Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Just Coffee

Notice me you cute little shit! I think before ordering my coffee. I take a glance at the corner even though I know he’s still there.
I grab my cuppa and sit down at my normal table pulling out my laptop, going through the motions to start my homework because my brain is in shambles.
I exasperatedly whisper to myself, “What do I even do?” I notice a shadow fall over my computer.
“You could start by saying hi?”
Startled, I close my laptop. Why the hell did I just? “Oh hi,” I say tentatively, “I’m Caroline.”
“I’m Mark,” he sits down. “What were you doing?” he asks and points at my closed laptop.
“I was just starting on an assignment for one of my classes.” I am suddenly hyper aware of every one of my movements, so I put my hands around my coffee cup to appear less awkward, “and you?” I remove one hand from the cup to point at his things still at the other table.
“Nothing terribly exciting” he says, then taking a sip of his coffee.
“I should probably get back to work” I wrench my hands off of my coffee and open my laptop, giving them something to do.
“See you next week?”
“Of course”
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I walk in the door and look over to his table, as always. He’s not there. I frantically glance around as I walk up to the cashier. He’s sitting at my table today.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Broken


It’s possible I was going slightly insane
The heat, the hill, the island
All possible contributions
To this ridiculous mental state

Now that I’m home
I don’t know what to think.
Is this just part of ‘the rule’?
Or is it just another exception?

‘The Rule’.
5 to start, 9 in the middle, 3 to end,
We rate you.
It rarely fails me.

I think it has for the second time ever.
I sit here with butterflies in my stomach
While glancing over to make sure
You’re real

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Scoop Me Up


I wish we fell asleep.
The lights had been turned out
But our paranoia of being seen laying on the couch
Prevented us from doing so.

My self deprecation is lessened by your laughter
until I remember I’m not photogenic and I feel
like I should’ve smashed your phone for that picture

I still wanted you to scoop me up, however.
Naturally, I assumed I’d live through.
I deserved to know one thing: ‘did you know.’

Looking up at the stars hoping that the shattered trust
wont be outweighed by the chemistry I believe we have.
The forgiveness I want, isn’t going to happen, is it?

This goddamn circumstance.
I’m convinced she is jealous,
but I must contemplate the truth.



assignment: come up with a constraint, create a poem. 
my constraint: pick 5 songs, take 5 words from each song, and incorporate those words into the poem
i used words from the songs on Julia Nunes' I Think You Know EP