How do you get people to build?How do you get people to sweat?How do you get people to bleed and break?You offer them improbable oddsa lotterya jackpotyou offer them democracyyou give them titles you create storesyou create jobsyou pay them just enough to keep yourself at the top. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
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People reacting and building.
Is the sun losing its heatall the voices on repeat are our tears acidic breaking the atmosphere our skin is covered in moles as we rake fire over the coals. To much clutterthe dump trucks puttertake the whole load some of it will corrode as the birds get caught in circlesturning purple less birds toContinue reading “People reacting and building.”
Never does the boss take a day off.
The boss keeps the blood from curdling by telling its worker to keep pumpingThe boss keeps the carbon-dioxide from building by reminding its worker to exhale The boss keeps the toxins from residing by telling its worker to cleanse. Never does the boss take a day offuntil it’s time for the body to retireand allContinue reading “Never does the boss take a day off.”
This brain belongs to me.
Here is a poem I wrote this morning… This brain belongs to me these thoughts they multiply and create liesI know I am groundedwithin factual existence I must or else I’ll breakwithin a fabricated society shattering real physicsand loosing my grip entirely. The above poem was one of several poems I wrote this morning asContinue reading “This brain belongs to me.”
You want more?
She looks below her feetshe lets out a giggle“That tickles.”she crouches down “Is it moving?” She leaps uplifting one footthen stomping it down lifting it up and taking a look“Gross,” she screams“There are guts all over me.” Different bloods mixing together some oxygenated others not “Eww it made purple,get off,” she cried.“It’s your fault,stop crawlingContinue reading “You want more?”
What is that spot?
She stares at the blank computer screenwaiting as if the words are going to write themselvesher mind empty she tries again she looks down at her fingernails a little dirtgross. To the sinkher hands bleed germs are tough the water hot the soap almost emptyher hands still they bleedand she only scrubs harder turning offContinue reading “What is that spot?”
I have a heart.
I have a heart with extra fatty tissueit won’t kill me that’s my life motto something isn’t right as the doctors stateit won’t kill you. My heart strugglesfast beatsthe more my brainholds and retains the harder the struggleand the lungs have a small capacity to retain all the insanity created by the outward factors. IContinue reading “I have a heart.”
Guppies in the pond.
A calm posture replaced by complicated matterscollections adding on more guppies in the pond and you feel overwhelmed not enough supplies to go around because it’s tied up in the hands of cons you’ve pulled seven guppies out that one has an ugly snout with your crafty hands it’ll be workable to bad for themContinue reading “Guppies in the pond.”
I shovel myself out.
All these standards to live by all these standards to fall beneath I shovel myself out several nights a week buried by perfectionists buried by misconceptions the dirt has reached my lungs I exhale dust I feel okno forget that I feel exceptional I feel freed as I say never I don’t want the tombstoneContinue reading “I shovel myself out.”
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.”
Temperamentally Tina 