poetry – Page 2 – Temperamentally Tina

Blending at all times.

Life is a consistency of mistakes a finger on the button it is blending at all times as life is dying it’s joining in and mixing again changing through chemistry can I set that goo on fire renew it write it with redowning the mistakes knowing the pastallowing myself to do more and do lessingestingContinue reading “Blending at all times.”

Thinking

Thinkingif it is easyit seems as if it isthe lungs just have to breathe the heart just has to pump the brain just needs to keep continue thinking and all the systems will operate right? Yet the lungs are often performing beneathand the heart is quickalmost to quick and in the chestit always achesas theContinue reading “Thinking”

Fear; an easy advertiser.

Fear is an easy advertiser a product to sellto cure a feelingthat cannot be shedrather bandaged till it scars. Fear makes a productfeel as if it is lifeand death is without it. Fear allows the level headed to be chained turned into weapons because fear is an impulse that we’re so quick to rid ofbutContinue reading “Fear; an easy advertiser.”

You just keep trying to smile.

You are breathingyou know that because you can see it through the cold your hands are turning colors the needles settling in you know you must be alive even if you’ve seen yourself burieda nightmare manifested by the brain to damper the illness. Although the illness is make believe it’s the pressuresthat were invented notContinue reading “You just keep trying to smile.”

Trying to understand

I feel I’ve lived several deaths of this mind as it forgetsas it learns parts are turnedparts are picked parts are neglected. They turn they rot and they die offthose deaths they happen often in this brain of mine I can see so clearly feel it so heavily and then I just don’t I changeContinue reading “Trying to understand”

I see only pieces.

I see this place. I can’t see alleverything at onceonly pieces although I know of the pain and the discontent because I read itand I can hear in my head certain words being spoken. Although I’m not thereand I can’t be clear why it happened or how it happened reporting what we do it neverContinue reading “I see only pieces.”

Fragments

To be lost in the all partsthat are the wholeas it all staggers on top slipping pieces through fragments of time like shards of glassreflecting what iswhat was what could be ill is the mind that sees itall the times that existedall the times that haven’t that hasthat willthat couldthat might that isit is aContinue reading “Fragments”

Nothing but this body.

I will be here and in my death I won’t be there I’ll be the ashes in the airand not a soul left behind because I am nothing but this body you seeburning of this flesh the ashes swarming I’ll be everywhereand nowhere because I’ll be nothing as the wind gathers me whipping me aboutmyContinue reading “Nothing but this body.”

Unique, the experience of life.

I have a difficult time being ok with it with most of it I wake up because I’m alive I’d rather stay asleep although to stop dreaming is incomprehensible to my brain how could I not exist I wouldn’t knowthe brain would stop and it would all stop? It’s that ideathat theory that beliefthat whenContinue reading “Unique, the experience of life.”