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Each person existstrying to find their worth within itour opinions escalateas we stake claim of knowledge to determine their fateover shared and often over blownall we know is what has been shownthe history of humanitydetermined by the writer rather than certain clarityfacts often shreddedby the ones most creditedit’s as if were all living in aContinue reading “Living in a solar eclipse.”

Adrift amongst the specksdisburse the crowd upon requestsan informal greeting initiatedas the commander stays elevatedthe face forces a friendly gesturea smile stitched as each frustration must festera blister that takes on an identity of it’s ownthe commander hasn’t always been shown Hitwo letters wrapped in a liethe face would rather shelter aloneforced to make niceContinue reading “Adrift amongst the specks.”

Indebted to the groundbedded within the Earth with a shrill soundas one sheds their bondas if they’re the most profoundwithin the ground another will meltevery feeling ever feltone faces forwardas their reality slips towardall the conflicted thoughts of the collectiveanticipating each perspectiveand another nodsentangling their worth within sod. The above poem was written in reactionContinue reading “As one sheds their bond.”

A wish filledseveral more sprouts from what we builda lump in the terraineach person lives to take claimyet no admittanceto the rather large size of their footprintasking of moreyet we all fawn and adorethe largest of allthe biggest of the resource smugglers gathered in a hallmaking donationsas their bellies burst from the foundationif only eachContinue reading “A wish filled, several more sprouts from what we build.”

After the blade had been takenthe creature is left shakenalone within a puddle of bloodwith the reflection of what once stoodeach thought allowed to breathewithin a world to over seethose that pass by scald the creaturejudgements can be torture. I wrote the above poem in response to the image. I viewed the image as aContinue reading “Judgements can be torture.”

Each person a number accumulatedtheir stories often exaggeratedwhen spoken by their tongueseach one outdonean outstanding applauseI often pausefeeling that suspicious thoughtnone of them will ever get caughtfor each number we accumulateis a part for the takeloneliness makes the number vulnerablerendering their votes affordable. Thanks for reading.Temperamentally Tina.

Stuck in the gunka hand tugged everything stunksome bewildered by the aggressionawaiting for extractionothers lay dormantnothing is permanentand yet some pulled hairsothers disassociated as if they had no caressome filled of hate and stumbledthat rage reset decades of progress as society crumbled. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina

Rooted in as a listenerspeaking with a stammerbeholding wisdom within all of uswilting their skin upon the Earth that’s on a cuspknowledge isn’t always satisfyingparts of it urges one to stop tryingas the world is caught up in petty argumentssharing words in careful installmentsnegotiating contractswith their own subconscious  that the anger and quarrelswon’t rip themContinue reading “Beholding wisdom within us all.”

Maybe we all are more connected than we thinkmaybe the thoughts we weep are that of anotherthe days our pens guide usare of stories we’ve been chosen to tellfor those mouths locked closedmaybe we are just one entitydivided within billions of vessels and all of this is a step within something something deeper that IContinue reading “Maybe we all are more connected than we think.”