If alcohol is liquid courage,
then coffee must be liquid luck-
tall and skinny, bottled up.
Drawing energy from what seems to be nonexistent,
-but we all know according to
the law of conservation of energy (humanity) that that can’t be true-
giving and giving until the container is empty,
and all that is left are the stray drops on the inside that no one bothers
Does coffee hold its own symptoms?
It must, mustn’t it?
For how can something give away that which it did not in the first place posses?
Its the reason I go to bed before it gets really dark, and the reason I get up before dawn
Its the reason the prevailing winds are my favourite topic of conversation, and why my wetsuits are my my most consistent fashion statement
Its the one thing that keeps me sober and relatively sane these days, surfing saves my life...my healthiest addiction by far.
I realized today ...
A lie is just like a cigarette.
It doesn't take a big extreme spark to get started.
It doesn't take a big extreme lie to cause pain.
And then it starts to burn away, sometimes at an alarming rate.
Even the little ones hurt and cause pain.
Always ending at the butt.
Always ending with someone feeling like they got kicked in the butt.
There is no such thing as a little white lie or a healthy cigarette don't ask me why.
Lies have no color, nor can they pick sides, cigarettes don't care if they take your life.
No one even cares for the reason why.
They just wish you didn't lie or smoke cause they want you in their life.
Yet for some reason people do them all...
Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.
I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.
I don't exactly know why I'm here. A long time ago, someone mentioned 'lettrs' to me so here I am.
Anyway I am just going to pour my heart out now. I don't exactly know what's happening to me. I am a guy in my mid-20's. About 2 years ago, I was this care free, fuck the world kind of guy in college. I didn't give a damn about my studies as I was forced into selecting my career path and everything. I once had a dream though, to serve my country, but being the only child, my parents didn't allow me to go, after I finished my school. And I think I missed my only opportunity there because even when I tried getting into the armed forces after that somehow or the other I failed. Some...
25 days and counting....
25 days since I smoked my last cigar....
I smoked because of the pain.
I smoked because of the stress.
I smoked because I felt sick.
I smoked because I was sad.
The pain always remains, smoking never cured it.
The stress is still there, smoking never relieved it.
Smoking didn't cure my illness.
Smoking didn't make me happy.
(* Since I have stopped smoking I have craved tacos. I have eaten tacos every day since. If not tacos, some.form of Mexican food.)
I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything. I could hear all of it though. It felt so awful, so disappointing to be in that condition. To feel that helpless and disgusted by yourself. I had tested my boundaries in the most thoughtless way, had wronged my body, my soul, my being. I had absolutely disembodied all I stand for and represent. What was I doing? What had i thought this would lead to that I so carelessly and irresponsibly tried it?
Drinking had always been fun to me, something to make me less serious, less constrained inside as I'm very much gathered together (overthinking always works in weird ways, sometimes too extreme). However, I was aware of my limits. Always had been. Always ...
I Hate It !!
I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you curl your hair.
I hate the way you drive me crazy
and I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb high heel shoes
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick
and even makes me rhyme,
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even
worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
And something that wouldn't last
was never meant at all.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit,
not even at all.
Shit on the walls
Shit on the floors
Shit on the windows
Shit on the doors
Shit on the handles
Shit on the stairs
Shit on the tables
Shit on the chairs
Shit in the shower
Shit in the sinks
Shit in the toilet
And that shit stinks
Shit in the bed
Shit in the closet
There ain't much around kids
Without shit on it.
Shit and more shit
All over the place
And they just stand there smiling
With shit on their face
Autumns chilled mornings
A perfect time for musing
And steaming coffee.
Oh, to sit outside on a fall morning with my journal and a cup of coffee. Best way to start the day.
#ChilledMornings #SteamingCoffee #CMNovChallenge
When i am with you :
Hours feel like seconds .
I Smile very often .
Summer feels a little cooler .
Coffee tastes a little sweeter .
I laugh a little harder .
My Heart beats a little faster .
And Sometimes when i am with you ,
i can't see myself . i can only see you .
I drink until I forget the memories, until I forget you ever existed, until I feel the numbness take over me and at that empty feeling moment it is all good but sobriety slaps me in the face to soon, always to soon.
Mi mayor vició...
Mi mayor vició tiene nombre y apellido.
No la puedo dejar, la amo con locura.
Por más que lo intento, por más que me alejo siempre, siempre regreso.
Fumar; acaba con mis pulmones. Tomar; acaba con mi riñón pero tú, tú consumes mi corazón.
Cuando estamos juntas eres como una adición. Me embriago con tu olor, me drogo con tu sabor, me pierdo en tu mirada, y siempre quiero más de ti.
Me gustaría poder quedarme y consumirte hasta que me mates. Pero como todo vició, como toda adición, lo único que hago es lastimar a los que están alrededor.
Somos tal para cual y en ti podría vivir. Me haces sentir, me haces vibrar, me haces volar y soñar. Cuando estas cerca no me puedo...
I hope everyone had a safe and adventurous Halloween!
Somehow a coffee
Is perfect in the morning!
Somehow a coffee
Is utterly charming!☕️✨✨✨
Ishq ka libaz behad haseen hota hai....
Jisko milta hai wo kadar nahi karta or jisko nahi milta wo rota hai....
zindgi bhi rangeen mushayra hai dilwalo ka....
jiski mehfil me bewafa bhi khoob taliya baja jatay hai....
Rangmanch hai ye mohobbat ki shaam ka....
na jaane log isme bhi kyu politics khel jatay hai....
uper se to aapke apne banke dikhatay hai....
or moka miltay hai aapke liye hi politics khel jatay hai ..... 😘😍
I walked into a room today
And found a good man had gone away
All he had was just one day
How grateful for that he was
He was short but he stood tall
Man he definitely done it all
Now and then I would give him a call
And I'll never forget because
I met him in his reality
I remember things he would say to me
As he sat in a chair so comfortably
A chair that he had earned
He'd sit and talk about his day
In a grateful happy friendly way
Always knowing he was there to stay
With all the things that he had learned
An old man of twenty years or more
Who remembered walking through the door
He knew what he had done it for
It was the best that he could do
With a cookie and a cup of...