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LOVE IN A COFFEESHOP

They are two hearts
Who found love in the sun
And brought
It inside a coffee shop.
They glance.
They stare.
They smile
Over melting frappuccino.
Their lips move in slow
Motion and their words 
Float on air like
Colored balloons
Popping
5 seconds later.
They are birds seated
Behind a glass window
Gazing together 
At the cityscape.
Their fragile hearts beat in frenzy
And quiet reservation.
The city 
Is dark outside
And they know
The coffeeshop closes
At 1AM.

LOVE IN A COFFEESHOP

They are two hearts
Who found love in the sun
And brought
It inside a coffee shop.
They glance.
They stare.
They smile
Over melting frappuccino.
Their lips move in slow
Motion and their words
Float on air like
Colored balloons
Popping
5 seconds later.
They are birds seated
Behind a glass window
Gazing together
At the cityscape.
Their fragile hearts beat in frenzy
And quiet reservation.
The city
Is dark outside
And they know
The coffeeshop closes
At 1AM.

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I’m friggin tired of reading. Four hours and Im not half of it yet.

I remember when I was in first grade, our teacher mounted on the wall something that has an airplane, a ship and a banca drawn on it. It was meant to show our progress on reading from beginning until the end of the school year. I was on the boat when she initially placed little girls and boys on it. I ended on an airplane when the school year ended while some were rowing on the banca or watching from MV Georich our plane zooming by. Now, in law school, i am so in that banca. I can only read 50 pages in 3 hrs and that’s not fast at all. I wish I were still grade 1. I must be on a jet plane if I were.

I’m friggin tired of reading. Four hours and Im not half of it yet.

I remember when I was in first grade, our teacher mounted on the wall something that has an airplane, a ship and a banca drawn on it. It was meant to show our progress on reading from beginning until the end of the school year. I was on the boat when she initially placed little girls and boys on it. I ended on an airplane when the school year ended while some were rowing on the banca or watching from MV Georich our plane zooming by. Now, in law school, i am so in that banca. I can only read 50 pages in 3 hrs and that’s not fast at all. I wish I were still grade 1. I must be on a jet plane if I were.

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Coffeeshop

In a coffeeshop
People wear bright smiles
Talk about happy
Living room stories
Like there is no laundry
Waiting at home
Or trash that needs
Disposing
Or a hungry dog
To feed
Or scarred hearts
Wearing band aids.
In a coffeeshop
Strangers share wifi
But never connect.
They throw glances
That bounce on walls
While samba rages on
In their heads
Like it’s their favorite
Music.
People escape
To forget the bleakness
Of their own lives.
In a coffeeshop.

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Cup of Coffee

I sit on chair that
I stole and at the back
Of my head i console
Myself that no one
Owns a chair left in
Destitute along
A lonely hallway.
Or wanted to own it
At all.
You sit on the bed
Calculating my thoughts
As the noise
In our thoughts slowly drowns
Out the noise of the television.
I would have wanted to
Show you a piece of
My day in a coffee shop
And impress you with
Thoughts that the money
You lent arent all spent
on coffee.
It was a book’s fare
To memory.
But you have other plans.
You wanted beer over coffee.
Loud music over the chatter
In a small corner in
A coffee shop.
A friend over me.
I gave up in my thoughts
And said ‘it’s ok, why
Arent you dressed up yet?’
It was a war of conscience.
of guilt.
I cling on to my book.
Words pass in my view
But they are all air.
Until silence befalls me.
That kind of silence that
Breaks the ice.
The ‘i-dont-wanna-talk-right-now-im-busy kind of silence.
And now you’re thinking
i feel bad or
Something.
And now you have the reason to
Go out. A pretty good excuse.
You impress upon me
That you need air.
The smoke from my cigarettes
Is suffocating you.
You dress up as I
Stare at the blankness
Of a book and listen
To music from an
Ipod that i didnt push play.
The door closes behind you
Leaving a scent of your perfume.
And all
I wanted was a cup
Of coffee.
With you.

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