It’s dirty again cleaning is a task that’s rarely completewiping the dirt off the floora scatter of feetand there is plenty more. Scrub and scrub moreknees acheabove wooden planksnails escaping and the knees are their final landing sponges soaking in the sweat and the frustrations that never stay clean. Peroxide for the kneesthe sting isContinue reading “It’s dirty again.”
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Often times when you’re frustrated.
Often times when you’re frustrated or upset over words spoken it’s because you lack the confidence in your own choices and it’s time to go into your brain picking it apart and telling yourself I do what I feel is right and if society finds fault that is their choiceas long as you don’t bringContinue reading “Often times when you’re frustrated.”
You want simple, you want easy.
You want simpleyou want easyyou want to see the finish the truth is that it isn’t it never is easyit never is simpleand the finish lineis death. All the parts before they hurtlegs and arms cut by the rustic fenceswe must climb claiming victoryas our scrapes bleedscabbing overas we keep going. WhyBecause that is lifeifContinue reading “You want simple, you want easy.”
A bad mood hidden within the food.
A bad moodhidden within the foodslipping within the bloodstream intoxicating the river turning it mean and completing its task as the bad mood is absorb fast. The river that flows inside is the reason the vessel cried during a part of its life that was cheerfultaking away the possibility of being delightful. The vessel maddeemedContinue reading “A bad mood hidden within the food.”
It’s pink and it’s squishy.
Let me take my hands and tickle the very partthat is you that sets youapart from me.It’s pink and it’s squishy the same as mine however you think differently.Why?Now I’ll grab a sharp bladeand if I cut hereand then I cut there will you be different?As you re-awake will you be more like me inContinue reading “It’s pink and it’s squishy.”
A bad mood.
A bad mood,that’s what the drink was calledshe downed it within minutes allowing it to hit her bloodstream.However she felt nothing different.Shit…was she always like this? She asked the bartender again for the name of that drink.A bad mood. Damn, she asked for another she couldn’t accept that one wasn’t enough not enough to alterContinue reading “A bad mood.”
A sickness inside the planet.
A sickness inside the planethiding in the coreas the plates shiftfragments slip outreaching for victimshoping to burn and smolderthe hate within the air. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina.
Safe is earned.
We want to know the moment our eyesset place upon a faceif they are safeand in truth safe is earned and can be broken again in time. Looks are not truthit’s what is hiddenthe squishy part that we cannot seethe parts inside brains that aren’t released as truth in every conversation that determines who aContinue reading “Safe is earned.”
I get angry.
I get angryat the simplest gestures and I’m trying to stay in locking the insults within my brain. Please don’t make me speak out loud if I do it’ll break the barrier I placedto keep myself calm and when it doesall those insultsI’ve compiled well they will fall out hitting you quickly and I’d ratherContinue reading “I get angry.”
I function in make believe.
I function in make believewithin environmentsI’ve been told are real although all human-madeand scripted by the deadreadjusted until I failand when I doI’m left perplexed.Why do I care?It’s all pretend and I don’t agreewith most opinions I’ve heard.Still my heart feels fullnot in a feel good waymore in a my heart ate a rotted mealContinue reading “I function in make believe.”
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