poetry – Temperamentally Tina

Art is lost.

All the food is deadly and the art makes me feel melancholy not because of the subject mattermore so all the chatter. Our bodies are sick and our minds barely tickexpanding mansions built upon fashionsthat make me illas I hand the cashier more money for the till. Art is lost writing on windows after theContinue reading “Art is lost.”

Everything is built upon another.

Everything is built upon another. One life, several more intertwining taking and forgettingthat the soil is nourished in waterconsisting of tears. It is all living,be it conscious awarenessor swirling about in the windbeing carried to fall. It is all living the seeds in the windthe plants producing the oxygenwithout thought it is still lifecan weContinue reading “Everything is built upon another.”

I think it’s us.

I think it’s us.I thinks it’s our minds.I think it’s our desirefor something better. I don’t think it’s this placewe could be the race to space and we’d be broken still. We’d create more damage the crust on which we explore. This place we’ve been born it’s burning it’s reactingit’s shifting.It could fall just aContinue reading “I think it’s us.”

Using the flesh as fertilizer.

We’re exploding because of the pressure all the words spokenall the actions expected all the behaviors forced all the stereotypes depicted it’s a buildup a tension choices we can’t keep up filling our yards with mistakes using the flesh as fertilizer and gagging on the taste. After the crime all around hands raise voices creepContinue reading “Using the flesh as fertilizer.”

Cascading through existence.

At this moment I’m breathing at this moment I’m hereat this moment I’m living two minutes my lungs could quitchoke up at this moment I’m breathing till I’m not till I’m gasping and the air cannot be reached and this life it stops and if I am a soulI’d drift lifeless waste lessin the voidContinue reading “Cascading through existence.”

What exists out of this mind.

I’m not aware of what existsoutside of this mindout there in the infinitebeyond our eyesit is small what a mind graspsthe capacity isn’t comparable to forever to the space universe has taken to the information that entersto process everything at once I cannot there are words we’ve chosen words repeated over centuries stories with theContinue reading “What exists out of this mind.”

To be numb to feeling?

I know sometimes people feel numb to feeling to thinking they just can’t as if their minds are on ice and the coldness is hardening their thoughts that can’t be chiseled out. I’m not numb to feeling I feel itI think it I don’t always want I don’t want to socialize I try to stayContinue reading “To be numb to feeling?”

It fixes nothing.

Charity fixes nothing if it did then we wouldn’t be so broken we wouldn’t have homelessand the higher bits making the middle pick up the scraps from the tables and emptying change from their pockets. Which does nothingsolves nothing because it changes nothing the gesture cements the system reapplying to the cracksthat keep opening everyContinue reading “It fixes nothing.”

Slip from the rules.

Could we just not do whatever we’re doing right now whatever we’ve done in the pastcould we just do something newdoes it exist stillthat concept of newso many ideas writtenso many rules placed can I scratch them outis it possibleto slip from the rulesand create something newI feel a sense of jealousy to those beforeContinue reading “Slip from the rules.”

As my body lays on the ice.

I feel a bit weak several days a weak and my feet stumble as my entire body takes a tumble and I feel a sense of deathalthough I can see my breath as my body lays on the icelater I place my appendage in rice hearing the vibration as it exits hibernation I search forContinue reading “As my body lays on the ice.”