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Their team name is ANGER.

It physically hurtswhen others they speak their words attach to my skin and I try to dig them out of my poresonly they’re quickseeping in and expanding inside. My brain sends an army their team nameANGER.They’re vicious and ready to tare their opponents as they grab the words that slip in on the ready theyContinue reading “Their team name is ANGER.”

Thanks for not sharing.

Using chemicals to feed the gardendeterring the crittersand the insectsas if they shouldn’t eat as I hold the tomato batting it in the faceof the little critter looking at me flicking its tailas I laugh it’s all for melater a rumble comes overand the pain almost unbearable I hunch over the critter in the windowlaughingContinue reading “Thanks for not sharing.”

Every task is rushed.

Every task is rushedby the emotions triggering quick actions and over thinking as I struggle through the chores. Standing upon the soggy floormy foot slipsand my body fallsoverwhelmed by the water stainsand dirty feet printsI crumble beneath the crawl space. Settling in with the ratssearching for foodas they beginto nibble my skinI lay dormant. TheContinue reading “Every task is rushed.”

In the syringe.

She saw the nurse holding the syringe labeled a bad moodand quickly she thought,How would it be any different why not succumband accept it?Wouldn’t it be easier to be regulated even if it’s anger and sadness at a high intensity rather than a mixture of allhappy, excited, surprised, sad, angry, frustratedthe list continues unsure ofContinue reading “In the syringe.”

Opinions have become political.

Every thoughthas become closer to warand opinions have become political.I remember the timeswhen people just votedto voteas if it mattered then the election endedand they lived on. Now all we do is talk complain about this sidecomplain about that sideand I’m like are they both rich?Salute to them they bought their way their faces gluedContinue reading “Opinions have become political.”

Frustration.

Frustration existedat the first moment of thoughteven before thought was possiblefrustration crept inat the moment of breath even before then as they nestled in theirmother’s womb frustration was already alive within them. As frustration grew through childhoodand early adulthoodfrustration changedat first it was the smallest feeling a tinge of hungerawaiting another to be fedfeeling aContinue reading “Frustration.”

I watch the words.

I watch the wordsas they write themselvesupon the walls of my mind.The little me she scurries to wipe clearthe wallsto keep it clean as the words write faster upon the wallsshe struggles to keep up.Smudging wordsas letters become entangled and words look funnyand peculiar to that of what I was taught. She stands back wonderingContinue reading “I watch the words.”

If the universe is connected, then we are all connected?

If the universe is connected, then we are all connected?I want to break freeof that connection. I want to make art that isn’t of the past.I want to create newnot alter partsrather find entirely new partsas they did in the times before now.When they were giftedwith the newness of lifeof having fewer booksand fewer connectionsContinue reading “If the universe is connected, then we are all connected?”

It’s just a part of human.

All the trash pile it in a landfilland the pains just cover with a pilland the thoughts erase with a hard fallas the others just stand there and stallshredding the evidence of actions altering the captions. History books are flawedand feeling that soon will be outlawedas the past speaksthe boards of the past creeksand weContinue reading “It’s just a part of human.”