Keep your eyes wide open and your mouth sown shut. Talking won't get you anywhere here.
If you think that you're important, and that your opinions are absolutely necessary to keep my self satisfied and my book written, then I highly recommend you go someplace else. Or just stay with the other 90 percent of the world that thinks their opinions are the best and rightest of them all.
This book is not nice.
It is not airy and magical, with poems about rivers or forks in the road. It is not going to solve all your problems or bring back your hope in the world.
Seriously, the explanation was on the cover. Come on, people. The kind of tastes I sell aren't very "nice". It's just a unique flavor of awful.
...Like, 20 layers of self-hatred topped off with some try-hard optimism and lots of fruit and cherries so you don't see the cracks... awful.
Like, 8 or 10 years of bullshit I didn't really know how to cope with, so I picked up a pen.
It's totally and utterly nothing important
but it's also everything that ever held any volume to me.
If this type of thing doesn't matter to you, then nothing is stopping your hands from closing out this book and finding something more suitable to your poetic aesthetic.
In other words, I didn't write this for you.
If you're staying for the ride then it's time to buckle up, pour some bitter tea, and settle in nice and quiet-like.
Oh, and a warning?
I'm about to spill my cup all over you.
YOU ARE READING
The Tea: Spilt and Bitter
شِعرThe Tea ~ A Collection of Rants & Poems As long as I can remember, life has always seemed sort of poetic to me: Walking home down a street that looks empty, maybe sad, with a look on your face that shows your deepest thoughts of the day...
