Two more
Really not dancing
Danced a dance you think you can’t complete
You take a dominant risk with every step of your feet
There’s no one else to criticize but yourself
Don’t care of the consequences
You’ll do your best to stand tall to the very last beat
They all halt their procedures
Their eyes are fixed upon you
As you command your body to twist
Disgust and resentment are intertwined within the mist
Some shout, as others throw up their fist
Slowly spin in circles to look each in the eye
See no change, but won’t allow yourself to cry
That would reflect a flaw
Causing them to laugh, shift, and walk on by
Instead of enchanting them
With your attempt at a new all time high
Having enough, the crowd abducts you with their rough hands
And eject you from the dance ball
Wet grass and broken glass
Are what you feel at the end of your fall
Routine-like, you rise, give the finger to them all,
And spin on your broken heels, heading back to your dorm hall
Enter and throw out rants against the wall
Progress to your bedroom window to make a silent call
Walk rather sluggish, over to your bed
Stomach protesting, for it hasn’t been fed
Memories of recent events swarm through your head
Won’t stop until what I’m exclaiming is clearly read
Before you drowned in unconsciousness
That is exactly what you said
See you really didn't dance to a beat
But did something unorthodox
That intoxicated the withheld heat
Most alienate it, but you'll devoir yourself
To drive them to see what you are doing is meant to be
That's the cut that you brought upon yourself to start to bleed...
Tea
My mother foretold me
But of course I didn’t listen
What was the big deal
With drinking tea
So ignorant
Reaching for the cup
Clasping it between my hands
I lift it to my lips
Take a sip, my mind commands
Staying cool, my tongue pretends
But the singe becomes a burn
My cool exterior falters
Eyes grow wide
I race to the kitchen
To apply some chillin
Upon the injured
Unfortunately, my mom
Makes her way where I’m at
She laughs, mocking me
I suffer helplessly
Perhaps, if you’re walking by
And if you have the time
Peak through the kitchen blinds
Sticking my tongue out in the air
Is how you would find me
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