You live to die.You start lifewithout account for your thoughtsdo we think as infants?Even if we hadI don’t remember nowso does it even matter?We act on instinctand our bodies growwithout a thought deciding if it shouldit just does. Then we begin to rememberfragments of eventsfeelings we’ve had even if we can’t remember the wordsor theContinue reading “You live to die.”
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Choke on the words.
I am not blessed and your words are only that I smile at it I listen without response. I’m atheistfor that I must choke on the wordsbecause religion is everywhereon the countersas I wash my handspamphlets buried in piles of clothesI must fold in our lawsin our regulations. I must choke on it. Your inspirationContinue reading “Choke on the words.”
Scribbles upon a page.
We create guidelines as if life fits although in actuality life is like a toddlers art workscribbles upon a page in which they call a catand you yourself smile politely at the perfectly drawn catthat to you is nothing but lines scribbled upon a once blank pagelife is like thatbecause what makes sense to oneContinue reading “Scribbles upon a page.”
Happiness is shared?
Thought brings out righteousnessand beliefs make people believethey’re universal and their happiness is sharedalthough your desires and mine differand what provokes happiness in youfrustrates me. A higher power raises more questions in mewithout answers for you, you find safety and solace in letting GOD guide you for me I guide myself and respect in theContinue reading “Happiness is shared?”
Hands above a fire.
I feel so damn frustrated and you don’t want to hear ityou don’t want to feel ityou don’t want to be in itbecause we can’t stop itwe can’t help itwe can’t control itonly usand soon who knows where this place is headedwill we own ourselves?Will the debt rip us from our zone demolishing our homeContinue reading “Hands above a fire.”
Like a lifeless flake.
Somedays I’m so fucking angry about what I can’t stop what I can’t help what I can’t control somedays I’m yelling trying to find control and there isn’t any I feel like a lifeless flakeon a cold Winter Dayhitting the mounds and mixing with the rest waiting on the sun waiting for the moment toContinue reading “Like a lifeless flake.”
There is no right life.
When I was young I wanted to save the world cure all the ills aid the homeless and dissolve the pain of othersand now I’m differentI see it’s more complicated rooted back to times I’ve never seen I’ve only read of. There has been change in small doses only we at heart are always theContinue reading “There is no right life.”
This human thing.
This human thing it feels wrongit feels like every thought is in conflict with another and I’m hunching over. The words claw in clutching on and this human thing is becoming unbearable will the words claw so deep the thoughts taring open my skin exposing bone releasing a river of blood? Every thought conflicts thisContinue reading “This human thing.”
You exist.
You exist that’s great I do as wellso does that person oh and that person over there and all the other animals. We’re really just an animal breathing eating trying to make sense of a universe that’s vastand the never ending makes us sick with frustration with curiosity that’s never filled. Killing each other forContinue reading “You exist.”
Everything is money.
Everything is money that’s why it’s all so similar the sounds repeated the stories changed in small dosesthe books on the big screen it’s because money is the thing money is the price for our creativity for our growth for our knowledge for our cures for cancer the price is money and it’s slowed usContinue reading “Everything is money.”
Temperamentally Tina 