gentle sound of rushing water among rocks and the crackling of wood. The gentle buzz of fireflies and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. I slowly open my eyes to see stars among them are lush green trees that I can just barely see in the darkness of the night.

"Noir."

A single word makes me sit upright. My eyes bless me with the sight of my older brother, Ryan. His skin is clean, freshly dressed in linen. "VAMPY!" I hear another voice scream. Wood drops to the ground as I feel my younger brother wrap me in an embrace.

My Euphoria...I found it.

I got a bit bored I hope you don't mind me doing your prompt @newworldswritingclub

Tuesday Mornings...

Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my “old” journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee. 

Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead

Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.

Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead

A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.

The Immortal Beloved

From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List

“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”

"Pardon?"

A pair of ivory-coloured eyes flutter shut before opening once more.

"I'm positive you heard me."

"I infact did, but I'm not comprehending."

Her fingers find the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to her level only slightly. "Comprehend this."

Our lips make the most exquisite connection...Coming together in the most beautiful of ways. Breaths are exchanged between two lips. Minds unite to form one. This is what Sappho used to write about in her poems. When the two come into contact, fireworks erupt. For the first time, for the second and the third.

My Immortal Beloved.

White Wax

From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List

“This didn’t work out as I had intended.” They hum as they examine the smeared wax seal.  The stark white against the beige envelope. Noir removes the wax seal and flick it elsewhere not wanting to look back on it. When they return their gaze to the envelope, the remnants of the white wax are still visible. They groan as they remove the letter from the envelope and toss it to the side. "This...I will handle later." They look to the other side of the room. "Now to deal with you." Noir mutters, gazing upon the bloodied corpse of their husband.