Coffee Space 
Dripping candle wax onto the black hole of reality
Sands form merrily between the cracks in the curtains
We weave our webs to fend off leering insanity
And lose sight of our hopes and dreams of certainty
The whisperers tip-toe ever more closely
A quick glance to ensure we’re still alone
Our mental faculty intact - mostly
We reminisce of times passed and gone
An inferno pierces into the shadows
Darkness fades as sunlight shone
Lowered head drifting to the gallows
For these sins we atone
At the final resting place
Head lay for the knife
We beat the clock this race
For the PhD life
The theme of the poem is working into the early hours of the morning to meet a PhD deadline. As the sun starts to rise and time is running out, the thought processes become more frantic and less sane. The dark overtone generally reflects the anti-social nature of working incredible hours.
There are two experiments here, one is is the idea of using a # to label the type of post, the other is in posting some of the random thoughts/ideas I have. Let me know what you think of these experiments.
P.S. The poetry is bad, but I was partially inspired to put some words to paper by MayVaneDay, but realized it’s been a very long time since I last wrote some and that I’m not nearly as good at it as I once thought!