A face dyed red and lips green as the blades of grassthat curve upeven upon restfor if they were to slip they could present a sense of being upsetand questions would arisein which the answers would be pointlessbecause a frown is reserved for sadness.Although there are days when the creature just wants to relaxand giveContinue reading “Lips green as the blades of grass.”
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Slipping through as a tear drop.
Every moment keeps falling apartin one memory it’s solidin another the memory liquifies slipping through as a tear drop fragile and ready to breakas the moment is remembered it slips its way out as it hits the wall and comes to an endslipping through the tear ducts leaving a feeling of lossand nothing to settleContinue reading “Slipping through as a tear drop.”
Are we tied to our memories?
Are we tied to our memories our thoughtsour aspirations are they what we are made of?Our memoriesare they what determine our laughterour pain threshold the reasons our tears surface?If our memories were released the same as bugs in a jarwould they fly away leaving behind an empty container? Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
An immortal elixir.
People are dying.And?People are fucking dying!Are people not supposed to die?Is there an elixir I’m unaware ofthat allows a person to live forever?I don’t think so.Alright then people are going to dieand if there was an immortal elixir people would still diebecause not everyone can live forever and in a society of social classes it’sContinue reading “An immortal elixir.”
Grab the lighter.
Conversations and wordsstories of childhoodthe past is on the pages certain parts forgotten and those pages rippedand worn outby decadesupon decadesupon decades. Grab the lighterwe can burn them not because they’re filled of shame or horror stories they’re not simply because it gets cold at night and the warmth of the fire will keep usContinue reading “Grab the lighter.”
There is a bigger treat up there.
Fuck.She rubbed her head.Fuck.She rubbed her head again.This time looking up.She quickly blinked her eyes,again she blinked faster.What the fuck?She shook her head.No my imagination is doing it again,it’s all in here.She thought hitting her own head.Bitch.The words hit her fast.She stoppedand looked upstaring at the imageof a man trapped in a….She thought about it.IsContinue reading “There is a bigger treat up there.”
Oceans filled of blood.
We all want to be the most right the most togetherthe most worthy to look up towhich is impossible because thoughts aren’t solid.They crack and through the cracks liquid seeps that liquid varies in thicknessand potency.It belongs to trillions mixingand changing as it turns truths into lies and old lies into truths because the moreContinue reading “Oceans filled of blood.”
The numbers dialed.
There are regretssome are necessities in which we accept because the right person is the one in which we weather through the storm of life with.They aren’t the most perfectbecause perfect is make believe they are the one that we remember that we hold that we cannot replace the one that we accept and allowContinue reading “The numbers dialed.”
A space in which the world is not.
Your stuck in the sticky trap of personal time saving a few hours for yourselfand slipping within exhaustion.Marriage is giving yourselfand breaking away from that partthe part in which defines an individual.Time is fading exhaustion it overwhelms and as your lover I myself forget to take time to hold you to tell you I loveContinue reading “A space in which the world is not.”
Bones begin to break.
Our energy is like a plant it flourishes and grows as the pot it started in begins to crack chipping away our bones begin to break as the energy inside us flourishes and outgrows the body in which confined it.The molecules burst and find their way to a new home somewhere within the universe. ThanksContinue reading “Bones begin to break.”
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