As I roll out of bed, sheets unmade
I look around, yet find no aid.
My foot gets caught and I fall
I hear a snap, and begin to crawl.
I wonder to myself, is this a dream?
Perhaps I’d believe, if I didn’t scream.
I reach for my coffee while out of bed
Whoops, down goes the coffee on my head.
The heat would be refreshing, if it didn’t burn.
My, oh my, when will I ever learn?
Let it be told and not unsaid,
this is why I never get out of bed.
An Ode to Coffee
Oh, coffee, so bitter and sweet
A hero, to rescue those in defeat
When dreams end, you are there
You are a drink, most fair
But you shall be warned, never reheat.
My second attempt at a poem. I’m currently playing around with different formats and seeing what I like most; as they say, practice makes perfect! I also want to try writing more fiction, however, I am currently researching how to write stories, so it’ll be a bit before I try my hands at it again; it also makes me feel a little awkward and dorky, but hey, nothing wrong with being a dork. Next week I should have another post (it’s at 400 words right now) and I’m keeping it a secret as to not spoil the surprise. I also have a Patreon now, so feel free to support a recent college grad if you can spare a dollar a month. If not, that’s ok, I can still afford rice and potatoes.
To the Moon 
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