All this was original. Nothing inspired me to write this.
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Dear Coffee,
Mornings aren't the same without you,
I always think of you, like a weird cue,
You make me smile from ear to ear,
nothing in this world tastes more dear,
The warmth on my lips,
CATS
At yout house
Taking your space
Cannot sit down
Acting CRAZY
Taking of of the couches
(Look at the first letter of each word (( not this one))
It’s hard trying to protect a cityThat doesn’t want your helpTheir trust and respect had diedWith the unarmed menWho wore the same uniform as I am
She was darkness, she was light,
She was beauty in my sight.
She was mad and stressed,
She was sad and soon became depressed.
That girl is my rock, She is my raft,
While the sun rises and sets with its comity,
We continue to make the same mistakes and break amity,
With no other person that ourselves.
Remember to yourself that circumstances and conditions lay upon you,
Pops, you watch too much TV.
I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,
That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.
Pops,
Looking back to the memory, it was warm and sweet.
Peach skies filled with little birds as they travel their way home.
I have nothing to write about
I have been staring at a white screen for fifteen grueling minutes and I still have nothing to write about
Inspiration is everywhere
And I am looking around for something
The past is my darkness.The great future is my light.As the great stars of the night.Standing on still water.Which is harder?A drip of water or a mountain's rock.
