Coffee obsessive more like passive aggressive
- 10:27 PM
- By Jazmine Cartwright
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The first time in a pretentious coffee bar…
You make the mistake of asking for sugar.
Don’t drink the coffee with sugar
I’ve stood here and worked my ass off for you to put sugar in it … try it first.
You gulp it like there is an imaginary gun against your head
That’s not how you do it
Slurp it instead of gulp it!
You should have let it cool for 23 minutes
You’re not allowed to drink it yet!
You observe the yummy mummies with their three and a half grand prams
and their designer babies.
And shyly inquire about lids
LIDS trap moisture and makes the coffee SWEAT and cry tears of peasant
The coffee tastes like shit so you read the house beans description
Don’t stand too close to the beans
They have a certain energy that gets altered by people like you.
An Aston Martin and a porche pulls up outside.
These people do not look like coffee experts
but have clearly got a share in the business.
Hello charles how are you today. Your usual with sugar and a lid?
You take a step closer to the door
Why are you leaving? I spent 3 hours meditating with these beans and the goat god that blesses the milk before I steam it’s silky liquid .
What milk do you use. Your voice shrinks to a squeak
We only use goat milk that has been squeezed freshly, precisely 632 metres up the mountain.
And trust me the goat warned me of all your instant coffee sins
before I smelt you come in.
OH PISS OFF… get a life your coffee is shit
I don’t remember much of my childhood
The things that were memorable
Aren’t apparently real...
Like when my dad & I
Saw a fairy in the forest
& no one believed us
Because I was a child
& he was crazy...
But we knew what we saw...
Before he died I asked him
About the fairy in the forest
& he told me the story
From start to finish
Just Like I had remembered it
He sits on the sofa
Sleeps on the sofa
Smokes on the sofa
For days
Every day is the same
For 40 years
He often calls suicide
But even suicide
Doesn’t want to speak to him
Suicide doesn’t pick up the phones
He is a father of two
But that doesn’t change anything
Not to them anyway
They are still kids in his mind
In his memories
But they grew up
Before his eyes
I think that my worst habit
Is something small
But fairly annoying
It’s not something
You would really notice
Unless we lived together
Kieran hates it...
But
I leave half of my drinks
Coke cans
Tea
Coffee
Lucozade bottles
Things go cold or flat
So I’ll buy or pour
Another one
& the cycle begins again
Here...
Let me turn around
So it’s easier for you to stab me
In the back
Or kick me to the ground
If it makes life easier
I could kill myself
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever’s good for your health
It doesn’t matter how I feel
Does it?
Why & when did black cats
& the number 13
Become unlucky?
Who created these superstitions
& are they even a thing?
Has anyone actually had 7 years
Of bad luck
After breaking a mirror?
Did anyones mothers back break?
After they stepped on a crack
On the pavement?
Walking under a ladder
Or being inside
& opening an umbrella
What is going to happen?
I’ve had so much bad luck
& good luck in my life
That I may even tempt fate
Cake crumbs on a table
Leading to a man
Sugar twirling round
Some filters
On the floor
They’ve ran
In the Americano
The lemon hits stick
For the table was made messy
By a 50-year-old kid
An untouchable salad on the table in front of him
He shakes pushes it forwards then shakes again
I wonder how long he has left to live
No blue lips or red cheeks so his liver is okay
But he’s avoiding eating and shaking like it’s minus 12 degrees
He’ll be shaking his way out soon
My Life In Blog Form: 21/06/2024 (2/2)
- 11:06 PM
- By Jazmine Cartwright
- 0 Comments
Hey again gang!
Okay I feel loads better because...
The full list of poems in books: 'Upgrade' & 'Rebirth' are uploaded to my site!
YAYYYYYY!!!
So everything is here. You can give it a little look through or you know... Buy the book?
For now they are just tagged under the title of the book but I will eventually create seperate tags and put them into themes. For example: 'Poems about grief', 'Poems about love', 'Anti-government poems' e.t.c.
I will also be uploading some unreleased and unseen poems!
Yay...
Also side note, I just remembered I left some cakes at work that I wanted to bring home :( grrrr
Anywayyyy,
Speak soon,
Jazmine :)
My therapist & I sat opposite
Each other today
But...
This week was different
I spoke at 100 mph
About all the positives
That had happened in 7 days
My book is done
I’ve learnt about boundaries
Said no to socialising when I’ve been tired
Reconnected with old friends
& my past who just wanted a chance
To be herself
Unbothered
& happy
Now I’m free to be who I want to be
Living life through poetry
Verbally
Ready for the third book & the fourth
Ready to do things that I want
Without over explaining
Or people pleasing
I’m ready to listen
To my brain & body
Work on my health
& manifest wealth
To be the best version of myself
Because
This is the beauty of rebirth
Hidden gems in the corners
Of a village
They wink at the creatives
And stay hidden from the puppets
The gems become demolished
Rubble with peeping weeds
Snaking through the cracks
Blending in with overgrown trees
I refuse to be part of this
Left vs right
Bullshit
This
Tory vs Labour
Crap
We either agree or we don’t
But if we don’t
That’s cool
Cause
I don’t wanna argue with you
Let us instead instigate
A healthy debate
We can discuss the ins and outs
Of your religion
& I’ll still be your mate
I’m reading the bible at the moment
& I don’t agree with anything I’ve read yet
I’ve written notes in pencil
And underlined pieces with captions of
WTF?!?!?!
