Ode To a Venti - A Bit Of Poetry

Oh Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha, you are my friend. Your sweet chocolate and caramel remind me of simpler times. When as a child I would frolic and play. I would run with my friends to the ice cream truck in the hot central-valley sun awaiting the vast array of treats within. Yes, simpler times.

Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha, your espresso wafts through the early-morning air. The sweet perfume permeates all that is around it. Harmoniously, beckons me with its song of indulgence. The espresso reminds me that I have grown up and the the simpler times are left to only memory and the short time that we have together Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha. You blend the old and new so perfectly.

Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha, your cup glints the first light off of it's lid. It sits there, magical brew contained within. The design will last through the ages.

Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha, you are truly a work of art.



Pepto-Bismol, you are the true friend who stays long after the fun is gone. You are the friend that lets me know that things will be ok long after the Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha is gone. Pepto Bismol, through drought and storm you have helped me continue to walk when I could not stand anymore. You are why I can still have my silly Triple-Venti-Caramel-Mocha.

Thank you my friends. You help me through my day.

The Intensity and the Rush Were the Lie

In mere seconds,
I circle the edge of the deep end
the cement is slick
the water laps against the tile and stone overflowing
I feel the cold bitterness edging my feet.

I hear the lifeguard yell a warning
I hear a parent tell me to heed their cry
I hear the slap of the ground against my feet
I feel the chill between my toes.

I can't stop running, the joy of it all seems so significant.
I dodge past people and obstacles, running for more.
all the while the water beckons,
all the while it creeps beneath my feet
and causes me to slip.
I feel a blow

I hear a circling of water.
all the while it had beckoned me, it was hushed,
it was quiet, I was unaware.
Now it circles my nostrils, it surrounds me.
It pulls me deeper, it holds me captive.
Holds me silent.

I hear splashes, I hear yells
I feel the water falling away,
I feel the hands of those who would pull me up.
Breathe.

I lay upon the cement while the water drips from my fingertips.

Gravity

So I looked out the window and decided to write something.
Tell me what you think... and what you think it's about.

I may just end up telling you. :P

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I feel the weight pulling down.
I am constantly being added to.
heavier and heavier
I am unable to float any longer
The burden of growing is too much to bear

Now I fall
hurtling
down
down
faster and faster

gaining speed
I am blown by the cold wind
left and right
faster and faster

I see where my destiny lies
I see the end of my travels
My path is set.
and with a crash my journey is over

I feel the weight pulling down
I am constantly being added to
until the warmth comes and it begins again.