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By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 18, 2021 Poetrydavid bowie, poem, Poetry, queen bitch5 Comments

Queen Bitch (a poem)

* This post contains mature language. “What a bitch.”As if I didn’t know. Soon dies the complacent, trembling little flower.I intend to thrive much longer. Better still, I am Queen Bitch.And you, a little one. Mutter, walk, pretend you don’t see.Because this Bitch stands her ground. Get back to me when you can do the…

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 12, 2021September 22, 2021 Poetryeven then, poem, Poetry, the national, you had your soul with you7 Comments

Even then (a poem)

Not all chances lostTime moves us forward at costSo, too, the futureAs yet unseen, much will never changeEven then, yes. Idiocy and sincerity A fine lineI walk it oftenSoul knows; heart stupid Even then, yes. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 9, 2021September 22, 2021 Poetrykate bush, placebo, poem, Poetry, ran fell, running up that hill4 Comments

ran, fell (a poem)

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By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 6, 2021September 22, 2021 Poetryerotic poetry, erotica, intense, kings of leon, sex on fire18 Comments

Intense (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 30, 2021September 22, 2021 Poetrylisten to her heart, poem, Poetry, tom petty, too much3 Comments

depths (a poem)

i am a lot to lovei want too muchmayhap, i know my worthand you can’t cut the check you wouldn’t know depthsif you were drowning cheap voicecheap wordslittered, trampled trinketsstrewn across the sandy gift shop did you know?that’s where the exit is i’ve gone deep divingif i need to find youi know where to lookshallow…

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 22, 2021August 22, 2021 Poetryburn, face, poem, Poetry, the cure5 Comments

face (a poem)

Faithful mirror burns a cold interiorPainted face smoke and glassVision intended and truth refrainedI feel nothing as my lips crack and image shatters Christina Schmidt, MA “Just paint your face” the shadows smile… “Burn,” by The Cure.

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 4, 2021August 12, 2021 Uncategorizedarmedwithcoffee, black & white, blog, covid, harassment, publishing, sassyscorpiontarot, stalker, writing, YouTube26 Comments

Black & White: An Update

*This post contains mature language. This post was intended some months ago. Now I struggle to organize my thoughts as the intended information begins to unravel in enormity. I will start with the recent explanation as to why ArmedWithCoffee (AWC) went invisible for a period. I went into surgery on July 22nd and I wouldn’t…

By: Christina Schmidt, MA July 31, 2021 Poetrypoem, Poetry, romantic, the kiss15 Comments

The Kiss 2.0 (a poem)

[Painting, “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt] Two sets of eyes, signaling truthsWarm smiles, issuing polite conversationClose, never touching Moments known to themMoments both precious and fleetingHere and there, time and space Weeks, months, years of momentsSeconds of a heartbeat, a lifetime of feelingEnough to satiate until their eyes next locked A chance, a gap, a…

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Queen Bitch (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 18, 2021

Poetrydavid bowie, poem, Poetry, queen bitch5 Comments

* This post contains mature language. “What a bitch.”As if I didn’t know. Soon dies the complacent, trembling little flower.I intend to thrive much longer. Better still, I am Queen Bitch.And you, a little one. Mutter, walk, pretend you don’t see.Because this Bitch stands her ground. Get back to me when you can do the…

Black & White: An Update

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 4, 2021August 12, 2021

Uncategorizedarmedwithcoffee, black & white, blog, covid, harassment, publishing, sassyscorpiontarot, stalker, writing, YouTube26 Comments

*This post contains mature language. This post was intended some months ago. Now I struggle to organize my thoughts as the intended information begins to unravel in enormity. I will start with the recent explanation as to why ArmedWithCoffee (AWC) went invisible for a period. I went into surgery on July 22nd and I wouldn’t…

The Kiss 2.0 (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA July 31, 2021

Poetrypoem, Poetry, romantic, the kiss15 Comments

[Painting, “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt] Two sets of eyes, signaling truthsWarm smiles, issuing polite conversationClose, never touching Moments known to themMoments both precious and fleetingHere and there, time and space Weeks, months, years of momentsSeconds of a heartbeat, a lifetime of feelingEnough to satiate until their eyes next locked A chance, a gap, a…

his quiet reflections (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA April 17, 2021April 17, 2021

Poetryhis quiet reflections, poem7 Comments

Looking upon the lives of othersA kaleidoscope of colors and childlike wonders ‘I used to be seen,’ he recallsA scream lodged in his chest at the chance to be someone different Ready made box, a popular life modelLess of a fuss, nice and modestHe won’t live life twice, tacked to his third act as he…

Kintsukuroi Me (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA July 3, 2020July 3, 2020

Poetrykintsukuroi, poem, Poetry2 Comments

no originals repairs only the art of healing scars proof lacquered in gold sunder undone more radiant than before Kintsukuroi Me by Christina Schmidt, MA armedwithcoffee.com

Even then (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 12, 2021September 22, 2021

Poetryeven then, poem, Poetry, the national, you had your soul with you7 Comments

Not all chances lostTime moves us forward at costSo, too, the futureAs yet unseen, much will never changeEven then, yes. Idiocy and sincerity A fine lineI walk it oftenSoul knows; heart stupid Even then, yes. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

ran, fell (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 9, 2021September 22, 2021

Poetrykate bush, placebo, poem, Poetry, ran fell, running up that hill4 Comments

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Intense (an erotic poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 6, 2021September 22, 2021

Poetryerotic poetry, erotica, intense, kings of leon, sex on fire18 Comments

*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…

depths (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 30, 2021September 22, 2021

Poetrylisten to her heart, poem, Poetry, tom petty, too much3 Comments

i am a lot to lovei want too muchmayhap, i know my worthand you can’t cut the check you wouldn’t know depthsif you were drowning cheap voicecheap wordslittered, trampled trinketsstrewn across the sandy gift shop did you know?that’s where the exit is i’ve gone deep divingif i need to find youi know where to lookshallow…

face (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA August 22, 2021August 22, 2021

Poetryburn, face, poem, Poetry, the cure5 Comments

Faithful mirror burns a cold interiorPainted face smoke and glassVision intended and truth refrainedI feel nothing as my lips crack and image shatters Christina Schmidt, MA “Just paint your face” the shadows smile… “Burn,” by The Cure.