Expectations aren’t always fittingin my mind I see it as if piecesand as I pick apart my brain I arrange the squishy pink partsacross the table unable to match it up the scissors weren’t sharp enough the memories didn’t ink properly with blotches and missed pieceswith little coloring at alland others filled of wordswith missingContinue reading “Expectations”
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Creating till it isn’t.
I can’t be anything because it’s all filth and filth I clean. The mold spurs I scrub and I spray and I make it disappear so I can be nothing because I’d clean it I’d rip it up wipe it with a rag burn it offand forget ittill it grows again. Again I’ll clean itContinue reading “Creating till it isn’t.”
My brain reacts.
My brain reacts it feels threatened by thoughts and I question do you feel that way tois that why we humans separate, attack , defend? We’re often searching for a correct life as if the internet could give us thatit could give us opinions that don’t equate to factsscenarios that playedand will play but itContinue reading “My brain reacts.”
Feeding the ground.
All the burdens of keeping at itof cleaning it up of having enough even if that’s speculation and not fact it creeps inwrapping the cordsof this structurearoundour wristsour necksour chestsour legsas we twistwe try to screamyour ears hearing the screamsmy ears taking it inand our brains blocking itbecause it’s realand it isn’t tangible it isIContinue reading “Feeding the ground.”
Falling into the sun.
Out the doorthere is open spaceif feels endlessit isn’tI can’t see it all at once all directions this Earth is roundit holds us alltill it doesn’t. It orbitswithin a systemheld by? it isn’tthe Earth is falling into the sunit missestill it doesn’t. Then wethen usthen money then values then morals then self worth then allContinue reading “Falling into the sun.”
I’m really just here.
An exhausted state of beingoverwhelmed by mistakesthat only exist by those that created themtrying to find a fairness of lifein which doesn’t exist does it? There are ecosystemsfood chainsof smaller thingsexisting to feedthe larger thingsI often wonderdoes a bug exist to feed a racoon or to scatter the pollen of plantor has the racoon adaptedtoContinue reading “I’m really just here.”
That parasitic thing.
I don’t believe if I die tomorrowI’ll go somewhere elsethis person I am will be no longerunable to thinkunable to bejust gone. Let’s say there is a souland I believe youeven if I don’t I’ll say I doand even then I’d still believe I will go nowhere. That parasitic thingit’ll detach from my bodyseparating toContinue reading “That parasitic thing.”
It never was on you was it?
There’s this focusto speak up for what cannot to stand up and scream let it be born then it is. Older it grows that’s what living things dothey growthey change they ageand their memories festertaking on gathering pieces in which shatters piercing glass within others. Those that once screamed let it be born are thoseContinue reading “It never was on you was it?”
Thinking is painful.
Thinking is painfulmy head is weighted with all the worriesand my body is feeling it the pain of understanding the pain of obligations the pain of the human condition. I think in webs of frustration navigating through thoughts stopping it isn’t blankalthough the thought is worthlessbecause it doesn’t pay the billsthe words don’t change theContinue reading “Thinking is painful.”
A rock.
To exist in matterbut be nothing in that of thoughta rock can be heldcan be placed cannot walkcannot thinkcannot growalthough it isn’t nothingI can feel itI can see itand it is nothing in that it is not living it is an objectthat I can think ofthat can be withered by a stormthat can be changedalthoughContinue reading “A rock.”
Temperamentally Tina 