SUPRÊME THOUGHTS 💭

  🍭 My best friend is gay...My other best friend is a mugger....My other best friend that my mom know about smokes pot....My other best friend is a pimp and owns a brothel....My other best friend that my dad sees has just had her 7th abortion....

My other best friend owns a gun...My other best friend that my mom knows about... Is a terrorist convert that believes death serves justice...My other best friend that my dad knows has AIDS... She flips for pay and also loves drugs......

My mother is a jobless drunk... Who lost her job due to laziness.... My brother is a drug dealer...Who goes in and out of jail....My sister is a staunch Christian....That believes the world would be a better place without Muslims Hindus and Jews....My step sister is a white supremacist....Who thinks white people are a correction for the black people presence...My other brother owns a gun... It is believed he is a car jacker


My teacher is a devil worshiper who thinks the world is better with out people....My doctor is an atheist....And my deskmate believes in aliens...

And I'm just a poet who writes poems on my bedroom wall....And sometimes I rewrite words on the words that I wrote last... And when night falls I still have a story



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WHEN I DIE.

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My eulogy must be crafted on imported marble.... My name must be in gold and old English font... I don't want my face to be placed in the page of obituaries.... You cannot just paraphrase my life story into one statement..  life well lived... Or gone too soon.... Or God loved you the most.... Infact don't even say promoted to Glory... What Glory have I been promoted to?

My place of death should be a museum... Let the children of my children learn about the father of their fathers....I want to be buried in my own house if possible frozen and preserved in my living room... I don't think it is well to cover me with soil dirt and mud.....

I don't want crying mourners on my death day... It is forbidden to cry, weep or even sorrow.. tell my mother that I said crying will make her weak...And when you are weak you are vulnerable... Tell my brother to replace me momentarily in my clique... Tell my local member of Parliament that my funeral is more important than his pleas.... Tell him I said he must only talk to my family members and not any other person....Tell him I said he should not expect any important treatment he doesn't even know my name....

Tell my priest he must make his prayers short... She must not use my death as a challenge or lesson... I want my tombstone to be curved from malate.... I want it in a quire shape... Not dorm or the shape of an epitaph... Make sure the stone is neither white nor black....

Make sure no news takes place that day... No schools open...Infact if I die by road then those vehicles must be government property.....I want the video of my last day taken... Not re enacted...How will you be precise.... And then finally... I don't want a Wooden coffin...

The son of this soil is sick... I don't want trees destroyed to pave way for my rest... I don't want people to labour with hammers and nails... But something tells me if you must... Then kill me by crucification.... Otherwise I want to lay my head on a soft pillow and mattress... Covered in a designer bedsheet and duvet....My grave must be cemented and tiled.... Son of the moon wants functioning light bulb in his tomb...How will I invite my ghost friends in a dark hole....

Lastly I want my story to be studied in schools... The story of me must be written in italics....And fed to both the young and the old.. if I die in a plane crush don't burry me... Let my remains be fed to fish.... And my bones buried in deep sea... That's when I die....

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CURIOUS OUTCOMES

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It's midnight and I can't find sleep....Strange patterns of an unfamiliar voices do stunts in my head... I'm a total mess... I'm a total wreck.... I try sleeping pills or maybe counting game it's useless... Take my heart I'm ready to gamble....

I'm ready to cry now... Or maybe to laugh to eternity.... I hope this will end with man and man alone...  Or maybe it will be with my heart in my hands.... Wonders...I ready to die now...Maybe in death is where I'll stay alive...

It's midnight and I can't sleep...I try to sing my favorite song... Write a poem.. Maybe take a pencil and draw your picture.... Maybe... Cover myself and forget...I'm ready come for my heart....

I'm ready...Teach me why trust must be foreign....Tell me why I should remain alone....Or maybe you'll teach me why it's not a gamble....Why I need to smile.... Why I have a heart in my left......

Take my heart I'm ready...It's midnight and the winds are calm...And the sky is clear..The stars twinkling.... Take my heart...I'm curious I want to see the outcome...

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DEAD ASF

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If only I wasn't drunk today... I would shout to the DJ...I'll shout at him and tell him play that song again....I want him to play a very sad song....I want him to give me the illusions of how Death feels like....

If I wasn't drunk today...I would show up to your Graveyard with flowers...I'm sorry roses are the kinds found in abundance....Or I'll just take them to my family orchard... Pluck a few apples...But I'll not take green apples...

If I wasn't drunk today...I had only one thing to do... I wanted to walk and when I stop...I wanted to drop dead...I wanted to walk till my legs hurt....I hope the pain in my legs will rub off the pain in my heart.....

I wanted to walk for long... I wanted to concentrate on the road...I hope it will destruct me from thinking of you...I want the whole world to take pictures of me... Pictures while they are symphatize with me... I want them to take pictures with tears in my eyes....

With my stomach empty...With my legs barefoot and maybe half clothed....Maybe the humiliation will be better than the weakest point in me...I want the whole world to use me as a moral example of "till death do us apart"... Let them call me insane...Those that think they know me to say I'm on drugs....Or maybe addicted....

I want to cry Infront of everyone ...I hope the ones reading my poems will notice the tears in my lines....I hope they will notice the spaces left by my pen while writing this....

If you were alive today....I would have called you... You know how much I loved your voice....But I'm scared apart from my drunk slurs I might cry.....I'm afraid you'll notice my heart is missing....or my voice isn't happy....

I could have come for you tonight....Take you where all lovers go...But where will i find you,I haven't healed yet... Apart from the floors of my bathroom....I think my next favorite spot is the kitchen counter....

If you were alive today...I would have texted you I love you... But now I'll only love you like others do... view and like your Posts ... And only wish you show up at my place....

Speaking of which...I want more drinks and a louder more painful sad songs....


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MY EX's RELATIONSHIP

😱I'm jealous of my ex's relationship... I'm jealous of how she looks so contented with her man.. actually I saw her family picture..She is now in a marriage for three years now... I've developed the demon in me that likes to stare at her pictures.... with that in mind I think I'm the one with problems....

Last week I saw the pictures of her wedding.... Those reminded me of her words... You are OK... I'm the one with the problem....I saw her baby bump... She is a few months pregnant... I'm jealous with how she posts her perceived child's name...even with the baby bump she still looks beautiful...I'm really jealous sometimes angry... That pet name she uses... She was supposed to call me that... And me alone...

But this days she uses it to her man and her unborn... Im jealous of my ex's relationship... Last night she posted the picture of her man in millan.. that doesn't mean I don't go to millan... Infact we were in the same hotel....But the two love birds were all over each other on the dinner table... The same way she held my arms three years ago us the same way  she held his...

I'm really jealous... I want to call her and say sorry... I'd love if we are friends...But sometimes the ghost of our past comes parading themselves eagerly waiting to haunt....

I'm jealous of my ex's relationship.... She seems more happy than all the years we spent together....

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