Im just your average blue coffee cup. 1
Hanging on my hook all day. Watching, waiting, to have hot steamy water poured into me, strong sweet tea or even just have a hot soapy bath (of which I havent had in a long time).2
But it never happens. They always choose the new glossy, non chipped cups. Im never the one choosen. I see my mates, day in day out, living my dream, the dream to be used.3
Its not fair leaving me here all day just gathering dust. 4
Just because I have the odd chip here and there, and yes I maybe starting to fade a bit, and just because im longer perfect doesnt mean I cant be used!5
Oh what I would give to be new again. To be the most popular cup in the room. To have everyone envy my midnight blue, polished perfect paint job. To be the star of the dish rack once again. But my day has come and gone. Now im old and rugged. Un used and un loved. 6
I have my positive days, always looking on the bright of life. Admiring the rainbow effect the sun has, when it shimmers through the rain drops on the windows. Smelling the aroma that the single red rose, perched on the window sill, gives off. 7
But then negative days always follow. When I think about swinging myself off the hook and smashing to the lino below. If I did they wouldnt care. I would be swept up, thrown away. Just tossed into the trash. I wouldnt spend these long days hanging here, longing to be picked up, to be carressed by warm, soft hands. I wouldnt have any more days left to live. 8
And then I have those days when I just blank out. Hanging, just examining the specks of dust that float around and land on me. 9
But the worst days are the days when I get real jelous.10
Even the cheese knife gets used more then me. And the spoons, with their glistening crome. Sparkling in the light. It makes me sick!11
Oh what I would give to be new again. 12
Hanging on my hook all day. Watching, waiting, to have hot steamy water poured into me, strong sweet tea or even just have a hot soapy bath (of which I havent had in a long time).2
But it never happens. They always choose the new glossy, non chipped cups. Im never the one choosen. I see my mates, day in day out, living my dream, the dream to be used.3
Its not fair leaving me here all day just gathering dust. 4
Just because I have the odd chip here and there, and yes I maybe starting to fade a bit, and just because im longer perfect doesnt mean I cant be used!5
Oh what I would give to be new again. To be the most popular cup in the room. To have everyone envy my midnight blue, polished perfect paint job. To be the star of the dish rack once again. But my day has come and gone. Now im old and rugged. Un used and un loved. 6
I have my positive days, always looking on the bright of life. Admiring the rainbow effect the sun has, when it shimmers through the rain drops on the windows. Smelling the aroma that the single red rose, perched on the window sill, gives off. 7
But then negative days always follow. When I think about swinging myself off the hook and smashing to the lino below. If I did they wouldnt care. I would be swept up, thrown away. Just tossed into the trash. I wouldnt spend these long days hanging here, longing to be picked up, to be carressed by warm, soft hands. I wouldnt have any more days left to live. 8
And then I have those days when I just blank out. Hanging, just examining the specks of dust that float around and land on me. 9
But the worst days are the days when I get real jelous.10
Even the cheese knife gets used more then me. And the spoons, with their glistening crome. Sparkling in the light. It makes me sick!11
Oh what I would give to be new again. 12
Author notes
This is very very random and unusual writing for me haha hope you enjoyed reading it.
please help me improve. Say what ever you want about it. I dont mind if you hate it.
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Thanks
Kmp
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Comments
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Now i feel like a cuppa
- takes poor cup off the hook- is ok cup - makes a tea-
): poor cup. very nice though. -
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haha thanks for making me laugh and for reading

kmp
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I'll never look at a coffee cup the same way again. Thanks for the insight. That was cool.

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Poor old coffee cup *sighs* Maybe I should use the old coffee cups and make them feel young again A very vute little peice.
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Fun little piece.
Has grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, but overall a good portrayal of a perspective many would never think of. I liked that the cup had suicidal instincts.
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Not bad
Needs another once over to correct some of your spelling and grammar mistakes but the concept was great. I felt bad for the poor old cup. sigh. It sux being old huh?
Great work.
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haha thanks. Ill look over it when i get some time
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I don't hate it.
Yes, I think it is rather unusual but I think you might have managed to captured a teacup's point of view.
Okay, so cup's aren't actually alive but you see, I have a- different, shall we say, or perhaps weird- sort of mind and I think that maybe some teacup is thinking that right now.
Oh my God, you must probably be freakin out by my weird review now huh?
No matter. I kinda like the story. -
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haha thanks
it is kinda unusual ae lol thanks for reading
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