Temptations

Mouth full of sandwich

"Eat fresh, eat healthy," they say

Daydreaming of fries 

Finals Week

Writing a haiku

It's cold and finals are due

Procrastination

Meatball Sub

Oh, my meatball sub

My dearest friend, meatball sub

Must you burn my mouth?

Coffee Time

Heads droop sleepily

Veins pure of sweet stimulus

Not enough coffee

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Machine's bitter brew

Whirring and purring away

Grants my cup of Joe

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Cold bones rise slowly

Achingly heed their habit

Down a warmth potion

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(LOL, I did this in MS Paint)

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Sky Silk

It was warm the night
The sky silk descended
To lie upon the grass contrite
And left the moon empty scented

Later, the puffs would cry
And early that next morning,
The wind would shudder and sigh,
The salty dew left in mourning

The tart taste of tragedy
Stuck to the backs of throats
An unmoving and firm gravity
Weighed down on empty coats

It was warm the night

The sky silk descended

A child screamed in delight

A fun festival intended

Ten thousand of the faceless

In a moment ended in a flash

Would suddenly coalesce

And, in collection, swallow ash

Later, the puffs would cry

Great stinging droplets

That never did learn to fly

So unlike any of the rockets

It was warm the night

The sky silk descended.



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