poetry, erotic shorts, and other stuff
daytime, nighttime what I felt and what another dreadsall I experience is blueit used to be red what should beand what really isall is blue, no feeling of redstrong bleach our reality is Christina Schmidt, MA
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To be clear… I did not delete AWC, I deactivated it. I do my best to honor my intuition and, simply, my intuition told me I was not done with ArmedWithCoffee. I am currently reactivating the blog as I have several poetry pieces under consideration for publication (fingers crossed) and I was asked about the…
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* 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…
Read MoreNot 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
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*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…
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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…
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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.
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daytime, nighttime what I felt and what another dreadsall I experience is blueit used to be red what should beand what really isall is blue, no feeling of redstrong bleach our reality is Christina Schmidt, MA
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To be clear… I did not delete AWC, I deactivated it. I do my best to honor my intuition and, simply, my intuition told me I was not done with ArmedWithCoffee. I am currently reactivating the blog as I have several poetry pieces under consideration for publication (fingers crossed) and I was asked about the…
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* 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…
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*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…
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[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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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…
Read Moreno 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
Read MoreNot 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
Read Moreran, fellran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fellran, fell, ran, fell, ran, fell,…
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*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…
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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…
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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.
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