Thrive On Goals

A Life of Poems In A Coffee Shop

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The Box

A box is in front of me

It’s empty and cozy

It’s no different than any other box

It can be filled with stocks

It can be filled with rocks

It can be filled with socks

You name it

But it’s just a box

Or is it

I can fit in the box

I can close my eyes and imagine things

I can imagine I’m in the circus

Music playing, and animals ginormous

Clowns and acrobats everywhere

Lion tamers and elephants

That can walk on two legs without even a care

I can imagine I’m in a pirate ship:

I am the captain

A man who sails the oceans

And steals with his crew

But imagination can go further

And I can pretend to be in bunker

Waiting for the sirens to end

As the planes over head start shooting tons of lead

I can imagine I’m in Antarctica

Playing with the penguins

I can imagine I’m in Madagascar

Playing with the dolphins

I can imagine I’m in France

Taking a picture atop the Eiffel Tower

I can imagine I’m in a bingo game

Playing for hours and hours...

Okay maybe not a bingo game

But nonetheless the same

It’s still a box and a box it will stay

But once inside

Something magical takes your breath away

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You’re a ball of cute particles

[poemswords]

[healthy-deliciousfood]

[love-diaries]

Be a voice, not an echo.

(via love-diaries)

[the-book-diaries]

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.

J.D. Salinger, A Boy in France (via the-book-diaries)

[yourdailydoseofcaffeine]

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Black Fragrance

Alarm goes off again

I’m still in bed

Fast asleep

I’m not a morning person

My eyes burn when I see the sun

It’s hard to wake up when your eye lids have weights

That pull them down to stop your wake

But the smell so distinct brings me out of bed

My mind says sleep but my body says follow the scent

The strong aroma

Makes my heart pump with glee

Although I’m in this coma

I don’t need my eyes

To see

To know

To drink

The black fragrance

Coffee

[yourdailydoseofcaffeine]

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Antlers

As I was walked down the road I saw a deer

He had antlers the size of oak trees yet he could still walk here

I wondered about his antlers about where they have been

What wisdom do they hold

What has this deer seen

The left antler was so green

It was filled with flowers and had a beautiful color scheme

The sun would shine on the left antler and the dew of the leaves glowed like crystals

Making all the flowers bloom

With every petal

The right antler was different

Though it was the same size

It looked more angular and constricted

Like a building in disguise

Scraps of metal were stuck in it

And an old cigarette caught my eye

I thought it was lit but it wasn’t

But I could bare to see where it lie

What has this deer seen

How can it walk

How is it balanced with how that right antler looks

It really is a balancing act between pain and beauty

Between logic and fantasy

Between imagination and reality.

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Little Shenanigans

[poems-and-word]

[healthy-deliciousfood]

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Coffee vibes

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