Coffee Eyes

Inspired on someone's eyes. They're brown, so full of life, vivid, ambicious and strangely wide open. The eyes of a good freak. :)

Searching for feelings, not for answers 

Everything is clearer than the heavy air we breathe

If you want to go beyond love and hate -

Well, slowly we'll decay but we should give a try

Even if it keep us awake night after night

But you’ve got these coffee eyes, so violently unquiet

You seem possessed by the need 

of needing nothing but yourself to reach the highs of life 

You scream words that might mean nothing 

But you are heard - pressure is heard, and pleasure is heard

I don’t care if all this ain't real, I'm still here

Trying my best to be seen

Savouring new horizons and sensations

And even though nothing is real we’ll still be here

Darkness is knocking at your door, 

And you’re free like a blackbird 

always travelling from sea to sea

As you’ve got these coffee eyes, so violently unquiet

You seem possessed by the need of needing

nothing but to be and feel the most of life 

And even if you scream in a foreigner language

There’s always someone clever enough to hear you

Pressure is heard, pleasure is heard and you're heard

When you've got such coffee eyes, so beautifully unkind

Just like a dazzling light, always awake to a world that never sleeps

Trying to feel it, to feel it, to feel it 

(At least you know) pressure is heard 

And pleasure is heard

(And if not, try harder)

Author's Note

Inspired on someone's eyes. They're brown, so full of life, vivid, ambicious and strangely wide open. The eyes of a good freak. :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem had me with the word coffee. I drink 10 cups a day. I like woman with those coffee eyes. Sort of a mystery to look into. Like the eyes of a Gypsy. Who can see into your soul.
"When you've got such coffee eyes, so beautifully unkind
Just like a dazzling light, always awake to a world that never sleeps"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[The Nude Writer]

Hehe.. you grabbed me with the thoughts of coffee and cigarettes :) Two very sweet pleasures I find.
Lovely poem dear :) I think you really did a great job bringing this one to life.

[The Winter Grey]

This was beautiful. I know someone who fits this very description, and found this piece to be phenomenal. Lines like, "Everything is clearer than the heavy air we breathe," and, "So violently unquiet," are simply incredible. Evocative, song-like, and utterly a worthwhile read.

[Seshat Nidaba]

You have a nack for stating philosophical & psychological truths that appear almost daunting and uncanny in their penetrtive insight:

1. even if you scream in a foreigner language
There’s always someone clever enough to hear you

2. You seem possessed by the need of needing
nothing but to be and feel the most of life

props to you.

[Seshat Nidaba]

You proliferate a kind of pessimism, a variety of hopelessness that instead come across as brave, as cheerfuly realistic, and that's the flip of how you write. That's the psychological advantage you have over pessimists without an artistic edge.

You can always claw through the back door of hedonism and enjoy youth to the fullest, because it's your salvation from the pain. Of course with surrealism comes transcendence from ego, and that is your trump card in my humble estimation:

[trainwreck]

This was fantastic. I love poems about eyes. This was a great work, as I've come to expect from you. Your descriptions leave nothing to be desired, except maybe to meet this person you talk about.

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coffee eyes..nice title..and as you can see..I believe it's all in the eyes..well written

[Rikkevi Rue]

you have such an ability to convey your feelings! Interestingly woven around the coffee eyes...one can read a great deal of meaning into those amazingly communicative orbs!

[Marie Harrison]

What interesting depictions
these eyes impart to you.
Lovely poem. Very captivating.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem made me feel so free. I floated and drifted away in the wind.
I felt so out of control, but had no fear...confident that the hands of
comfort would catch me. Stunning. This one really got to me.