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.”
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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
I always think…
I always thinkI should be more. What is thatwhat is morewhat is better? They’re all thoughtsthat changefrom one thought to another from one brain out and in. Within a minuteit’s different because brains are articulating crunching the data trying to think. Each thought I feel lessless like it matters because I cannot fail because failingContinue reading “I always think…”
I will focus on now.
I can’t believe I can’t put my thoughtsmy lovemy lifein a boxpackaged for the endtaking out and burning all the partsthat aren’t acceptable I will not worry about afterI will focus on nowand now I know I can’t bowto any of these leaders I cannot give myself even to the smallest I’ve never been onetoContinue reading “I will focus on now.”
Who is winning?
Who is winning?I hear that term often.They’re winning!I ask who?Big Pharma!Filled of employees getting oldthey’re wrinkling.Our politicians!They’re getting old wrinkly skinthey’re aging. The big CEOs!They’re getting old they’re wrinkling.Congress!They’re getting oldthey’re wrinklingbodies enlarging minds are loosing all their thoughts slipping.I ask who is winning?The influencers!Always struggling for likesfor one more laugh enslaved by their homesContinue reading “Who is winning?”
We don’t laugh.
We can’t joke about the terribleabout the taboowhich meanswhen a head rollsI must tear upas I clean it upI must feel italways at every moment when their feetstink upbeneath the floorboards I have to take out the nails and dispose of the smell and when the airhas a sense of rotI have to clean theContinue reading “We don’t laugh.”
The consumer should be ashamed.
The consumer must clean away the germsholding their breath to block the fumesopening the windows allowing the windto carry the toxins awayinfusing within the cloudsthe consumer is well awarea maska pair of glovesprotection is a must finding a place for the trash that pilesbecause the producer they only producesolving the waste and preventing the toxicityContinue reading “The consumer should be ashamed.”
All doors.
There are doors that allow you to open partially with chains as locksthat stop the doorfrom opening entirely allowing a peekyet never a staybecause some doorsdon’t allow access because allowing anybody in everybody in it’d get overcrowded.The same as a mind if it remembered everything and allowed each wordeach voiceeach faceto have a home withinContinue reading “All doors.”
So fragile it is.
I only see as meI only hear as meI only taste as meI only feel as me I only smell as me.Inside another homeIt’d be different wired in by different connectors and the heart would have another beat. Would it still be me..if the home was another body?Is the brain what we areor is allContinue reading “So fragile it is.”
Temperamentally Tina 