Breakfast in bed

I meant the romantic type

Good morning, my coffee
Let me offer you breakfast
On your bed, then kiss me.

I mean, not the sexual kiss
But the sensual rather;
The dew gives you bliss.

Let me fill your mug again
With sweet caffeine
As both our days begin

Are you just lovely brewing?
I felt blushes and butterflies
Have some coffee, my morning. 

Bon Adriel Portoza

Nightmares

The horrors in my mind kept lurking from within

It was dark in my room
Everything was pitch black.
And fear was to loom
Every crept won’t hold back.

I covered myself in a rush
Comforting my nerves to ease.
The wind blows with a hush
Chilling me as they please.

I’m afraid! I’m afraid!
Cold sweat fused my eyes
“It was you I’m afraid”
Taking me by surprise;

The windows opened in the corner,
And screams of pleading was heard.
Suddenly, I now faced the mirror
Ignoring it would be absurd.

Bon Adriel Portoza

Rainy seasons

Consumed by anxiety – The heavens felt my sadness

A cigarette along the misty rain.
Sipping some mysterious vibe,
Feeling my gnashing pain.

My head swirls with the surrounding.
I reckon a dark cloudless sky,
Such loneliness would it bring.

Hug me, anxiety and clearlessness
Embrace me to careless conclusions
I am mad, I secretly profess.

Warm my soul with empty deceit
Cover my eyes with sorrow
I admit defeat, I admit defeat.

I’d like to bathe in the rain
Like a playful child –
But, I want to feel pain.

Bon Adriel Portoza

Patiently recovering

A moment of motivation amidst a chaotic society

Contemplated a rainy morning
With warm caffeine to hold
A soulless conscience of heart.

I sipped the unknown future
That lies through my consciousness
With curiosity beyond neglect.

Though I worried on anxiety
Due to my incompetence
And emotional laziness,

I’ve had piece in my heart
That I’d overcome these transgressions
To lift my spirit of life.

Bon Adriel Portoza

Breakfast at my House

During the week we’re often walking out the door with a coffee in one hand and slice of toast in the other, but on weekends breakfast is never rushed. It’s a late affair, sometimes spilling over to lunch, with lots of reading and chatter in between courses of fruits, poached eggs, honey and toast. One of our favorite things we like to serve when friends are visiting are buckwheat blueberry pancakes.

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