Caffeine, blood and thoughts

Caffeine, blood and thoughts

A Poem by Jack...
"

Sadness, it can take its toll

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Caffeine, blood and thoughts

 

For is this the sunrise, I ask

as my eyes fall open in disbelief,

collecting symptoms of another day of

forgoing dreams I might have had,

had I slept

 

This pencil thin line of tangerine

silently slithers its way

into my world,

like a snake stretched across

the horizon, coiled in the center

and prepared to strike

 

The pain cuts deep of artery pinpricks,

always wanting to be ~ in my time,

and wondering if the next

cup of coffee will do the trick

 

Caffeine, blood and thoughts,

not always the best combination,

like razors and these old envelopes~

which hold the letters,

yellowed like this belligerent sky...

you remember, you sent them

when I was something

(in your life)

 

Now a straight red line calls to me,

"look down," it shouts,

see what you have done to yourself

 

Though I have done nothing,

for I am nothing...(your words, not mine)

under your breath

as you slammed the door behind you

 

And I can not look, for what was

holds my attention... 

besides, it is only a wrist, I have another,

attached to my other hand,

the one holding the razor...

 

one last cup of coffee...I think

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
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Wow.. what was this??????????? powerful but bleak.. :(

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Just one of those days I suppose. :) Thank you Rose
Eye-catching title, soothing flow, interconnected stanzas, make this a nice write :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

I am happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Shivam Murari

11 Years Ago

:)
Well done. :) You've done an excellent job with the tone and the flow of this work. ^_^

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you my sweet friend.
A slightly macabre write from the WC's master of romance. I loved this poem, starting with the title. A hugely entertaining read. THanks for sharing Jack. Outstanding.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much sir. Glad you liked it.
Hmm.... This is pretty dark for you. I can't imagine being so distraught over a lost love to want to kill myself. But, it seems to cross the minds of many jilted lovers. I'm too stubborn to feel I've given someone else that kind of power over my emotional state or destruction of self awareness/worth.
Wickedly dark and well written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend. Purely imagination talking here.
oh, this one is sad and a bit sinister. Loved the use of color - the coiled tangerine light, the belligerent yellow...I grew up in AR. There is nothing more threatening than a yellow sky....
that dark place we can go when someone has done us harm. Its terrifying and real. Well captured in this piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Tammy my friend, thank you, I don't know what else to say. I truly appreciate you.
Caffeine, blood and thoughts... are not totally the best combination. Let us not be slaves of our own sadness.

Nice job, though this is sad. :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you my friend
I agree with, Red. Sometimes the worst pain is inflicted by ourselves, we cause more harm to us than anyone else.

This was a sad, dark write, Jack. Well done

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

I always appreciate your sweet words my friend.
Sometimes the worst pain is what we inflict upon ourselves. Reliving the past hurts leads us to hurt ourselves. Whether physically or mentally blood is drawn just the same. This was sad and dark but evocative.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much my friend.
I recognize that angst and edginess behind wanting so badly to shut the noise up. Coffee is definitely the less of two evils. I love this write up for its honesty and the raw simplicity behind a topic that many don't understand. To hold ones life in their hands is supposed to be a gift. But there are times when we get so torn down, so beaten down that it's hard to remember why we care, why we are supposed to care. I feel that in this piece. This person is teetering on the edge. Thank you for sharing such fighting grace with us through your words. They are well penned.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks ever so much Kristen. I truly appreciate your comments on my poem.

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Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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