Tuesday, April 26, 2011

An Ode to Coffee, My Friend and My Lasting Addiction

Oh coffee how you keep me going everyday,
Let me count the numerous ways you help me.
When I must be awake and feel beaten to death,
You power me and revive me with your energy.

Through the spin cycle of school and work,
You keep me alive through everything that I do.
Without you I would not have the energy I need,
I crave you each morning and "sleepwalk" to you.

My nights of inadequate sleep are made easier;
Thanks to you I can complete my tiring tasks.
I thank you for guiding me these last few years.
You are more than a cup or three that I drink.

You also are my last remaining addiction I have.
As a lifetime addict to some substance or thing,
I drink you even on days I am simply at home.
I enjoy and crave your taste, smell, and affect.

I get a headache when I wait too long for you,
I feel too sleepy without your thunderbolt jolt.
I sometimes have trouble winding down at night,
If I drink you too late or too much during the day.

I have to have at least one cup to get through it all,
But I have days where I drink more than I should.
You power over me is as strong as one to a friend.
You get me through every task that I do each day.

I tried to quit before, but then I feel tired and icky.
I also feel the pull to do worse things to get the high.
So I keep you around to keep me straight and clean.
Thank you for being there through these long days.

For now I plan on keeping you around everyday,
No plans to take you out of my morning routine.
I will try hard to limit my cups of you each day.
I am not ready to let go of your jittery energy.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Becoming A Success Is Not Easy!

I keep falling down to the ground.
Falling down into the vast darkness.
I feel so worn, torn, and defeated.

My life keeps pushing my buttons.
I cannot catch a single break lately.
As I navigate through this huge mess.

I feel like I am a walking train wreck.
I try be positive and upbeat each day,
But my life keeps pushing me down.

I long to be smart and successful.
I keep trying to go somewhere better,
But all the signs are telling me I can't.

I am not meant to ever do any better.
I don't care what these naysayers say.
I am going to keep working on me.

I am not giving up on improving me.
I will not stop being a better person.
I feel I am a better woman this way.

I will do better than others expected.
I will make it out of the lower end.
I am going to do well and help others.

I am not persuing education and work,
Just to become a rich, arrogant snob.
I want to have the knowledge to help.

If you cannot accept my changing life,
Then you can just go screw yourself.
Get out of here and don't come back.

I don't need unsupportive morons here.
You are just jealous and wish it was you.
You will not get off of your lazy behind.

You sit and wait for good things to come.
I have a news flash for you lazy lowlifes.
Nothing good comes without a price tag.

If you want your life to be a better place,
Then you will need to take active actions.
No one is going to do it all for you here.

However, we all can be successes in life.
We all can do good in our unique ways.
Let us support each other like a family.

We all can work towards good goals.
We all have it in us to be decent people.
We just need to be willing to work hard.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Subway Ride

After work I rush down the stairs at the subway station,
I see a troubled man clothed in rags stained with dirt.
He starts asking for some money so he can eat tonight.

I quickly and carefully place some money in his hand;
While I do this, I guard my purse like a watch dog.
Some scumbags like to steal from others down here.

Then he thanks me and we board the crowded car.
Rush hour is upon us, so everyone is in a big rush.
We both go our separate ways and I hope he is ok.

I wonder whether he will have a place to sleep tonight,
or if the cold, filthy pavements outside are his only bed.
No roof or walls to call a home and no clean water.

I wonder if he will be able to grab any food after tonight,
or if he can find warmer clothes that are clean to wear.
After all, it is winter and the streets are as cold as Alaska.

Since I am not sure what else I can do now that he is gone,
I pray for him and hope for the best for him and for others.
I know he is not the only homeless person around here.

As I go home tonight on the subway I am also thankful.
Thankful for everything that I have been given in this life.
While others out there are struggling to survive in the dark.