Fruits are to be takenbetter hope not to be mistakena fruit is chewable and sweetswiftly taken and swallowed as a treatas long as the tree permits another to take several hitsand if the tree is to determine the taker as a vermin the fruit sweet and loving turns nasty in wording as it writes itsContinue reading “The fruit is deadly.”
Tag Archives: poetry
Fresh is a way to take.
Language was createdwords definedfor us to connect to shareand understand. Each word has been spoken and new editions are rare for the writers of today are reading the words of yesterday and trying to switch them put that word on the right this word on the left throw the words together to make a sceneContinue reading “Fresh is a way to take.”
A building inside a building.
There is a building inside a buildingin one building there is youin another building there is me the measure of seconds that leads to a lifeis determined by the tadpoles that swim and maybe if they’re tiredor they arrive latewhatever the case there are infinite buildings inside buildingsin which there is only one of youandContinue reading “A building inside a building.”
To prevent drowning.
To prevent drowning one becomes submerged in anotheras their air is no longer their own they become encased inside as if the others body is a tomband in centurieswhat once was twowill be split apartand chiseledafter their deaths. As the ground abovecontinues to sinkopening it’s mouth to feed upon their compostbefore it becomes a shelterContinue reading “To prevent drowning.”
We must laugh.
We must laugh to feed the monsterif we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow. Hovering above our wordshovering above our laughterit swallows our insultschurning in the pit of its gutand shitting out upon the rest. If we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow.If we didn’t laugh at the wrong jokesthe monster would shrivel up and have to be watereduntilContinue reading “We must laugh.”
Good and bad doesn’t really exist.
At this point in time I’m not looking to saveor to fix.I’m just preparing for the final collapse. Yes there is good and for all that good it’s balanced by bad and that’s an even score. Althoughgood and baddoesn’t really existin factual grounds which complicates the entire conversation because your opinion and my opinion mayContinue reading “Good and bad doesn’t really exist.”
Uneasy Silence.
Under the boards they could hear itnever stopping masked by their voice easing the nerves as they speakallowing the empty spaces to fillslowly their words stopped the knocking yelling as the knocking started again. Silence is what we askill that is what they areloudly tapping every time conversations stop noise cancels noise cancelling the despairContinue reading “Uneasy Silence.”
Knowledge is collected.
Knowledge is collectedshared and further investigatedas a common filler.The same as a dentist drills a toothand fills it with glass and quartzwe fill the holes in science with a complex mechanic the creator of it all. The same as a tooth science outgrows its filling.It falls out again the dentist fills the holeas our knowledgeContinue reading “Knowledge is collected.”
The forest feels.
The trees are blushedas the clouds stare down and the grass curves up in delight. A quiet peacefulnessthat ends abruptlyas life flourishes. Soften momentsin which memories are retained in the clouds. As the clouds see it all holding it in and releasing it back. The grass soaks it upgoing from an upward curveand down downContinue reading “The forest feels.”
Life is a breath.
I don’t believe in god a rational or irrational creator with the ability to make us in their image I don’t believe that at all.I believe life goes on and branches in all directions and it doesn’t have logical thought although it has an ability to adaptto branch offto evolve and theoretically it connects usContinue reading “Life is a breath.”
Temperamentally Tina 