coffee poem thing

Coffee time, rest time
Relaxing with a late
Caffeinated bliss

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Writer's Block

Are my fingers missing

Or maybe my whole are.

If they are not

Then why aren't letters appearing?

My mind is blank,

Empty as an Ikea

After a 50% off sale.

But my mind isn't completely empty,

It thinks about odd think,

If an Ikea could ever become empty.

I can only think,

Not concentrate.

Despite the task it will never be finished.

Storm of Life

Clouds cover the sky
Rain, and hail
Thunder, and Strikes of
Lightning as fast as life,
Flashing before your eyes.
You can't hold on
Without a second of calm
It must be getting worse
Roars echo through the sky
Just when you think it can't get worse.
Roars louder,
You're in it's mouth,
About to take a bite.
Hallucinating Ghost's.
Visions fade.
It's all in your head.

Sadness Haiku

What a damaged soul,
Sitting there in the corner,
Tears come to his eyes.

Mother's Day Poem

So much depends

Upon

A loving, caring

Mother

With many tasks

Todo

Caring for her

Children

All The Troubles of the World

Ms. Hancock was a cake.
She was sweet, and soft.
When people were down,
she made you feel better.
But like all cakes they parish.
They get eaten or rot.
Sometimes they just get forgotten.
But they are always missed.
The sweetest things never last.