Overlooking the extraordinariness of life is easy when the answers are all written within the pages of books digested by your eyes and shredded by your brain to keep the information from over piling. There is a wonder to this universe that we often forget we get trapped within thought within an arrogance that thereContinue reading “Written within the pages of books.”
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Filling of shit.
What an asshole you may thinkas their words fling in your face. Let’s evaluate their thoughts.The first one wiggling as I pull it out shit, it says you suck. The second one it’s all slimy and grosseww I throw it smack in your faceyou read it. No I’m not the asshole. Are you sure?Aren’t weContinue reading “Filling of shit.”
HELP. We ask for Help.
We always ask for helplooking up to the clouds as if there is a world our eyes cannot seerather than having faith in ourselves and acknowledging many of our misfortunes are our own doings. Other people taking resources in large quantities as others are left with less and if we could we to would.If youContinue reading “HELP. We ask for Help.”
Rocks collide.
If it can make life out of its finger tips why would it be a he or a she?An asexual being would be both the mother and the father splitting exact replicas. Although this one is just giving seeds of itself and what if it isn’t intelligent at all?What if it had an itch andContinue reading “Rocks collide.”
The fear of living here.
Is a pandemic not a testupon our ability to work in pairs to find answers and share?Rather we talk loudly above each other ripping masks off our faces and spitting at each other out of angerbecause we can’t accept that life before was a total mess.We long for what was and we fight so hardContinue reading “The fear of living here.”
Will the tree collapse?
Will the tree collapseburrowing me beneath its pressure my strength is sub par and my stamina is one weighted by exhaustionand my mental capacity is overfilling as the gas is leaking from the opening. Ones ability to escape is linked to its need for survivaland if the tree collapses I wonder if I’d welcome theContinue reading “Will the tree collapse?”
We only live within the shells of ourselves.
To exist must one simply breath? To exist must one simply wake each morning?To exist is it simply living? Must your experience be known to othersto prove your existence?A slugleaving a slimy trail exists,if the brashness of the rain washes the trail away does that wash away the slug as well? Only if our feetContinue reading “We only live within the shells of ourselves.”
Before the blood freezes.
Externally I’m shaking trying to warm up before the blood freezesand liquification isn’t an option. A needle inserteda bag tilted inspecting as the friction meets the skin stay warm have to stay warm a lighter I’m never been a smokerand candles aren’t always necessary in the times of electricity. I breath out as the airContinue reading “Before the blood freezes.”
Awaiting the darts.
I feel my brain is bogged down by the body that contains itby the society that shapes itby the thoughts that are forced within it as if it’s a boardand the darts are the other words and simply the brain just sits in wait as the words mark their spot and I must accept theContinue reading “Awaiting the darts.”
We enter. We exit.
We enter;no breath a pat, a hitwe scream with tearsplaced upon a scaleweighted and marked a bracelet slapped upon our wrists snuggled close upon a chest as our life starts. We hear soundsand see up closeslowly further outthe shadows begin to take shapeand the voices we heardbegin to have faces. Those faces wrinkle and theContinue reading “We enter. We exit.”
Temperamentally Tina 