You ain't the blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.

3 teas

another tea poem?
but this one comes with
3 teas
we did mention between the two of us
a t-shirt is really just a tea shirt
so do you want 3 graphic tees with tea on it?
Or just a mix of 3 teas for luck?

almost any tea brand will consist of saying with every sip
you taste the world
but take 3 sips of chamomile & you’re tasting sleep
time to go catch zzz’s
that’s 3 zzz’s

we’re only given 3 chances
3 choices
3 lives but minus cats
they have 9

Our 3 lives consist of
1. living
2. dying
3. the last time someone ever mentions your name

i’m not here 2 tease you
but i’ll serve u 3 teas,
but bring 3 friends but wait
let me guess you’re the
third wheel

join the party
too bad it’s not a tea party
just 2 teas on the table  
& 1 third wheel

tea time for two

most British thing anyone could ever say is, lets go for a cup of tea but for two
there’s two cups &
Between the two of us, the tea we currently struggle with is anxiety.

Infinite conversations turning into infinity,
I am willing to empty my cup
to taste your tea.
so take a seat
because the rearrangement of seat is teas
and take a sip.

casually turning tea stains into art,
because a t-shirt is really a tea shirt.
no more spilling tea
just mixing teams like mixing drinks
with different tastes of strength,
than taking a T break after playing a game of tag,
because what comes in a team
is unity as we surround ourselves
in a different community,
we’re now a family

encouraging artistic creativity,
as we tease each-other for having different taste in music.
but did you know that rap stands for rhythm and poetry?

welcome to the witty side of me,
I only have one cup of tea
but this poem gives you 22 different
sides of tea.
maybe David can provide us more
but only between the times of 9:30am to 9pm
except on Sundays.

thank you for having tea with me,
hopefully someday you can leave a good tip,
so than maybe next time...
i’m able to have a tea party.

Tea time

steaming kettles, simmering kettles, steeping kettles
waiting to be poured out
& served
with a side of a steaming story,

to the costumers that can only bombard others with fanatical stories made to sound real, yet they can’t even pass an english class
where the game of make believe is now real life
we’re stuck in a dimension of reality
it’s tea time
Not to spill but to sip
but to spill and not to spit
don’t forget your manners,
proper etiquette &
a calm thank you is welcome

spill the tea
where minds give us thoughts
like how your green could be someone’s blue
but compare that to looking at humans
would looking at a “Monica” be the same as looking at a Rachel? or vice versa
confused yet?
yes friends was referenced
because i don’t even have a single imaginary friend to have a tea party with

Chamomile for your insomnia
the truth about everything lies within you
why do we blame ourselves for someone else’s mistakes
wig snatched

kids drinking green tea to lose weight
when the only losing they need to do is losing the toxic friends

so if you’re ever offered tea, id recommend some good old chai
some spicy tea that can boost your heart health
meaning the longer you live
u make your enemies suffer your existence
maybe even offer them a good ol chai
and they shall grow a heart too

but just remember tea stains, so be careful where you spill

quite chamomile and loud simmering

Here’s the tea,

Surrounding yourself around chaos but yet you pray for calmness
but when life becomes free of turmoil where does all that fun go?

preparing to hit the trigger for their next target
but hey please don’t point that trigger at me tho

Preaching about being kind but when are you going to show that
kindness to me tho?

Being the target for someones truth or dare games because I was seen as “ugly”

When your value is based on only being able to answer:
“what’s the farthest you’ve gone with a guy, 1st base, 2nd base or 3rd” because wow I didn’t know this was a game of baseball

I think I need some alcohol living just stings a little, but hey don’t forget the isopropyl for the wounds ey

Heartbreaks over little breaks but hey you win some and you lose some
Except I think I lost, the biggest heartbreak was the one where I broke my own, not the heartbreaks that people put me through

I hear the blues playing, I grew learning to fear myself, but how do I just be myself?

Is the silence too loud for you or do you need the loudness to be silenced?