The more we obtainthe more waste we gain.The fatter our footstepthe more time it takes to prep.A coffin in this Earthwe are naked at birth.Yet we are buried within our besta beautifully laced vest.Our cheeks blushed, lips lushedas the family perceives to be crushed.Gathered around the deadburied within their head.Fluttered about in groupsretreating away fromContinue reading “The more waste we gain.”
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As the trees look down.
The middle evaluates a crimeas another’s head pops in anger towards the arrogant swinethat walks in their narrowminded directionnever accepting a proposition. As the trees look downdressed in a frownwrapped in a notionthat with every human commotioncomes their very own destructionthey cannot hold their own to a chainsaws functioncutting sawingand then the tree comes falling. Continue reading “As the trees look down.”
Trapped in a blood soaked forest.
Fickle thoughtsburst amongst speckled dotsencased within tissueescape is not without issue. For when the thoughts burst freethe outsiders despise what they seefor the boss sends impulsesthat are no longer deprived of indulgences. Flailing limbs, loose tonguesspeaking ones truth often isn’t funour memories twisted and rungunable to be left out to dryinstead were trapped within anContinue reading “Trapped in a blood soaked forest.”
Each footprint leaves me drained.
My eyes are strainedeach footprint leaves me drainedas the inhabitants carry out their stayI whirl my breath yet still they never sway. Above me lays a universe the inhabitants have tried to explore I myself have craved for the possibility of moretrapped in orbit unable to claim my right to forfeit. As they drill aContinue reading “Each footprint leaves me drained.”
Whose turn is it you ask?
Living within the daunting taskof sorting through whisperswhose turn is it you askit is hers. Then it is hishe takes the lureshe repeats the answer on the quizautomatic failure. Together they check the boxesshare in the secretschase away all the foxesand strengthen each others weakness. I feel practice is important to maintaining and enhancing anyContinue reading “Whose turn is it you ask?”
Like most I choke on the courage.
Waiting for the doorsmoney is the only lurefreezing cold, winter snowinternally my brain tells me to gomy feet slick on the ice only goes slowrooted by cashthat wont outlastthe mortgage like most I choke on the courage and commit to occupations that are underpaying and unfulfilling as my mind is fraying. Thanks for reading -TemperamentallyContinue reading “Like most I choke on the courage.”
Eyes droop, as each day is a continuous loop.
Exhaustion a right of interpretation eyes droop as each day is a continuous loop. Hours tallied in the morning better get to earning do you hear your own screamyour nothing but meanstanding in linelistening to another talk about time. Sit for a moment, although your never responsibility freeas your fingers pound the keyseyes droopleaving yourContinue reading “Eyes droop, as each day is a continuous loop.”
Crack open the cranium.
Crack open the cranium as the audience cheers in the stadium poke no longer may you jokeprod no longer so oddpick no longer those feelings may stickthe master of the craft stiches so delicately following along with the symphony awakes another prisoner of the crowd take a bow and all stand proud. Thanks for reading-TemperamentallyContinue reading “Crack open the cranium.”
Upon the poison eggs request.
Under the sunthe animals stop stunto the sound of a sizzlea snicker of a weasel as the egg cracksafter several whacks. The birds peckoh what the hecka mealwhat else is left to feel. The animals divergeafter the gorgeand take a forever restupon the poison eggs request. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
A torso drifted from its heart.
Caught in the chainssplit aparta torso drifted from its heart. Each part tangledwithin anothertwisted and devouredby love. Love pulls and twists and ripsshreds our vocal chordslove in every form. Romanticit takes sacrificefrom one side to the other. Paternaltakes sacrifice of the parentwilling to shed their own heartto revive their child. Love is an array ofContinue reading “A torso drifted from its heart.”
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