Cafeteria

by Everlasting   Dec 9, 2014


Seems today it's just this empty bottle on the table
me and a couple of strangers
sitting in front of the vending machines...
It's always like this, isn't it?

We gaze to every corner of the room, to every direction as if looking for another human to interact with, except we never gaze into one another's eyes.

Sigh

Someone just left...

--

Ive been meaning to write more often than ever,
But exams have been consuming my thoughts.
They have no energy to run.
And who am I kidding? It's not my thoughts but me
whose energy has been depleted....

---

Often I thought it was him, rather us,
Who didn't have energy to go on
Who didn't have electricity to keep a relationship going
But there was no chemistry
there was no relationship
Only chats
Conversations
that held a meaning
and a couple of memories
that all lead back
to a screen
to this screen

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Yet I'm certain

That whomever reads those conversations
would think
They are just another one of my poems

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  • 9 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    Honestly, a delicious collaboration of words ..

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Agree with so much of what has already been mentioned, from it being a face-to-face and a part of ordinary life. The perspective you took made me think of high school and how there were still cliques. It seemed people rushed together to have a seat next to each other, in fear they would have to sit at another end or a completely different table. People clung to each other, I felt like. This sad, lonely tone reaches out to me, especially that desire to look in the eye of another person. Perhaps a familiar person, or to make friends. I know I remember the awkward feeling of sharing a table with students from another grade or students I didn't know too well if my friends were at another lunch or were late. Although I was more on the quiet side, I feel sort of bad for not always prompting conversations... because you never know who is alone and who doesn't have someone to look forward to eating with each day.

    Also, should "bending machines" be "vending machines"?

    With your next stanza and mentioning exams, that exhaustion is certainly felt... then much more depth in the third stanza where you reveal the "him", and that hurt is so tangible. The way you connect that loneliness to lack of energy and no commitment to this relationship, it's meaningful and I thank you for sharing this write. I'm sorry you had to go through or are still trying to deal with that time. Hope writing helps a bit.

  • 9 years ago

    by John Doe

    Very nice poem.

  • 9 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    Such a gorgeous piece. So natural and ordinary it stands out ( if that makes sense). The background, the peoples reactions, even the objects in the room are all thinge we can equate with in normal life thus making it all seem so real.

    I love the sense of couldn't-care-less that you portray too. That feeling of whatever you try things were never going to work so why not just accept it and let the world go on around you.

    Love it :)

  • 9 years ago

    by WW

    One thing that I really admire about this piece is level of face-to-face it is (If that makes sense). The objects you bring into these different scenes really add to the feel of apathy as well, like the bottles, the vending machine, this person on the other side of that screen, et cetera. Fantastic.