Grabbing the paint and brushesa canvas and a cup of waterthe artist begins. Splatters of colors hitting the canvasthe art begins splat another splat. A loud screamthe artist stops rolls their eyes as they look way from the canvasand at the table behind them. “Just a little more red, you wanted to be a partContinue reading “Art.”
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Sleeping when awake?
He made his way to the beduncertain of where he stooda fall and he crashed so fastas if the last year never existed as if he had slept one night offturning that into many morecomatose was he?no he wasn’t he had been walking he had been talking he had taken to her long nights inContinue reading “Sleeping when awake?”
Overwhelming Stress
The overwhelming stress of my life of our livesof their livesof your life is that of a competition. I’m mentally at my limit as if you’re not? and I know that it’s an empty thought to send out there out of my brain and within yours because since birth we’ve had this primal needto standContinue reading “Overwhelming Stress”
Self worth
Self worth is a weighted thought coated by several sheets of paint chipped and breaking awayfrom the wallsand if you look close enough you can see the insecurity peeking out like an eye lurking in the quietest of settings till you grab the sledgehammer breaking the silence and bloodying the eye leaving splats of redContinue reading “Self worth”
Dancing
The animals are dancing I’m laughing and carrying myself through the dayto the night when I can settle in and sit alone letting out the thoughts dancing about my headready to release an escape for stresswhere gossip doesn’t cause harm because the words I type are fictionalized and the danger presented poses no danger toContinue reading “Dancing”
My heart exhausted.
My heart… exhaustedpumping fastyet never enthusiasticallypumping on obligation and responsibility. My heart skipsone beatfaster it pumpsto carry its slack feeling the exhaustion starved of quietnesssuffering beneath its own beats. In it’s hallowed out homeit pounds about the wallscrying out to the brain abovethat it’s time to destressto take a mental breakto take a moment itsContinue reading “My heart exhausted.”
To be the universe.
To be the universeto be livingto be connectedto be it all. Livingbreathingcreating evolvingand finding morewithout the ability to retain personal thought. Connected by each lifeby each speciesdown to the smallest parasites and all the way to the parasitic lifeforms sifting the knowledge straight out of the crust of their planet as they travel beyondand intoContinue reading “To be the universe.”
It’s a parasite?
Can you explain what a soul is,do we need one,is it necessary?Is it like an appendix a ticking explosion without it you can live with it your a ticking bomb,shit how long till you explode? Please explain,is it an identity?Nobody has explained this to me.Can you live without it, I supposed right? It has noContinue reading “It’s a parasite?”
Wrestling with the many words.
She was thrown in the ringwrestling with the many wordsthat defined the sportroped off by civilized notions and laws she must followas she crawled beneath the ropeshe got twisted and flipped about stuck feeling the self worth being beaten out of her by each opponent she came acrossand all their thoughts slammed all of hersContinue reading “Wrestling with the many words.”
I am not excelling.
I am not excelling at this human thingin which I must make moneyand work harderand make less moneythan those with their putters shaking hands on the green.As I stand within buildingsas others search for the perfect shirt and perfect spanks as if a muffin top doesn’t existif it’s smotheredbeneath a shirtand I must smileand greetandContinue reading “I am not excelling.”
Temperamentally Tina 