(I am a participant in the Amazon Associates Program and any qualifying purchases made through affiliate links I may earn a commission on at no additional cost to you.) I recently self published an art and poetry collection through Amazon. For the collection I drew a new creature each night and wrote a reaction toContinue reading “I wrote a poetry book; Can We Sleep Now?”
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The ashes have fallen.
The ashes have fallenscattering as they drift aboutmaking their way to the groundas the one leftslowly snappedto the pressureof survivingfalling within it’s final placebefore it’s timethe pressure of finding stabilitycauses restless thoughtsand the restless thoughtsaren’t calmed within a tree poseand deep breathscauses the branch to achedeep within it’s chestfeeling as if it’ll burst into flamescreatingContinue reading “The ashes have fallen.”
I can see a face.
There is a noise I often hearat times it is angryat times it is sadat times it is happyat times it chuckles a diabolical laughter. If I look closely enough I can see a faceappearing when I am alonethe face looks as if it is meltingas if it is made of wax.tears I cry stingContinue reading “I can see a face.”
As if your a truth teller.
They’re so fake that’s a large mistake claiming others as liars and living beneath a lower bar as if your a truth teller your level of oxygen is bringing us underall that air compressing out your lungsit’s time all your lies have been hungthere is to many to be rung out enough water to adverseContinue reading “As if your a truth teller.”
Flashes of heart.
Thumps in the distanceeyes illuminatedflashes of hearteach one more distraughta creature bornriddled between two places torn. When I work on writing a book I often get wrapped up on the ending, and each character and then I’ll go off on other stories before I finish one. I have a difficulty staying focused on one thingContinue reading “Flashes of heart.”
Curious minds always searching.
Eyes always lurkingcurious minds always searchingthe keeper of knowledge willing to shareas if their minds truly carefor the answers aren’t always as they dreamfor the answers are overlooked rather than seenwe want the world we perceiveso badly we choose to believe. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
The sun will die.
Pulled away from homeexhausted as the flames witherthe sun will dieas the flower will wiltthe heart of it’s homefizzling outdrying fadingand someday it’ll be a frozen landscapesealing the flowers fate. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina.
Driven by curiosity.
Driven by curiosityfeeling dreary within their insanityexhaustion creeps intwisted and hidden withina hunched back weighted by knowledgeshredding their sense of couragetogether they collectand conceal intellectthe knowledge angersstirring up ill feelings against strangerstogether they endureexhausted and wallowing in the hope for no more. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
Their bellies are full.
The creatures they feedupon the Earth beneath their feetan organism never to be set freethe creatures grow larger as the ground struggles to breathe. Are they blissfultheir bellies are fullwell nourishedroundly plumped their society has flourishedfor the accumulation of wealth at the expense of public health. After putting in a few hours tonight on aContinue reading “Their bellies are full.”
The flow an outpour.
The liquid begins to dripas the creature readjusts its gripthe flow an outpourof blood and morebile, and tearsfrom all the days over the yearsa heavily weighted mixture of happiness and sadnessall of it had driven the heart within madnessas if the heart could crythump thump with each beat the creatures claws pryshredding it opena gushContinue reading “The flow an outpour.”