poetry – Page 13 – Temperamentally Tina

We see the red stain.

Redas it hits the airflowing with the tiltit stays within the indents. It dries eventually we see the staincleaners rough abrasivesscrub the thought till it dissappears only red stainsand if they look hard enoughthey’ll rememberIs memory enough to keep from repeating? Nonot when the emotionswe’re bled out and once doneit changes the mind breaking theContinue reading “We see the red stain.”

I cannot tell you.

I cannot tell youwhy people are angryor why violence is released from oneself and onto another. I cannottell you why I can give reason and excuses and try to explain itbut I cannot tell you why. I cannot tell you why humans harm each other I cannot point to a human and tell you ifContinue reading “I cannot tell you.”

Ready to measure.

I have several sticks laid about the floorready to measure the length ready to fill and overfillthis little spacegrabbing out the paper measurer to determine the capacity and I know it’s therepast what it can keepso I cut a hole within my headto let my skull open and my brain breathe filling the room alreadyContinue reading “Ready to measure.”

The power to create is within ourselves.

The hardest part about creating today is that much has already been donewe live in parameters of the past trying to fit within their outlines holding up to what we’ve been told are the greats taught in classas who to inspire to be we’ve forgotten that the power to create is within ourselves skill canContinue reading “The power to create is within ourselves.”

Processing noises and words.

I can hear it allin my ears read it all each wordwith my eyesprocessing noisesand wordsfiltering it though the bossthat’s rarely satisfied. This boss up hereit’s strict it has demandsI’ve said fuck off several times and it lets me know through the pain in my headmaking its way through down to the burning in myContinue reading “Processing noises and words.”

Stitch the skin.

We can repairstitch the skin use glue when neededstaples that disintegrate as the wound healsbut the bladeit’ll reach different partsdifferent places the skin pigmentation lighter or darkerit doesn’t matterbecause living things bleedand humans die for their idealsbecause strength has been miscommunicated for centuries and no matter the processwe always fail to live within restraint. ThanksContinue reading “Stitch the skin.”

Embracing the pavement.

There is this placein which I can feelmy body embracing the pavement and the smell of iron as my blooddrips leaving a corpse for another to findthis place it’s very real this place I’m speaking ofin which we spend our limited time here preparing for a place we can’t seecan’t feelcan’t hearand in preparation ofContinue reading “Embracing the pavement.”

I live here.

I’m not living for what may happenI live for what is happening this life right now here in this place in which I can think in which I can feel in which I can hear in which I can smell I can seeI live hereand even if I lost my senses I would know thisContinue reading “I live here.”

Can we just live?

I’m going to dieYou’re going to dieHe’s going to dieShe’s going to dieThey’re going o die It’s going to dieHe/She/Them/They They’re all going to die…Till then can we just live? No…We have opinions to give ideals to push thoughts to givethoughts to take. Living without fight would be an impossibility when each and everyis fightingContinue reading “Can we just live?”

The evil we evade is all of us.

The most painful thought that clutches my brain digging in and replacing hope is that the evil we evade is all of us. There is no group we could confine within cellsor burry within our soilsto vanish the evil and live within purity because humans are animals. It’s not the rich aloneit’s not ethnicity it’sContinue reading “The evil we evade is all of us.”