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chocolate covered coffee bean; time to blow the ceiling ...

written by: Rania M M Watts

@CCInkQuills

 

my first year
of secondary school
i met a neurotic
individual
who was completely
obsessed with chocolate
covered coffee beans
three at a time
-- throughout a stressful
exam session

at that point
i still had no idea
what coffee tasted
like -- the aroma
itself smelled
pungent -- i grew
up in a house
where turkish
coffee was taken
every afternoon
with an immense
plate of delectable
pastries.

the first time,
i ever had a cup
of double double coffee
was on my 17th
birthday

at first impression
i thought i would
have to bleach
my palate
to remove
that flavour
from inside my
mouth

when i turned
18 -- i gave cappuccino
a chance -- still felt
the same way
as the first time around
-- although the foam
tasted delicious

the last time, i gave
this hot beverage
a try -- in desperation
of caffeine after
a sleepless night
of pending graduation
stress

needless to say
i nearly blew off the ceiling
of my community class
in college and almost
got kicked out -- in part
because the coffee
had awoken a hyper sleeping
dragon who wanted
nothing more than
a cold bottle
of mountain dew.

Rania M M Watts

Rania M M Watts

My name is Rania M M Watts, I am a stay-at-home mom of 4 whimsical children & wife of one brilliant & athletically inclined husband. (Oh, and, I take Pizza orders over the phone to help make ends meet) I'm looking to finally pursue my dream of being a working poet. I was born in Beirut, Lebanon to Palestinian parents in 1974. With the outbreak of the Lebanese Civil War in 1975, my family emigrated to Canada when I was 2 years of age -- for a peaceful life that didn't involve bombs or explosions.

I dabble in myriad of Art mediums, however am most at home with a: pen, crayon, eyeliner, quill and any type of parchment. Always deemed a freak of nature because of my outlooks and perceptions, I've allowed my imagination to dominate my core since the age of 13 when I told my Grade 8 teacher Mr. Natale, I wanted to flee to Europe with a typewriter and create in fields of long grass... Ever since, I've been a Master Imaginarium & Oubliette Architect, there is NOTHING I can't write about!

Cement Covered Ink Quills is my brain-child blog where I relish focusing on the premise of 'The Verity of Humanity' via various Art Mediums.
Rania M M Watts

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