I went to Starbucks and I was in a line a mile long. I just wanted my espresso so I could go home and watch Gilmore Girls on the couch. I wasn’t in the mood for people right now so I just got some cheap espresso from McDonalds drive through.
The word “espresso” gives me a feeling. The word alone brings sensations to me of the way taking a sip of coffee makes me feel. Even just the smell of coffee or a taste of espresso cheesecake can lead me into a brief moment where time slows down and nothing else exists.
A short expression of human fuel. We all know its quick effects but they are not restrained to energy, sometimes espresso is a lifter of heavy hearts, otherwise it can be a social lubricant that calls a situation that would otherwise have been impossible with simply food. Espresso is many things and yet just so small.
An electricity though the veins
In dark liquid, languid days,
Force me awake, I need you, here
What I want so ever clear
To sleep, to fade, yet I reach for you still
Like a saint come to change my wicked will
The battle, the war, the foundations quake
Cracked open skin, jitters and shakes
And the teeth, they brown, a visible sin
Bulging pupils, stupor, impossible win
A nice espresso drink is a pleasure while writing. Generally hot, but sometimes iced, the caffeine is often welcome, but even a caffeine free drink is nice. Stimulation of any sort, the association of pleasure with writing — a great combination.
Time is limited. But this day is eternal. But too many mundane tasks bombard my scattered, sleepy brain. No more! I am putting my foot down. I stand here now, for the all the daylight and moonlight to come, sipping my #espresso and participating in the glorious dance of life. @oznolem #oneword
Java of my dreams and my day’s longing. I love you more than any other hot beverage. You fuel my morning and give me Italian flair. You may be short in stature, but you are big on energizing fulfillment. Black and full bodied delightful drink.
when i drink a breath
of fresh
air
like a steamy mirror
a reflection of all
obscured by clouds
aroma mild
espresso repressed instruct
insist
inflict
enough breath
to get
through the day
She tapped her hands nervously. “I think I’ve had too much coffee.”
“Yeah, you think?” he muttered, sliding her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a sip. “No, drink the whole thing, please.” He begged.
My girlfriend needs a shot of espresso each day. Truth be told, I don’t get this necessity. Whereby it impairs her ability to think or function except in a groggy redundancy because of a lack of opaque liquid. Is it then not an addiction? Why are so many dependent on the bean? Beans wrought through labor, sweat, and war. People so against profiteering as my girlfriend but dependent upon the product. Am I alone?
espresso
express me
coffee coughing
fit drinking in
warmth i’ve never had
a broke bouquet of deficiencies
different than me
i wish i were
these mornings
a log in a cabin
ancient
good to the last drop
a bean smashed into bits
strained to a cup
drink me down
for your energy
crush me like i am nothing
sip me up
cough me down
She could hardly keep her eyes open but how could she sleep knowing what she knew? She didn’t think she could ever sleep again. But she couldn’t function either. She took a sharp left into the nearest coffee shop and ordered a double espresso.
I have never tried espresso as coffee is my first love. From every thing that ihave ever heard about espresso it is stronger than coffee, and I don’t think I would enjoy that.
It’s tempting to not show up in the morning, to stay in bed for longer than I would normally and have breakfast at an hour that’s not ungodly. But if I don’t show up, I won’t see you, and it’ll be my last opportunity before this year turns into next, and everything’s different again.
“I’m going to stop drinking espresso now,” you said, covering the mouth of your mug. It was already dark out, and you’d been expounding on a philosophy of yours a bit more after you sensed, in our last conversation, that I withdrew from it. What you’ll never know is that your ideas weren’t the thing I withdrew from.
Are you feeling like a cup of tea? How about espresso? There’s nothing like a caffeine kick to make you feel just so-so. Just sip the brew and sing the blues and don’t worry about Nancy. She’s off with Sean and Joe and Bess and trying to be fancy. I’ll pour you a tall mug of java, make it a bit stronger, so your heart can beat a bit faster, last a little longer.
You’re still an espresso obsessive. You’re not the only person in the world who’s this way, but you do know all of the others. You can count them on one hand. We should live together, you say.
I went to Starbucks and I was in a line a mile long. I just wanted my espresso so I could go home and watch Gilmore Girls on the couch. I wasn’t in the mood for people right now so I just got some cheap espresso from McDonalds drive through.
“This is espresso. This is like coffeezilla.” he said to the three year old asking for cup of coffee like his.
The word “espresso” gives me a feeling. The word alone brings sensations to me of the way taking a sip of coffee makes me feel. Even just the smell of coffee or a taste of espresso cheesecake can lead me into a brief moment where time slows down and nothing else exists.
