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Array ( [sid] => 122147 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Shattered Coffee Mug [time] => 2006-06-22 18:21:38 [hometext] => *This poem isn't about a coffee mug...it's how I've been feeling lately. I sometimes feel as if I've been replaced* [bodytext] => I was there for you early in the morning.
As you rose from your bed in your pink nightgown,
I was being filled with Folgers.
And you would come down and drink from me,
and I'd savor that intoxicating kiss,
that your husband so loves.

You'd take me to the bathroom,
and my contents would steam as you got your shower.
And I'd joyfully wait for another kiss.

And at the end of the day,
you'd rinse me out,
and put me on the counter top.
I'd wait for the next morning with joyful anticipation.

And that's when I felt something cold.
One night, after you went to bed.
I was asleep, when I felt the summer wind,
just after a rainstorm,
carrying with it the sands of time.

It blew me towards the edge of the counter top.
And I looked back on my life.
The addicting aroma of my contents.
The feel of your hands carressing my body.
And just before I shatter, as I fall to the floor,
I remember your kiss.

In the morning you came and swept up my pieces.
And put me in this garbage bag to rot.
Just before your husband takes out the trash,
I look at the counter top.
To find a new coffee mug,
sitting in my place.

Steaming with a full glass of coffee.
I watch you bring it to your lips,
and kiss it so softly,
the way you once did me.
And I feel as if I could cry.

...I love you...
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The Shattered Coffee Mug

Contributed by thepizzaguy on Thursday, 22nd June 2006 @ 06:21:38 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

I was there for you early in the morning.
As you rose from your bed in your pink nightgown,
I was being filled with Folgers.
And you would come down and drink from me,
and I'd savor that intoxicating kiss,
that your husband so loves.

You'd take me to the bathroom,
and my contents would steam as you got your shower.
And I'd joyfully wait for another kiss.

And at the end of the day,
you'd rinse me out,
and put me on the counter top.
I'd wait for the next morning with joyful anticipation.

And that's when I felt something cold.
One night, after you went to bed.
I was asleep, when I felt the summer wind,
just after a rainstorm,
carrying with it the sands of time.

It blew me towards the edge of the counter top.
And I looked back on my life.
The addicting aroma of my contents.
The feel of your hands carressing my body.
And just before I shatter, as I fall to the floor,
I remember your kiss.

In the morning you came and swept up my pieces.
And put me in this garbage bag to rot.
Just before your husband takes out the trash,
I look at the counter top.
To find a new coffee mug,
sitting in my place.

Steaming with a full glass of coffee.
I watch you bring it to your lips,
and kiss it so softly,
the way you once did me.
And I feel as if I could cry.

...I love you...

Copyright © thepizzaguy ... [ 2006-06-22 18:21:38]
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Re: The Shattered Coffee Mug (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Thursday, 22nd June 2006 @ 07:22:21 PM AEST
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This was great ...I love coffee..and I have a favorite mug too.
I know this is a metaphor...and a good one!!!

Re: The Shattered Coffee Mug (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 22nd June 2006 @ 08:30:01 PM AEST
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Masterful storytelling abilities 'n' word smithery! Vivid emotions gently expressed through the mind of a coffee cup. Wow. Ya did it well, pard.

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy

Re: The Shattered Coffee Mug (User Rating: 1 )
by KaylaB on Thursday, 22nd June 2006 @ 10:55:09 PM AEST
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I am very sorry to hear that you have been replaced like you'r love was nothing to you'r other. but for you to be able to write such an awsome poem with so much meaning and take it like a man i would have to say stay strong.. i know im only a teen but honestly i know how you feel because it happens to everyone sooner or later. hopefully things get better for you! always and forever, Kayla

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