I wrote a poetry book; Can We Sleep Now?

(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?”

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.”

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.”

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.”