There is a mind somewhere around hereDo you hear that whine?all our feet glued to the groundwho’s mindis it yoursare you a part of all the liesliving lifein hopes of what comes nextshh…he? she? might hear usI feel their hands upon my legsI try to lift my feetI’m heavyweighted by their smugisn’t it ironicour faithContinue reading “Are you a part of all the lies?”
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More is pushed.
More is pushed by societymore money, more spacethe size of our place a story is toldweaved together as if it’s boldas if every citizen lives in an above average homeeven if their bills are piling up they always have the best phoneand you may wonder who is the narrator we try to capture human truthContinue reading “More is pushed.”
Flashes of heart.
Thumps in the distanceeyes illuminatedflashes of hearteach one more distraughta creature bornriddled between two places torn. When I work on writing a book I often get wrapped up on the ending, and each character and then I’ll go off on other stories before I finish one. I have a difficulty staying focused on one thingContinue reading “Flashes of heart.”
Curious minds always searching.
Eyes always lurkingcurious minds always searchingthe keeper of knowledge willing to shareas if their minds truly carefor the answers aren’t always as they dreamfor the answers are overlooked rather than seenwe want the world we perceiveso badly we choose to believe. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
The sun will die.
Pulled away from homeexhausted as the flames witherthe sun will dieas the flower will wiltthe heart of it’s homefizzling outdrying fadingand someday it’ll be a frozen landscapesealing the flowers fate. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina.
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
Arms interlocked.
Arms interlockeda heart uplifted by the shockstatic erupting outside the gatesturbulence stored within the cratestwo hearts fusedhammers and nails usedto seal the crates filled of the paper wasteof the debts of the States. 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.”
Brittle bones fluids surrounding the curves.
Decades of blendingis it worth defendingthe bitterness eating the nervesbrittle bone fluids surrounding the curvestired of all the noisecaught up by the illusion of poisedefecating others hatred of skinfake smiles oftenfrightened by others angerguilt is the triggerconfusion is all the creature can musterouter appearances they blend in with the clusterfor what’s in their heart andContinue reading “Brittle bones fluids surrounding the curves.”
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.”
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