2005-2006 - In my creative writing class in my senior year we had to write a poem describing something. I picked Coffee. Strange choice maybe... But I had to come up with as many things I could to describe what coffee meant to me. Use as many metaphors, similes, etc; basically I went nuts.
The smell of coffee hits like trance.
Hands collide in harmony,
Watching chestnuts disintegrate out of fire.
Antique books think of nothing but suicide,
Nightmare rocks the magic marker.
Graffiti bounces off sidewalks
Pulsating thunder
As the world embraces flow.
Drums surge like feathers.
Vigorous, but gracious,
I see an album of memories
Blissfully floating on December nights.
Love tastes warm, and certain,
Icicles keep ripping to shreds
As the poison feeds on my pocket book.
But I must say,
If this is perfect winter,
Then toxic gulps never tasted so good.