Cup-O-Java

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A Dream by Cup-O-Java, literature

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It seems a silly thing, and it very well could be. Impossible to deny, impossible to defend Lifeless as a lump of clay this sculptor has yet to shape. I never believed in love at first sight- and still I do not. For what I have blindly seen is your soul, bared to me. What I have touched, deftly, with fingers unfeeling The warmth of your words. Plastic face, wire veins, s.o.s through a voice made up of letters. Your face is this, and maskless, Naked - this is you, and this is me also. Ah, but this clay should be stone for as easily as it yeilds to my fingers. Yes, I still do not believe in love at first sight, because

I Have Lost My Essence by Cup-O-Java, literature

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I Have Lost My Essence

I had a bird once It sang to ease my troubled mind She now lays upon the bottom of her cage Her wings sprawled across lotto numbers and high speed chases Printed black and white Her eyes are open in the facade of breath and pulse Her beak is closed as if to prove her Lack of song I'm not sure when I first noticed the absence Of melody, but- I continue to feed and water her, although she Refuses to eat I cannot part with her, Convinced that if I pretend she is She will be

Merry Kilt-mas by Cup-O-Java, literature

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Merry Kilt-mas

How is it that you know Why the trees grow to the left as they do? You laugh without answer and help me paint each leaf a different color. I turn on the radio and hear my poetry Reflected back at me. You nod in time and hand me the cream And sugar for my coffee. How long has it been? Three days - Four Since my fingers met yours inside the spider’s web? How long will it be? Five years – Six Until I can curl my branches around yours And wipe the web away for the here and now? It will happen one day, if the fates So allow. Until then I will watch you hike up your kilt Before pouring me a cup of java.

I Hang in My Mother's Closet by Cup-O-Java, literature

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I Hang in My Mother's Closet

Loosely entwined hanging by a thread torn lace and ripped silk In your quintessential closet. You would don the dress when it was flawless. Now you say the colors, too bright and the ruffles, blemished It is a thing to be destroyed Hidden in the closet Behind the rainbow scarf that the moths have devoured. I will wear it, you say, with a sweater atop or a bright pair of shoes to distract from the whole picture. Until then, it is to remain in the closet with the light dimmed low because I still love it when it's seems what it is not.

To My Sister by Cup-O-Java, literature

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To My Sister

Do you remember? Think back, it's been a while. How many years have passed since We picked flowers from the neighbours gardens and fought over who'd be the 'Pink Power Ranger'? Everything tasted sweeter then When we could get lost in a cartoon land Where we swore we'd never grow up Grow apart and laughed at distance. I miss those days Miss the nothing fights and hopscotch. Is it possible? That we could pick it all up? start over again and laugh like the world would never grow bleak and end? Run with the other kids on the play ground, throwing dirt The sun always shone brighter then. There was never a need

Destruction's Right Hand by Cup-O-Java, literature

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Destruction's Right Hand

Tread not the dust between the trees, Knots and timbre, mists of leaves. For he hides in hollowed oak, Chanting woe to faery folk. It's always winter when he falls, With flaming hand he cries and calls, Blindly roaming frozen land, Clutching tight destruction's hand. And when he looks out from within At limbless foe and wounded kin, The budded flowers hang their head Petals rust and tears are bled. Warm salt dewdrops watch him pass As he bends and breaks each blade of grass.

The Woman at the Window by Cup-O-Java, literature

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The Woman at the Window

Feral, frenzied - pain won't stop Shaking, sobbing hot grief drops. Raven locks of bitter spite Twisted hands of creamy white- Bar her eyes of sensless malice. Ivory sheets, dead walls- her palace. Remembers well the days of yore Called wild ramblings, pitiful lore. Pain and shame of naked grief Father dear, the flower thief. Little match girl in the snow In Wintry pain I'll never know. Bone arms raised, wishing 'if only..' These window eyes were not so lonely.

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A Dream by Cup-O-Java, literature

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I Have Lost My Essence by Cup-O-Java, literature

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I Have Lost My Essence

Merry Kilt-mas by Cup-O-Java, literature

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Merry Kilt-mas

I Hang in My Mother's Closet by Cup-O-Java, literature

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I Hang in My Mother's Closet

To My Sister by Cup-O-Java, literature

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To My Sister

Destruction's Right Hand by Cup-O-Java, literature

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Destruction's Right Hand

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About Cup-O-Java

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Canada
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: In a place that has no name.
Skin of choice: I didn't have much choice in the matter, so mine will have to do.
Favourite cartoon character: Sanzo/Gojyo/Hakkai, Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Vash, Hiro Nakano, Shuichi, Tohma, Shigure, Kyo +MORE
Personal Quote: Those who cannot decide without another nimble tongue to guide are sad and need to grow.

Favourite Visual Artist

ZOEY! ^-^

Favourite Movies

A Clockwork Orange, The Nightmare before Christmas, RENT, V for Vendetta, Donnie Darko

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tegan and Sara, Panic! At the Disco.

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

World Of Warcraft ( we have a love/hate relationship )

Tools of the Trade

Pencils, charcoal, canvas, clay, imagaination, a dash of talent.

Other Interests

Gay rights, strong coffee, poetry, anime and manga, nature, paganism, philosophy, language, Japan...

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Cup-O-Java

Sep 27, 2008

Hmm...

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It seems, ladies and gents, that I am an extremely undesireable individual. As of late. It seems that ever since Mel and I broke up, I've had no luck with women. The girlie mentioned in my previous post is playing the good ole run around game. Hurrah hurrah. Oh well, no huge deal. I am in no rush for a relationship. I have school and rent and lotsa fun stuff on my plate....so I can certainly stand to wait. Another good reason for me to wait....I STILL LOVE YOU MYSTERY GIRL WHOM IS STILL OBLIVIOUS AND UNSEEN BY ME BUT CAPTURED MY SOUL. So, like I said, I can wait. Maybe things will work out for me involving this. Maybe not. Que cera cera.

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Sep 16, 2008

A new beginning

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Well, I am back with my parents, which comes with mixed emotions. They aren't exactly...shall we say....thrilled to have me back, but have agreed to said arrangement until I can find an apartment near to the college that I am applying to. I found a neat little two bedroom duplex in the area that I have inquired about via e-mail just before writing this entry. So..... *fingers crossed ladies and gents* I've met a girl. She is very beautiful and seemingly interested in me. We were supposed to hang out together yesterday, but she was ill and had to cancel. We have a first date planned for the first of the month, and I'll be taking her out to a

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Cup-O-Java

Aug 11, 2008

No Fixed Address

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Alright, I thought I should let my family here know what's going on right now. As the title suggests my life has taken a very interesting turn. I am currently living on a beach, after a blow-out ( mainly caused by my overreacting coupled with clashing personalities and a sllight hangover ) My mother told me she wanted me out of the house and she didn't care where I went, plus she doesn't want me to speak to her. Terry decided to use me as a punching bag after I shot my mouth off ( he actually just slapped my face *not that hard, actually* and pushed me on to the stairs and climbed on me. I punched him in the stomach *What? She finally fig