I’ve spent a lot of timemaking my mind mine.Analyzing many of wordsand combinations taking in thoughtsfrom other sourcesand banishing them out.I’m not looking to change,I’m looking to evolve further.My mind openednot to suggestions or for the takemy mind is open to allow the flow to create to find what hasn’t been done trying to shredContinue reading “Making my mind mine.”
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Ghosts.
Ghosts.Is a ghost a thought?An abundance of stubborn energy?Is it simply our minds projecting outwardand the most vivid thinkers are they the ones creating these ghosts.Do the psychics know?Are they the ones ready to profit on the thoughtsof everyone else?The fearsthe hopesthe wantsthat they cannot bring true or do they not know either? Thanks forContinue reading “Ghosts.”
As the worms slither beneath.
In the dirt materials are laid and houses are built as the worms slither beneath eating the mineralsas a shovel halves them wiggling two parts. The smaller part slithers quickly escaping the quick thrusts of the shovelbusily leveling the groundfor a swimming poolfor the animals to playin clean waterfilled of chemicals to fight the algaeContinue reading “As the worms slither beneath.”
Hidden from what you share.
I’m happy, and I’m living the best. I see what you show me beautiful pictures and I see your lifeis perfectly plastered in your pictures and I know your truth isn’t in there in the pictures you’ve capturedonly particular moments are shown and the words you chose to caption lack the truth. The truth isContinue reading “Hidden from what you share.”
Dear brain.
Dear Brain…Do I have to be happy?Do I have to be sad?Can’t I just take a breath and think about thisand when finished if I don’t have a strong feeling can that be alright?For once. Can you stop replaying wordsand re-sharing pictures?Can we just stop and not think or not care.For once. Thanks for reading.Continue reading “Dear brain.”
It’s all so loud.
It’s all so loud the raindrops on the window the birds perching upon the roofthe critters fighting for a nut outside the doorthe bickering of siblingsand the arguments of spouseswhen a bill is upand about to hit past due. The mind pulls away forming words within itselfas the noise dissipates because in the mind theContinue reading “It’s all so loud.”
Placing it upon the table.
My heart is full of pressurethat I cannot relievefrom where it’s at.I must remove itlet it decompressnot to long I wouldn’t want it to dry out. Placing it upon the table it’s smaller than I thought fragile and delicate I must not break it. DROP.Shit, I grab itseveral apologies slip. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. IContinue reading “Placing it upon the table.”
The aches of belonging.
Her bellybutton stungpulled tight and tighterthe cordit was red, her bellybutton.Although her eyes couldn’t see itshe knew it was therethat longing attachment to belong with Earthand the rest of life. If it’s invisible could it be severed?Anything could be right?Even if it cannot be seen she gave it a trypulling out a sharp knifeshe beganContinue reading “The aches of belonging.”
Clean it up.
Clean it up.I said clean it up! But it’s leaking.Then repair it. I’m under qualified for this. Aren’t you a handyman? Uhh yea but this is a biohazard. Why? Because there are literally bodiescoming up from under the floorand your sinks are leaking bloodand the lights are flickering and the doors are banging.You need aContinue reading “Clean it up.”
Doughnuts.
Don’t take those doughnuts with the holes in the middle to fill the rutyou’ve found yourself within the middleanything cooking on that griddlewon’t fill the hole you nestled in proudly sporting best on a pin doesn’t counteract anything based upon factyou’ve allowed the weight to compile for quite some whileclaiming it’s metabolism yet you’ve backedContinue reading “Doughnuts.”
Temperamentally Tina 