I feel as if placed within my heartthere have been several sliversand each sliver is attached to another and the slivers are made of flesh and that flesh has a small skin-like stringthat unraveled and entangled itself within the sliverand every timethe owner of the slivers pullI feel a pain in my heart and everyContinue reading “Slivers within my heart.”
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Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?
I have memoriesthat I see play as I’m staring at something else and I’m left to wonder if my memories would stay the same if I had another perspective shifting my view into the other would I have felt sad instead of happyor happy instead of sad and as I stare at the picture internallyContinue reading “Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?”
The world is a giant mouth.
The world is a giant mouth and the bodies rooted upon it are the teeth.They’re rotted by cavities,settled in by words spitted out,by the other teeth and in time the enamels have worn thin rendering them sensitive. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
People don’t have barcodes.
People don’t have barcodes to be scanned in quantities the button held down pressing numbers accumulating and skipping cartons on the shelfneglecting deeper connections with each product. Being known is the ideal right? and knowing more is critical in our own expiration although I have always sheltered a deeper needfor a more personal interest oneContinue reading “People don’t have barcodes.”
As I try to balance.
I hear a little voiceit yellsit needs more I hear another little voicethat one needs something elseI turn around do several spinsgrabbing this then grabbing that and I sit searching legal jargon that mostly contradicts on how to self publish then my mind drifts and I readthis is bestand that is hazardous and I thenContinue reading “As I try to balance.”
Trapped within internalization.
She took three spinsand her brain blurred internally she turned as outside of her maintained its broken statureon the third spin her brain regained focus and took her over telling her a storyand she tried to regain herselfher focus on the external world laughing with each picture she had internalized no her brain wasn’t feedingContinue reading “Trapped within internalization.”
We both hit death.
I take several rightsgo rightgo rightalright I’ll go right. From the other direction they take several leftsgo leftgo leftok they say “I’ll do it don’t fret.” Eventually our roads stop I went rightrightright.They went leftleftleft.Both our roads they stoppedand I think was I doing it right? My niceto them it was rudetheir niceto me itContinue reading “We both hit death.”
Their choices are to grow or to die together.
Their choices are to growor to die together. They choose to growas they get angryamongst each other. They choose to hate parts to tolerate partsand to love parts. They choose to bickerto debateand at times they agree. And when they stopthe muck drags them down. And they dietogetherbecause they can no longer live united. TonightContinue reading “Their choices are to grow or to die together.”
The boards up on the windows.
The sirens stoppedand the silence churned a deeper fear within her.It was quiet.The boards up on the windows and she thought do I take them down,is it worth the risk to know the truth? Arms gripped upon her waist,“it’s best to wait,” he said. “In here it is us,out there is another boarded up homeContinue reading “The boards up on the windows.”
A hazard to itself.
Organisms dieand life it keeps trying sparking new out of old rewriting genetic codes forgetting pieces adding in new derivatives continuing to existas one species goes extinct another evolves changing thriving rearranging codes lost in the sequence more appear over time changes alterations new formulas outliving a single creator becoming larger life stays in controlContinue reading “A hazard to itself.”
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