Coffee. Coffee, COFFEE!
How I love thee so.
When all else has let me down,

You give my heart a go.

When I'm feeling sleepy,
You always wake me up.
Every moment when I rise,
I know that I am loved.

When I'm far away,
The times I need to roam,
All I need's a cup of you
To feel like I'm at home.

Coffee, coffee Coffee!!!
I thank God for you.
What more could a girl ask for
Than you! (and Jesus too).

2010

How fleeting these emotions are,

They trick my troubled heart;

I’m filled with joy I can’t contain,

To see it fall apart.

My heart’s too eager to accept

The love it’s waiting for,

And so instead accepts a fraud

Who’s broken down the door

In hastiness I find myself

Back from whence I came:

Sorrow-filled and all alone

With just a tinge of pain.

Though my head is still confused

As to what will be,

My heart is patient as it must,

I know in time I’ll see.

I know not why I trust in man,

This fickle human breed.

Full trust in God is all that counts.

Surely He is all I need.

"How Are You?"

(also from 2008)

My heart aches for someone close,
With whom I can share my heart;
I feel a desire to whisper secrets with one -
To know they are genuine

This world is so superficial.

I long to tell my dreams to one
Who will both hear and listen.
But I already know such a One.
Should I tell you about Him?

I don’t know.
You seem so superficial.

The voice inside my head convinces,
You won’t want to hear.
Why waste my time?
“I’m fine!” I reply.
  
I’m so superficial.

"One poor sonnet will kill it stone dead"

"I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love."
"I thought poetry was the food of love?"
"Of a fine, stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead."
 -Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Many times my writing comes out in the form of poetry. Sometimes the lines rhyme and I find myself speaking in perfect iambic pentameter, and in other instances I find myself writing "freestyle" in a way that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I rarely share these poetic verses with anyone, partly because of my lack of confidence in my skill as a poet, and partly because I don't want to kill any friendships "stone dead" due to my terrible writing of verses. However, after going through several years' worth of poems, I came to the conclusion that some are meant to be shared. So I hope I don't kill off any "vague inclinations", and perhaps someone may even enjoy one of these that I hesitatingly call poems. I'll start with the earliest ones, and hopefully you'll notice that they improve a bit over time.

Here is one from 2008:

Friends may come, and friends may go.

Some leave quickly, Others slow

But by and by they all are part

Of what I am,

my piece of art,

necessities that fill my heart

Some only linger for a while

And it may only be their smile

That tells me who they really are-

They are my friend,

For me they care,

Even if a short time we share

But some friends stick like glue, you see

And many last eternally

They are the ones that mean the most

They’re always there,

Despite what goes.

They are the jam upon my toast.

But whether near or far or wide,

Right next door or across the tide,

Friends are what grow,

Teach, and love me.

They influence who I am becoming;

They put that warm feeling inside my tummy.