I’d like to believe that I am the most rightand I know your sitting backthinking no I’m the most rightand I’m like no it’s meit most certainly isand then I stop and I thinkshitisn’t that where we fucked upbelieving that any one person could be correct? We’ve been arrogant in our thoughtsin our knowledge becauseContinue reading “No I’m the most right.”
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Twisting the cords.
A connection entangles the two twisting the cordsaround each other fumbling to find the ends pulling and tuggingspeaking loudereach parttrying to be heard. The cords constantly tuggedslowly they stop and their words are spoken and listened to and slowly the two stop tugging and searching for the ends because the more wrapped they become theContinue reading “Twisting the cords.”
Lips green as the blades of grass.
A face dyed red and lips green as the blades of grassthat curve upeven upon restfor if they were to slip they could present a sense of being upsetand questions would arisein which the answers would be pointlessbecause a frown is reserved for sadness.Although there are days when the creature just wants to relaxand giveContinue reading “Lips green as the blades of grass.”
Slipping through as a tear drop.
Every moment keeps falling apartin one memory it’s solidin another the memory liquifies slipping through as a tear drop fragile and ready to breakas the moment is remembered it slips its way out as it hits the wall and comes to an endslipping through the tear ducts leaving a feeling of lossand nothing to settleContinue reading “Slipping through as a tear drop.”
Are we tied to our memories?
Are we tied to our memories our thoughtsour aspirations are they what we are made of?Our memoriesare they what determine our laughterour pain threshold the reasons our tears surface?If our memories were released the same as bugs in a jarwould they fly away leaving behind an empty container? Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
An immortal elixir.
People are dying.And?People are fucking dying!Are people not supposed to die?Is there an elixir I’m unaware ofthat allows a person to live forever?I don’t think so.Alright then people are going to dieand if there was an immortal elixir people would still diebecause not everyone can live forever and in a society of social classes it’sContinue reading “An immortal elixir.”
Grab the lighter.
Conversations and wordsstories of childhoodthe past is on the pages certain parts forgotten and those pages rippedand worn outby decadesupon decadesupon decades. Grab the lighterwe can burn them not because they’re filled of shame or horror stories they’re not simply because it gets cold at night and the warmth of the fire will keep usContinue reading “Grab the lighter.”
There is a bigger treat up there.
Fuck.She rubbed her head.Fuck.She rubbed her head again.This time looking up.She quickly blinked her eyes,again she blinked faster.What the fuck?She shook her head.No my imagination is doing it again,it’s all in here.She thought hitting her own head.Bitch.The words hit her fast.She stoppedand looked upstaring at the imageof a man trapped in a….She thought about it.IsContinue reading “There is a bigger treat up there.”
Oceans filled of blood.
We all want to be the most right the most togetherthe most worthy to look up towhich is impossible because thoughts aren’t solid.They crack and through the cracks liquid seeps that liquid varies in thicknessand potency.It belongs to trillions mixingand changing as it turns truths into lies and old lies into truths because the moreContinue reading “Oceans filled of blood.”
The numbers dialed.
There are regretssome are necessities in which we accept because the right person is the one in which we weather through the storm of life with.They aren’t the most perfectbecause perfect is make believe they are the one that we remember that we hold that we cannot replace the one that we accept and allowContinue reading “The numbers dialed.”
Temperamentally Tina 