The prey are hiding awayas the predators are busy waiting.The predator makes a move.The animals are at it again making their noisesthe prey crying out as the predators busily chomp away rendering their cries silent. While the rest of the animals keep quiet in their housesbusily starting up their stoves boiling the potsreaching into theirContinue reading “Soiling their meals in lead.”
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A dirty coat.
I’m always out as your knocking because I’m on a search and I’ve always valued answers more than partial truths and half thoughts. I want to find it allwhere we startedus as in the entire species of humanity and you you stand anchored knocking. When I open you sigh of disinterest you want me youContinue reading “A dirty coat.”
Holes in the box.
Thoughts swim within the airpolluted by the germs of fellow wordsinfecting those thoughts with their sicknesspolluting views and simple wantsturning simple wants into weapons loaded of hate and disgustand slowly destroying the healthy bacteria living within idealsbecause perspectiveis covered in vocal cord eating bacteria getting in and exposing wounds as they slice through the larynxleavingContinue reading “Holes in the box.”
Their eyes bring me back.
I go out in my dreamsslipping within other headsthinking thoughts that belong to them giving them a stronger voicewith the keyshitting the track pad finding spaces to make wordsrather than strings of letters.Stability is important,as a writer I feel planting roots within lifekeeps my mind aware and awake. My dreams appearand they play.As if duringContinue reading “Their eyes bring me back.”
No I’m the most right.
I’d like to believe that I am the most rightand I know your sitting backthinking no I’m the most rightand I’m like no it’s meit most certainly isand then I stop and I thinkshitisn’t that where we fucked upbelieving that any one person could be correct? We’ve been arrogant in our thoughtsin our knowledge becauseContinue reading “No I’m the most right.”
Twisting the cords.
A connection entangles the two twisting the cordsaround each other fumbling to find the ends pulling and tuggingspeaking loudereach parttrying to be heard. The cords constantly tuggedslowly they stop and their words are spoken and listened to and slowly the two stop tugging and searching for the ends because the more wrapped they become theContinue reading “Twisting the cords.”
Lips green as the blades of grass.
A face dyed red and lips green as the blades of grassthat curve upeven upon restfor if they were to slip they could present a sense of being upsetand questions would arisein which the answers would be pointlessbecause a frown is reserved for sadness.Although there are days when the creature just wants to relaxand giveContinue reading “Lips green as the blades of grass.”
Slipping through as a tear drop.
Every moment keeps falling apartin one memory it’s solidin another the memory liquifies slipping through as a tear drop fragile and ready to breakas the moment is remembered it slips its way out as it hits the wall and comes to an endslipping through the tear ducts leaving a feeling of lossand nothing to settleContinue reading “Slipping through as a tear drop.”
Are we tied to our memories?
Are we tied to our memories our thoughtsour aspirations are they what we are made of?Our memoriesare they what determine our laughterour pain threshold the reasons our tears surface?If our memories were released the same as bugs in a jarwould they fly away leaving behind an empty container? Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
An immortal elixir.
People are dying.And?People are fucking dying!Are people not supposed to die?Is there an elixir I’m unaware ofthat allows a person to live forever?I don’t think so.Alright then people are going to dieand if there was an immortal elixir people would still diebecause not everyone can live forever and in a society of social classes it’sContinue reading “An immortal elixir.”
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