Category: Latte Concoctions

Over Coffee and Goodbyes

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Photo Poetry, Poetry, Semi Poetry

Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —

Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.

Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting.  That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.

To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.

She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.

Then one lifetime without her.

Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?

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Never Stop.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Photo Poetry, Poetry, Semi Poetry

Listen closely.

Do you hear the familiar lines of our song?

She asks.

Do you want to dance?

I smile.

Do we take it slow?

She leans in.

Do I hold her?

Listen again.

Is that her voice calling me home?

Or is that us saying goodbye?

Listen.

Linger.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Latte Concoctions, Poetry

That first moment.

She saw this girl, walking towards her direction.

Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say.

Butterflies, fluttering in a  million different ways.

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Dream Sequence.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Poetry

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One look. One touch. One kiss.

Our first. My first. Her first.

Her eyes. Her lips. Her scent.

I breathe. I lived. I thirst.

She inhaled. She shivered. She moaned.

We fell. We craved. We loved.

Bets off. All in.

Happenstance.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Semi Poetry

Pause.

She slips.

You hug tighter.

Breathe.

She falls.

You catch faster.

Repeat.

She cries.

You hold longer.

Think.

She leans.

You kiss deeper.

Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Poetry, Semi Poetry

Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

Any Given Moment.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Poetry

Move, closer.

Inhale, deeper.

Exhale, faster.

Listen, quietly.

Dance, slowly.

Bite, gently.

Kiss, hungrily.

Hold, tightly.

Never, fall.

Don’t, let go.

A Distant Ruin

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Poetry, Semi Poetry

How could one not believe?

Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time.

Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss.

How could one question life’s existence?

Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith.

I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty.

How could one still have doubts?

The ancient bells tolled, as the wind swayed with ease.

Closing my tear drenched eyes, with a whisper of thy name.

How does one say goodbye?

If Tonight.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Poetry

Most times,  I wondered — how does a smile, a slight nudge, a tight hug can drastically change my hellish day?

How often do I have to rethink, rewrite, rewind just to be able to translate these thoughts to words whenever I think about you?

How do I stop from reaching over, kissing you and  just forget the silly fight we had both lost?

How my hand would fit into yours, without casting any shadow of doubt?

Most times, I wondered — how nothing ever made any sense, but your coming into my life did?

Lost In Her.

Posted on by Ice Canicosa in Of Chasing Raindrops, Poetry

Waking up beside you after an excruciating day, makes me believe that I can survive yet another lifetime.