you are my drink

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So, today I see a girl as she settles in her chair playing with her hair taking in that starbucks air
Of coffee beans, sweet melodies as they grind and miraculously become liquid and wind in someones mouth teasing their taste buds from impossible perfection.
This bliss, this section of life—where poetry, music and lattees seem like a great abyss of faultlessness.
A dream correct? Just an ordinary coffee joint—nothing too on point
Wrong-see, this is where this girl I speak of, became entwined with the same girl who wrote this.
They became one at this ordinary place
Where everything was paced
In this space was that place
where pleasing was impossible and latte foam massaged my nervousness away
and the kinks in my soul were taken far off, not another day with this
nervousness.

I understand that coffee may just be coffee
But to me,
Its way beyond that
I’m talkin’ about that first sip
Oh please don’t drip I want it all.
I’m talkin’ about that strong mocha that goes to show ya
I simply wan’t your chocolate skin, I mean please make that skim.
I’m talkin’ about those extra hot caramel ribbons beneath your mocha sheets
You taste so damn sweet.
I’m simply talkin’ about you.

You’re are so multi dimensional
Every inch of you is talent in and of itself
You’ve showed me to love this nation
So differently I’ve made some altercations
But I think its okay to wait because I think we’re headed for a station

A station where my flavors mix with yours to make a perfectly satisfying drink
That sinks
Down my tracks and links somewhere in this crazy mix
But I’d hate to jinks anything so
Just be you
Be that flavor they call bold because
It does not mold it holds its shape and refuses to fold
You are my incurable common cold
The one that’s cured with some hot chocolate and makes me feel like I’ve got
Alpine gold
In my soul.

Stay on this ride where curiosity is the fuel
Where there are no exclusionary rules
Just the right tools to be.

Take this train and blend with me
Make it the new drink they’ll call the fruit of the poisonous tree
Where you’ll be the poison and I’ll just be me
Harmonies, sweet melodies, Happily and unity.
The drink that’ll make you say
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
That was just so god damn refreshing.

I am an artist

I take photos and paint on white boards to express that yes I have an offer for you

Wanna know?

I’m not afraid to show my smarts

Because I love

I mean, hey yeah that’s scary but it’s normal to be afraid because-

I am no Mary.

I mean, the Mary the we hail all full of grace

Why not pick up our pace and bitch out those fears.

Tune up those ears and listen.

See, that’s the problem—we don’t listen

Babbling on speaking of things just so we glisten,

Maybe I’ll be more if I yell profanities to show,

You know…

That rebellious vanity in me

Shit!

But I am no liar

I’ll speak truth and nothing but

Maybe I’ll contort the lies and call them so, but remember, this is my god damn youth.

So let me paint you a picture, where I risk spilling acrylics

More than just on paper—where this watercolor will pour from my eyes as I show you that this is more than just idyllic.

It is for real-ish

It’ll take some time but be patient with me

I mean, it is one of the seven virtues

So tell me now and tell me true that I am an artist for me and not for you.

Call me selfish but pardon my language-

youll have to withstand this bitchy-ness if you want to you know…rock with me

you see, I’ll paint you a picture.

But expect to feel confused because this is abstract I do not re-enact or contract I just act,

On the moment

To completely show it.

This offer,

I have one for you-

Take it or forever wonder

Why the hell was I so afraid?

Make yourself, don’t break yourself

Love yourself don’t hate yourself

Be yourself don’t cheat yourself.