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.”
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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.”
A space in which the world is not.
Your stuck in the sticky trap of personal time saving a few hours for yourselfand slipping within exhaustion.Marriage is giving yourselfand breaking away from that partthe part in which defines an individual.Time is fading exhaustion it overwhelms and as your lover I myself forget to take time to hold you to tell you I loveContinue reading “A space in which the world is not.”
The fruit is deadly.
Fruits are to be takenbetter hope not to be mistakena fruit is chewable and sweetswiftly taken and swallowed as a treatas long as the tree permits another to take several hitsand if the tree is to determine the taker as a vermin the fruit sweet and loving turns nasty in wording as it writes itsContinue reading “The fruit is deadly.”
Fresh is a way to take.
Language was createdwords definedfor us to connect to shareand understand. Each word has been spoken and new editions are rare for the writers of today are reading the words of yesterday and trying to switch them put that word on the right this word on the left throw the words together to make a sceneContinue reading “Fresh is a way to take.”
A building inside a building.
There is a building inside a buildingin one building there is youin another building there is me the measure of seconds that leads to a lifeis determined by the tadpoles that swim and maybe if they’re tiredor they arrive latewhatever the case there are infinite buildings inside buildingsin which there is only one of youandContinue reading “A building inside a building.”
To prevent drowning.
To prevent drowning one becomes submerged in anotheras their air is no longer their own they become encased inside as if the others body is a tomband in centurieswhat once was twowill be split apartand chiseledafter their deaths. As the ground abovecontinues to sinkopening it’s mouth to feed upon their compostbefore it becomes a shelterContinue reading “To prevent drowning.”
We must laugh.
We must laugh to feed the monsterif we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow. Hovering above our wordshovering above our laughterit swallows our insultschurning in the pit of its gutand shitting out upon the rest. If we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow.If we didn’t laugh at the wrong jokesthe monster would shrivel up and have to be watereduntilContinue reading “We must laugh.”
Temperamentally Tina 