The stuff animals split apartand hands sloppily stitchedcutting pieces that couldn’t be fixedcreating something differentthat isn’t quite as cuteas the originalsdefinitely more nightmarish. One part is looking forwardthe other to the sideas if it’s untouched by the changeit’s still itselfyet something elseand it’s ok with thatbecause looking after someone elsegives its life a purposeand whomContinue reading “Hands sloppily stitched.”
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The ground was swollen.
The ground was swollen the more feet that stomped awaythe larger it swelledattracting paws that clawed awayand the nibbles of teeth searching for a tasty treatuntil the pocket swelled and swelledand burst. A bloody secretion red and rustic the smellspraying outas if underneath the moundthere was a whale-like creaturecoming up for air letting out theContinue reading “The ground was swollen.”
Life is always adapting.
Little bugs slipin traps set by lifefreeing the flowers of their station evaluating strategies including all the little bitsswimming to their eggs answers life needs them why does life have the ability to changeadaptation is a gift given by whatyourself may ponder surely life with all it’s ears will hear adding in thoughts to theContinue reading “Life is always adapting.”
Do you feel?
Do you feel pissed off?Do you feel unhappy?Do you feel agitated?For every action that provoked that emotion someone else is feeling the exact opposite. We’re all humans that is truealthough our minds are derivative towards different currentsand events are seen differently and the reason is objectivity itselfand after decades of being reminded that we lookContinue reading “Do you feel?”
Willing to perceive then I close off.
Willing to perceive then I close off,thinking why should I be willing?How can they be surethat they got it right?That their views are the best and the most ethical of alland I wonder do we carewhen it comes to ethical?Rather is it about gaining a higher insurancewith lower premiums?Give me more and I give aContinue reading “Willing to perceive then I close off.”
Open mindedness.
They placed the gloves upon their handsand a mask upon their mouths,a sterile environment to achieve an open mind. They set a timer if the time ran pastit’d be accepted as long as the mind expanded and the closed off sectionswere cut and spread open. When the cutters were donethe body would be closedminded noContinue reading “Open mindedness.”
Disguised as a wig.
Disguised as a wigas if the prey isn’t wise enough to catch onalthough they are vain enough to overlook the truth. As the wig reveals its clawsthe prey chooses not to resistfor resisting threatens exposure for the preys truth that beneath the creature is a bald exterior. The prey must be adoredand to be adoreditContinue reading “Disguised as a wig.”
I swear they burrowed in.
I’ll take the thing this wayyou take that other thing that waywait move a little to the leftI don’t want to move to the rightyou’ve always been in chargeand I’d like to be this timelook what happened when I let you guide us through repeating it’s the shorter waywe will have extra time as ifContinue reading “I swear they burrowed in.”
I wrote a poetry book; Can We Sleep Now?
(I am a participant in the Amazon Associates Program and any qualifying purchases made through affiliate links I may earn a commission on at no additional cost to you.) I recently self published an art and poetry collection through Amazon. For the collection I drew a new creature each night and wrote a reaction toContinue reading “I wrote a poetry book; Can We Sleep Now?”
The ones chained by their moral limitations.
I’m tired of our fractions our need to pass the blame and in one breath speak equality and in the other spit out shame any distaste for race is misplaced hateand any hate for any country equates to a simple mind unable to see past ourselves and think wowam I any better?filled of hateand distasteContinue reading “The ones chained by their moral limitations.”
Temperamentally Tina 