Nestled within the chambers live a mix of narcissistic and empathic creatures.The empaths feed on the shit of the narcissistsand the narcissists feed upon their shelterspitting out the rind.Leaving little room for the empaths to find their solitude turning them neurotic as they try to drink the liquid their home makes as if it isContinue reading “Nestled within the chambers.”
Author Archives: Tina
It is you.
I don’t like youa lot and the more I thought I became overwhelmed worriedthinking am I terrible? It is youI know it now and if I don’t do this all of existence as we know itmay crumble. Sorry I know it is rudeto laugh in another persons face it’s just I’m fucking with youyou areContinue reading “It is you.”
The results we want.
The results we wanttakes timetakes dedication takes motivation.Secondsminuteshoursdaysweeksmonthsyears of dedicationand we give what we’re able and we quitonly when we decideit isn’t worth it.Not because the resultsaren’t what we envisioned rather because our desirehas dissipatedand we’ve turned our attentions to new interests. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
She mixed vigorously.
In the bowlshe mixed vigorously each tear that droppedshe stirred fasterand as the laugher hitshe jarred itthe spit and alland slowlygentlyshe opened the lidand poured it into the bowl.As she heard the festering soundsof their anger coming out as gruntsshe collected their hurtful wordsand she poured them in.Everything sort of mixed into a pastegoing fromContinue reading “She mixed vigorously.”
The dirt is thrown.
Rip out the grasssetting free the soil underneathas you dig those holes larger with each strokethe dirt is thrownthe remorse is uplifted because messes can be cleaned by anyone.Freely you continue as you slip into a rather large hole and you lay yourself down thinking could I lay like this forever?How long?Depression is a placeContinue reading “The dirt is thrown.”
Is it money that’ll get you in?
With immortality comes more reservations is it money that’ll get you in?The clubs are quite exclusive never open to all how could it be? The population breeding on the daily. The immortals gathered about the clubhouse have they been sterilized? The whole point of death is to give up space for new life.If one isContinue reading “Is it money that’ll get you in?”
Soiling their meals in lead.
The prey are hiding awayas the predators are busy waiting.The predator makes a move.The animals are at it again making their noisesthe prey crying out as the predators busily chomp away rendering their cries silent. While the rest of the animals keep quiet in their housesbusily starting up their stoves boiling the potsreaching into theirContinue reading “Soiling their meals in lead.”
A dirty coat.
I’m always out as your knocking because I’m on a search and I’ve always valued answers more than partial truths and half thoughts. I want to find it allwhere we startedus as in the entire species of humanity and you you stand anchored knocking. When I open you sigh of disinterest you want me youContinue reading “A dirty coat.”
Holes in the box.
Thoughts swim within the airpolluted by the germs of fellow wordsinfecting those thoughts with their sicknesspolluting views and simple wantsturning simple wants into weapons loaded of hate and disgustand slowly destroying the healthy bacteria living within idealsbecause perspectiveis covered in vocal cord eating bacteria getting in and exposing wounds as they slice through the larynxleavingContinue reading “Holes in the box.”
Their eyes bring me back.
I go out in my dreamsslipping within other headsthinking thoughts that belong to them giving them a stronger voicewith the keyshitting the track pad finding spaces to make wordsrather than strings of letters.Stability is important,as a writer I feel planting roots within lifekeeps my mind aware and awake. My dreams appearand they play.As if duringContinue reading “Their eyes bring me back.”
Temperamentally Tina 