Harder than Defusing a Bomb
The bag sits in the water,
Its shining, metal surface
Reflecting the light
Of the morning.
“Ok,” I think.
“Just a few moments longer.”
I take the tea bag out of the cup,
Burning my finger as I do so.
“Ah,” I exclaim
As I stir the liquid.
I take a sip, carefully,
And taste bitterness:
I left it in too long.
Tea is a game, you see.
Just like a traditional game,
There is a different outcome
Each time.
It is impossible to brew
A cup of tea in the same way
As the last time.
It simply is.
Sometimes it is too bitter.
Sometimes it is too weak.
But sometimes, you manage to get it right.
Making tea is the best game in the world.
#poetry
Unsaid
I'M SORRY
for what?
saying that you didn't matter
and?
turning my back against you
anything else?
leaving. staying. talking. staying silent.
I miss you and I wish that I could do it all over...
... (silence)
i'm really sorry and i want you to know that.
I'm just in your head and you know it. It's too late. You knew that I was going. You know that I am gone, gone with your tears from long ago.
... (silence)
I miss you too.
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Word fog.
It's fine.
It's fine.
It's only that I don't know who they are and what they want and I can't find anything and this my safespaceandpleasegoawayandwhyareyou-
Breathe.
Repeat.
Find a way out.
So alone so alone so alone she's right there she's your friend but no she wouldn't help you don't deserve her help she's not happy she needs help not you she doesn't want you leavemealoneleavemealoneleaveme-
Breathe.
Repeat.
oh god I can't breathe i can't breathe why can't I breathe ican'tbreatheican't-
what's wrong with me what's wrong with me what'swrongwithmewhat'swrong-
this can't be right why won't it end I googled it and I don't have enough symptoms I must be faking this is my fault I can get out of it there's nothinwrongwithmei'mtheproblem-
ican'tbreatheican'tbreatheican'tbreathe-
Oh.
I get it now.
I'm just
a freak.
Do not pass go
It starts with two best friends.
Let's call them A and B.
A loves puzzles, but found themselves at a loss for where to find new ones.
B stepped up, creating the most wonderful and fanatical games, fit to give A pause.
One day, A received a call. B had created their best game yet!
B was estatic, and couldn't wait to finish the drive there to tell A all about it.
And then- B screamed. The blaring noises threatened to shatter A's eardrums. The line cut off.
B was reported dead a few minutes later.
Cause: Car accident.
A was heartbroken.
But what they didn't realize
was that the game had already begun
and maybe B wasn't as dead as they had thought.
The smell of rain
I think the smell of rain is damp and slightly earthy. You can probably define it in any way, it can be different for all people. A person who has lost can think that rain smells salty, like tears. A person who is full of joy can think that rain can smell like a happy memory, the warm embrace of a loved one or the smell of something delicious being cooked. A person who never came back from their inner wars could think that rain smells like the battlefield, or the metallic scent of a gun. I don't know how it smells like for you, but each droplet has its own story to tell.
☂︎
A Hypothetical
Do you suppose minor celebrities would get excited when they got their first fan account?
They would check it every day in secret-
Trying not to be let down every time there hadn’t been an update.
When they got more fans
They told themselves they would stop
And for the most part
They would
But if they scrolled through the account in their spare time-
Well
No one has to know.
