All these standards to live by all these standards to fall beneath I shovel myself out several nights a week buried by perfectionists buried by misconceptions the dirt has reached my lungs I exhale dust I feel okno forget that I feel exceptional I feel freed as I say never I don’t want the tombstoneContinue reading “I shovel myself out.”
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As if your a truth teller.
They’re so fake that’s a large mistake claiming others as liars and living beneath a lower bar as if your a truth teller your level of oxygen is bringing us underall that air compressing out your lungsit’s time all your lies have been hungthere is to many to be rung out enough water to adverseContinue reading “As if your a truth teller.”
Time is clicking by just fine.
She had been crafting for yearsweaving together all their fearsa blue hatand a sculpture made of body fatear muffs to block the profanitiesa knitted sweater to shelter their insecurities shoes to shrink their swollen feetslimming garments to flatten what they eat. Her fingers have begun to curl under leaving her thoughts to ponder had sheContinue reading “Time is clicking by just fine.”
Be kind.
Be kindhe held the bumper sticker up this time he smirked holding up a forkyou mean I should be kind and your free to unwind as long as everyone else is being respectful you don’t have to follow the same rule he shook his head nawif you keep pulling your wrists they’ll go raw. ItContinue reading “Be kind.”
The flower grew.
Every channel played a reminder of a time beforea constant reminder of the moments of nowalways trapped within the thoughts of howshe made a decision a precise incision the projector continued to playturning off the power would allow her to straylegally they couldn’t switch off her powerinstead they planted seeds to grow a flowerthe flowerContinue reading “The flower grew.”
The brain busily cleans it away.
Our brains retain every moment unless its deemed to be waste in which the brain busily cleans it away wiping it’s existence triggering us to move forwardwithout a memory of whysometimes what our brain determines waste are still active within other mindsmemories some brains claim empty and wasteful other brains feed upon because what empowersContinue reading “The brain busily cleans it away.”
Entitlement
Entitlement is a thought birthed by torment people are below if they weren’t kept low who’s blood would fill their glasses who would make the paper to wipe their asses who’s sweat would coat the plates of the richest and when they do slip who would be there with the stitcheswhen the others decide they’veContinue reading “Entitlement”
Giving life to Ambivalence.
Anger is their name their fists are enlarged always clutched and ready to target their nemesis happy. Happy is the one with the wide eyes and the dopey look always laughing as if they’ve bathedin a bath of happy oils. Anger with it’s red face and it’s enlarged blood vessels shakes it’s fists “If youContinue reading “Giving life to Ambivalence.”
Shatter the standards.
Shatter the standards with this hammer splattered in words crack damn that was easy is that liquid red or clear? Everywhere I go I hear the frustration it’s within meit’s within you it’s within them it’s within us all I hear it I pause don’t get angry today are they here in this store thenContinue reading “Shatter the standards.”
No I’ll stay here.
I stare up at the laddermy brain fills of all the pressing matters I take a step stop, I’d rather wallow within regret blood makes me queasy each rung of that ladder more dizzy and the pressure of the air might collapse my lungs up there NO I can’t even take the first spotit’s justContinue reading “No I’ll stay here.”
Temperamentally Tina 