I don’t know what an espresso is so this is all I have to write. Goodbye!!!!!! :D
A short expression of human fuel. We all know its quick effects but they are not restrained to energy, sometimes espresso is a lifter of heavy hearts, otherwise it can be a social lubricant that calls a situation that would otherwise have been impossible with simply food. Espresso is many things and yet just so small.
An electricity though the veins
In dark liquid, languid days,
Force me awake, I need you, here
What I want so ever clear
To sleep, to fade, yet I reach for you still
Like a saint come to change my wicked will
The battle, the war, the foundations quake
Cracked open skin, jitters and shakes
And the teeth, they brown, a visible sin
Bulging pupils, stupor, impossible win
A nice espresso drink is a pleasure while writing. Generally hot, but sometimes iced, the caffeine is often welcome, but even a caffeine free drink is nice. Stimulation of any sort, the association of pleasure with writing — a great combination.
eyes colored like espresso
cinnamon skin
he’d never seen anyone so beautiful
I’ll like a espresso
i have never had a espresso my dad has it alot he likes it alot bout i have never had it and i dont plan to have it a striccted hot chcolete uy
Time is limited. But this day is eternal. But too many mundane tasks bombard my scattered, sleepy brain. No more! I am putting my foot down. I stand here now, for the all the daylight and moonlight to come, sipping my #espresso and participating in the glorious dance of life. @oznolem #oneword
Java of my dreams and my day’s longing. I love you more than any other hot beverage. You fuel my morning and give me Italian flair. You may be short in stature, but you are big on energizing fulfillment. Black and full bodied delightful drink.
when i drink a breath
of fresh
air
like a steamy mirror
a reflection of all
obscured by clouds
aroma mild
espresso repressed instruct
insist
inflict
enough breath
to get
through the day
gbgbbccbb ggo love my heart look at love look at this hot espresso
gbgbbccbb ggo love my heart
She tapped her hands nervously. “I think I’ve had too much coffee.”
“Yeah, you think?” he muttered, sliding her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a sip. “No, drink the whole thing, please.” He begged.
My girlfriend needs a shot of espresso each day. Truth be told, I don’t get this necessity. Whereby it impairs her ability to think or function except in a groggy redundancy because of a lack of opaque liquid. Is it then not an addiction? Why are so many dependent on the bean? Beans wrought through labor, sweat, and war. People so against profiteering as my girlfriend but dependent upon the product. Am I alone?
espresso
express me
coffee coughing
fit drinking in
warmth i’ve never had
a broke bouquet of deficiencies
different than me
i wish i were
these mornings
a log in a cabin
ancient
good to the last drop
a bean smashed into bits
strained to a cup
drink me down
for your energy
crush me like i am nothing
sip me up
cough me down
Espresso is amazing and tastes good but not as good as coffee but almost as good but i would still drink espresso.
She could hardly keep her eyes open but how could she sleep knowing what she knew? She didn’t think she could ever sleep again. But she couldn’t function either. She took a sharp left into the nearest coffee shop and ordered a double espresso.
I have a hard time espresso-ing myself.
my dad loves to drink espresso in the mornings and sometimes at night when he gets home from work.
I have never tried espresso as coffee is my first love. From every thing that ihave ever heard about espresso it is stronger than coffee, and I don’t think I would enjoy that.
It’s tempting to not show up in the morning, to stay in bed for longer than I would normally and have breakfast at an hour that’s not ungodly. But if I don’t show up, I won’t see you, and it’ll be my last opportunity before this year turns into next, and everything’s different again.
“I’m going to stop drinking espresso now,” you said, covering the mouth of your mug. It was already dark out, and you’d been expounding on a philosophy of yours a bit more after you sensed, in our last conversation, that I withdrew from it. What you’ll never know is that your ideas weren’t the thing I withdrew from.
An amazing liquid that is traditionally consumed in mass quantities by the gallon.
Are you feeling like a cup of tea? How about espresso? There’s nothing like a caffeine kick to make you feel just so-so. Just sip the brew and sing the blues and don’t worry about Nancy. She’s off with Sean and Joe and Bess and trying to be fancy. I’ll pour you a tall mug of java, make it a bit stronger, so your heart can beat a bit faster, last a little longer.
You’re still an espresso obsessive. You’re not the only person in the world who’s this way, but you do know all of the others. You can count them on one hand. We should live together, you say.
I entered the corner café and could smell the most rich and amazing espresso that I have ever come across. Couldn’t wait to order my share.