Will it ever beas I want it to be?Each word shitterthan the lastand I’m stucknew ideasnever finishedleft partially executed slipping out of the brainthe pages not emptyalthough the words re-read come out pointlessnew is a longing in which keeps me deletingswitching because different is a difficulty in which I’m trying and I’m feeling is impossibleandContinue reading “New is a longing.”
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We’re stopping here.
We’re walking backwardsstopping at a stand we bow to the worst of ourselvesthe worst of our pastthe worst of thosethat already hit death we’re becoming themreliving their hateclothing ourselves in their fearwe’re stopping hereand I have no explanation as to why? Why can’t we accept a newnesswhy can’t we live in a world that isContinue reading “We’re stopping here.”
Hard work matters.
I don’t think kindly I often fill of insults and cruel attitudes towards appearanceand body positivity drives me crazybecause hard work matters and tending to your first and foremost home is of importance.Your brain resides within your body and it is who you are and if you neglect the shell that contains that very partContinue reading “Hard work matters.”
Can’t explain itself.
Everything in, everything out.Shaking…The body is feeling. The brain is taking in,the brain is putting out.A response to the environment.Can the body relax?No it can’t,now always not every time.There are many words,many thoughtsand the still the brain can’t explain.It can’t tell the body why,why it feels the stress.It’s overwhelmed and can’t explain itself. Thanks forContinue reading “Can’t explain itself.”
Larger we must gain.
Life shall be largeand homes forever largerexpanding with each breath larger we must gain. Our time it slips and dies encased within the workwe must put in and more we mustwithout enough we cannot collect the interest is minimalwhen your low. I don’t want your hopesI don’t want what I’ve readI don’t want what I’veContinue reading “Larger we must gain.”
I have thoughts I believe to be my owngoing back through conversations whom said it first,me or you? Are we all tied up together speaking wordswriting them downtrying to understand reading through researchI’ve been told the resolveyet I’m now curious on howwhat it felt to find what it felt to live through. The terror ofContinue reading
It hurts in there.
It hurts in thereI can’t think it fast or enough of itto get rid of the frustration because all those other thoughtsare thrown so quicklyfrom places that are hereand that are theresome of them make believeonly to live in hereand the pain it buildsfilling of conversations that have happenedand haven’t and I’m forgetting my ownContinue reading “It hurts in there.”
It’ll keep breathing.
I don’t knowwhat this life has planned I’m just alivethat’s what I know and in my death it’ll keep breathing as my heart stops other will continue to pumpand more will be discovered because life keeps growing it adds more as it deletes out parts that aren’t quite efficient creating foodfeeding upon each other. DoContinue reading “It’ll keep breathing.”
Living in my brain.
Living in my brainhas been difficult I’d rather be herethan there or anywhere else although it hurtsalways taking in listening trying to interrupt to get a word out a thoughtthrown amongst the restit feels anxious and upsetit gets angered when all noises hit at once and the quiet is obliterated it swells upand it burstsContinue reading “Living in my brain.”
What created those?
Life existsand how is the answer we haven’t given.Finding fillers supreme creators if they’re real I must ask what created those?Who is gods god?I need more I need to know it allnot just a smidge of it.I need moreI need to know what createdour creators? Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 