Nothing to do
Except stare at the clock
A cup of coffee clasped in my hand
As the minute hand jeers and mocks.
The clouds cover the stars
And I feel myself slip
Another refill from the kitchen
I eagerly take another sip.
Fingers tapping against the desk
Eyes and limbs begin to twitch
Can't stop thinking about what she said
That fat, stupid bitch.
I'm not a failure
I'm not messed up in the head
I'm just a little off, just different,
Fuck, I'm trying to forget what she said.
Pencil in jerky motions against paper
The sketch begins to come alive
I love you, Nellie, and this one's for you
Jesus Christ, I'm so sleep deprived.
I look in the mirror
And see the black under my eyes
Oh, those will go away with more caffiene
Though, I'm sure people are going to ask why.
I'm not a failure
I'm not messed up in the head
Just one more cup of coffee
And then I'll go to bed.
God damn it
Now the clock says six
I think my stomach's starting to feel sick
Apparently caffiene and tears don't mix.
It's not a problem
I just don't want to sleep
But god I hate this shit
Instant coffee is so damn cheap.
I'm pretty sure I'll crash soon
Because it's twelve in the afternoon
But before I know it, thrity two hours have passed
And I find myself staring again at the moon.
Except stare at the clock
A cup of coffee clasped in my hand
As the minute hand jeers and mocks.
The clouds cover the stars
And I feel myself slip
Another refill from the kitchen
I eagerly take another sip.
Fingers tapping against the desk
Eyes and limbs begin to twitch
Can't stop thinking about what she said
That fat, stupid bitch.
I'm not a failure
I'm not messed up in the head
I'm just a little off, just different,
Fuck, I'm trying to forget what she said.
Pencil in jerky motions against paper
The sketch begins to come alive
I love you, Nellie, and this one's for you
Jesus Christ, I'm so sleep deprived.
I look in the mirror
And see the black under my eyes
Oh, those will go away with more caffiene
Though, I'm sure people are going to ask why.
I'm not a failure
I'm not messed up in the head
Just one more cup of coffee
And then I'll go to bed.
God damn it
Now the clock says six
I think my stomach's starting to feel sick
Apparently caffiene and tears don't mix.
It's not a problem
I just don't want to sleep
But god I hate this shit
Instant coffee is so damn cheap.
I'm pretty sure I'll crash soon
Because it's twelve in the afternoon
But before I know it, thrity two hours have passed
And I find myself staring again at the moon.
Author notes
I'm admitting it, I think I have a caffiene addiction. Since Friday morning, I've had nine cups of coffee. It's Saturday night. I slept this afternoon for about three hours, but got right back up and made another cup. Apparently, I draw better when sleep deprived. I actually feel great now that I have this buzz in my system. I feel a lot happier.
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Comments
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aww
i know how u feel im a caffiene addict, but i have mine in the form of REDBULL, energy drinks and COKE!! 
sorry but i HATE coffee :S#
anyhoww well done!! its a great poem! it really explains how it feels when addicted to something stimulating. keep up the good work!

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This is a really good emotion filled poem! Nice job!


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.... uhm.... caffine, eh? Well, I guess it could be worse!


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lol. i'm a coffee adict as well. (i know i can't spell) coffee is good when you need a boost.