But I’m still reading it
So we can discuss Christianity
And I’ll know what you mean
We won’t fight over disagreements
Just discuss it in depth
See most people get defensive
Out of fear...
Fear of appearing stupid
Or dumb
Or unintelligent
Before you judge or laugh
Maybe you should just ask
What’s going on
Cause an ear to listen is much nicer than
Belittling someone
What I’m saying is
We all have it tough
& choose a different way to cope
We get angry & sad
We can disagree
We get mad
Because we’re human
But please
Don’t put humans in a ring
& ask them to fight
Don’t egg them on
Just quietly ask
If they’re alright
A vicious cycle of writing a book
I get so far until my brain
Switches off
10 poems left
& I’ve gone all soft
Why did the brutal &
Honest words
Get lost?
I want the book done
It’s taken so long
I’ve got future plans
But that’s all wrong
Come on brain
Tune into your energy
Change the channel
Find the best frequency
I hear a crackle and everything is silent
Social battery is gone
The creativity has
Turned violent
Static sounds
Talking mouths
Pause, play, rewind
programmes to find
Brain washing by the government
Watch, learn, repeat
You have no say in your actions
Everything is a distraction
They see that you are weak
Victim mentality attracts villains
To screw you over
It gives them the okay to
Come into your life
When you’re trying to heal
They drain your energy
Drain your wallets
Drain your confidence
Vampires are real
And then you thank them
Because you think that
They helped make you
But the only thing they made you
Was look like a fucking fool
So fuck you
You fucking fucks
A fool I am no more
My eyes are more open
Than
My arms ever were
For you
Daffodils in a vase
Half full
Half empty
Half air
People argue over the amount of water
But these flowers are dead
No amount of
Half full
Half empty
Will bring these flowers back to life
Instead of talking about
Living conditions
Open your fucking eyes
Abortion is a difficult word to say
Because
No matter what
We will always be fighting
Pro-choice versus pro-life
Who will win
Who is right
Tory versus Labour
And black versus white
I am sick of racism and shit
Because it’s 2023 and you’re still worried about
Someone else’s skin colour
What is wrong with ya
We’re exhausted
Hearing about complaints left right and centre
Because you’re not living how they want you to live
I repeat
You’re
Not living how
They
Want
You
To live
Gotta pay for water and energy bills
You want a holiday
Good luck
It’s gonna cost you a hell of a lot
Don’t forget to ask your boss
For some time off
Because you’re not free
You never have been
Nor will you ever be
Listen to the authority
Rules are in place for safety
Be a law abiding citizen
Don’t question the governments decision
Fight back and you’ll die in prison
Leave your job you’ll face eviction
Never voice your opinion
Befriend submission
Take your fluoride prescription
Have your vaccination
Watch television
Watch television
Watch
Television
Watch
Out
If you want something mundane...
Keep following their orders
try to be different
Become your biggest supporter
Look out of a window
Nature may be holding
The right info
Pay attention
To all the times that you struggled
When you felt low
The bigger picture is mostly
Moral Panic
If you’re not clued up
My poetry sounds dramatic
Please I beg you
Just give living a try
the changes will be drastic
Stop your brain from being fried
delete the news apps
And remove fake friends
Give freedom a chance
It’s up to you
To choose
How your story starts and ends
And then it hit me
Like a fucking train
Going so fast that I hardly had a second to breathe
People pleasing had been my life
Pleasing my family
friends
boss
I was so caught up in how to act
Who to be
And I lost me
When the schools taught us to respect authority figures and keep our heads down and shut the fuck up
And I listened because that’s how my grandparents taught me to be…
Respectful
But there’s a different between being respectful and
Being a slave
Yet no one gets it
When are we all gonna wake up?
Debunk myth with this shit that is gripping the NATION,
As much as I would like to believe, three shots of vodka won’t help this SITUATION.
The sun comes out, we suffer in ISOLATION.
No visitors or guests, no COMMUNICATION.
Nothing seems to be aiding to our FRUSTRATION.
Is this virus a manmade CREATION?
Unemployment and global DEFLATION.
World leaders are evil, they lie through DICTATION.
Why are people more concerned with COVID than STARVATION?
2020 is a victim of award-winning CANCELLATION,
We haven’t been given any confirmation,
When can we finish with a celebration?
Gripping a pen
Till her hands bled
She wants to make a difference
But so many are dead
The question isn't who
The question is when
But the truth gets silenced
Someone has 'killed themselves' again
Filling the pages
Creating art
The Government are ending her
She's the bullseye
They're the darts