Every task is rushedby the emotions triggering quick actions and over thinking as I struggle through the chores. Standing upon the soggy floormy foot slipsand my body fallsoverwhelmed by the water stainsand dirty feet printsI crumble beneath the crawl space. Settling in with the ratssearching for foodas they beginto nibble my skinI lay dormant. TheContinue reading “Every task is rushed.”
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In the syringe.
She saw the nurse holding the syringe labeled a bad moodand quickly she thought,How would it be any different why not succumband accept it?Wouldn’t it be easier to be regulated even if it’s anger and sadness at a high intensity rather than a mixture of allhappy, excited, surprised, sad, angry, frustratedthe list continues unsure ofContinue reading “In the syringe.”
Opinions have become political.
Every thoughthas become closer to warand opinions have become political.I remember the timeswhen people just votedto voteas if it mattered then the election endedand they lived on. Now all we do is talk complain about this sidecomplain about that sideand I’m like are they both rich?Salute to them they bought their way their faces gluedContinue reading “Opinions have become political.”
Frustration.
Frustration existedat the first moment of thoughteven before thought was possiblefrustration crept inat the moment of breath even before then as they nestled in theirmother’s womb frustration was already alive within them. As frustration grew through childhoodand early adulthoodfrustration changedat first it was the smallest feeling a tinge of hungerawaiting another to be fedfeeling aContinue reading “Frustration.”
I watch the words.
I watch the wordsas they write themselvesupon the walls of my mind.The little me she scurries to wipe clearthe wallsto keep it clean as the words write faster upon the wallsshe struggles to keep up.Smudging wordsas letters become entangled and words look funnyand peculiar to that of what I was taught. She stands back wonderingContinue reading “I watch the words.”
I can see the thoughts.
I can see the thoughts as I think them slipping out of my mind as if they’re spiders quickly sprouting websas the words dangle hanging off my ceiling in the webs of thoughts hatching as the anxiousfeelings growand they multiply as my mind sputters to keep upmy eyes weightedby all that they must processand myContinue reading “I can see the thoughts.”
It’s just a part of human.
All the trash pile it in a landfilland the pains just cover with a pilland the thoughts erase with a hard fallas the others just stand there and stallshredding the evidence of actions altering the captions. History books are flawedand feeling that soon will be outlawedas the past speaksthe boards of the past creeksand weContinue reading “It’s just a part of human.”
Approval
I do not need your approval nor do you need mine it’s me I seek and it’s me that judges the most me that holds me back me that worries what you think me that gets angered when you share a different perspective because I don’t want it to become mine and it isn’t norContinue reading “Approval”
All these rules.
All these rules makes my words scatterfleeing about the pagesscreaming let me outerase meadd an UPPERCASEwhat about the , don’t forget the .no I’m yelling add an ! markno that feels to stronglets calm it downshall we ? no it has to fit formfit what those that knowhave written down I must keep upI mustContinue reading “All these rules.”
It’s dirty again.
It’s dirty again cleaning is a task that’s rarely completewiping the dirt off the floora scatter of feetand there is plenty more. Scrub and scrub moreknees acheabove wooden planksnails escaping and the knees are their final landing sponges soaking in the sweat and the frustrations that never stay clean. Peroxide for the kneesthe sting isContinue reading “It’s dirty again.”
Temperamentally Tina 