Tea Party (day 196)

Not another tea party,

tight smiles and sharp corners,

loneliness posing like closing doors on old friends


I’ll bring the champagne if it makes people talk

or when I want them to talk I’ll tear off the tablecloth


Day after day

they crawl to my gates

Not another apology,

I want you to detonate

not switch on with a purpose


The wind can tell you what I mean

Passing all the minefields,

stuck in a heartbeat,

drowned in silence


I don’t want another tea party,

tight smiles and sharp corners,

politely posing all my commands as a question


Please just walk in and

break all the china.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 2/8/17

Tea party

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My shins ignite like pistons hitting the air/gas mixture in a combustion chamber,

I have been marching for too long,

The grey gravel beneath my unfortunate feet are accumulating the soot from this greasey pack of youth,

The men in the black masks keep shouting,

Left, they shout,

Right, then left again,

They take extra care when it's time to funnel us into our respective lifestyles,

Appearing like toll booths on an expressway,

Each archway is labeled,


A quick glance through the archway shows activity on the other side,

The path is paved,

Smiling parents are handing out certificates,

A fresh change of clothes,

There is excitement in the air,

Most of the kids seem happy,

Some are herded into engineering,

Some psychology,

Some mathematics,

A few brave one's choose defense,

But there is only one grey box,

That has no label,

There are no parents on the other side,

No clothes being issued,

The gravel path beyond it seems to strech on into oblivion,

I feel an unbelievable attraction to this grey box,

I allow my feet to guide me to its entrance,

Where it seems no line has ever been formed,

There is no one there to welcome me,

To hand me new clothes,

To shake my hand, congratulations,

It is so,



Once again I give into my desire,

To ease myself through the gate,

In disbelief that no one can stop me,

The men in black masks simply watching,

Guns at their side,


I have reached a sanctuary

I have all of this earth to myself

All of this life

I will leave no stone unturned, I say

That's when the archway closes behind me,

A single black mask struts out from the fortification,

With a stool and a revolver,

He places down the stool and the gun,

Looks at me,

And slowly walks back behind the archway,

Locking the door behind him,

The guards on top the booths have out their lawn chairs,

Eyes trained on me,



As if it's the start of a boxing match,

They're waiting for me break,

As they did,

When they let themselves die,

For their handshakes and certificates,








Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this with a head cold so if it's weird that's probably why

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Stress da life // stress da love // stressed // wen all dis stress jus comes to shove // 3 rules of love // respect, trust & us // is dat to much to ask for my love // with out no trust there's no respect & with no respect da love slowly fades // all 3 of these rules u must obey // a niqqa get tired of tellin his girl wat to do // I'm trying to be ur man // not ur father too // love can't last on jus love alone // I'm sorry to say but this truth has been shown // so ima take a break from da stress to focus on skool // & trust me wen I say I'm not trying to be cruel // I jus need time to regain my fuel //& baby u will always be my jewel // so jus try to understand where I'm coming from // becuz my vision is set on da outcome.


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