If I stare at the same placeI can see your face I can their faceI can create a new faceby shoving them within the mind blenderpressing the buttons faster until their bones surrender and they become a beautiful paste that I reshape on this platecleansing the faces of their ugly that stench of smugly whenContinue reading “If I stare at the same place.”
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I can see a face.
There is a noise I often hearat times it is angryat times it is sadat times it is happyat times it chuckles a diabolical laughter. If I look closely enough I can see a faceappearing when I am alonethe face looks as if it is meltingas if it is made of wax.tears I cry stingContinue reading “I can see a face.”
How do you get people to bleed and break?
How do you get people to build?How do you get people to sweat?How do you get people to bleed and break?You offer them improbable oddsa lotterya jackpotyou offer them democracyyou give them titles you create storesyou create jobsyou pay them just enough to keep yourself at the top. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
People reacting and building.
Is the sun losing its heatall the voices on repeat are our tears acidic breaking the atmosphere our skin is covered in moles as we rake fire over the coals. To much clutterthe dump trucks puttertake the whole load some of it will corrode as the birds get caught in circlesturning purple less birds toContinue reading “People reacting and building.”
Never does the boss take a day off.
The boss keeps the blood from curdling by telling its worker to keep pumpingThe boss keeps the carbon-dioxide from building by reminding its worker to exhale The boss keeps the toxins from residing by telling its worker to cleanse. Never does the boss take a day offuntil it’s time for the body to retireand allContinue reading “Never does the boss take a day off.”
Create
Createand to some it will be shitand to others it will be likedbecause our minds interpret differently and our wants aren’t all the same and our interests divide us yet they help us growif we all thought the same advances would have slowedand we’d been living by candle light long past the night and theContinue reading “Create”
What is that spot?
She stares at the blank computer screenwaiting as if the words are going to write themselvesher mind empty she tries again she looks down at her fingernails a little dirtgross. To the sinkher hands bleed germs are tough the water hot the soap almost emptyher hands still they bleedand she only scrubs harder turning offContinue reading “What is that spot?”
With your depression bottled.
We go to therapists to get our gripson all of this as if that’s their purpose although they to stressfret about how to dressand they fill of doubt maybe even regretting their route wondering if this profession was rightthey deserve a re-writegoing home with your depression bottled they take it out of their bags quicklyContinue reading “With your depression bottled.”
I have a heart.
I have a heart with extra fatty tissueit won’t kill me that’s my life motto something isn’t right as the doctors stateit won’t kill you. My heart strugglesfast beatsthe more my brainholds and retains the harder the struggleand the lungs have a small capacity to retain all the insanity created by the outward factors. IContinue reading “I have a heart.”
Guppies in the pond.
A calm posture replaced by complicated matterscollections adding on more guppies in the pond and you feel overwhelmed not enough supplies to go around because it’s tied up in the hands of cons you’ve pulled seven guppies out that one has an ugly snout with your crafty hands it’ll be workable to bad for themContinue reading “Guppies in the pond.”
Temperamentally Tina 