There’s so much yelling.I hear it over the wind?Through the wind?Is it carried by the windor is it in competition with the wind? Is the yelling what causesthe doors to slam shut or open taking them off their hinges?A whirlwind of competition. Humanity; A tornado of thoughtstrying to compete,being the strongest,being the loudest.It’s all soContinue reading “Humanity; A tornado of thoughts.”
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Dancing
The animals are dancing I’m laughing and carrying myself through the dayto the night when I can settle in and sit alone letting out the thoughts dancing about my headready to release an escape for stresswhere gossip doesn’t cause harm because the words I type are fictionalized and the danger presented poses no danger toContinue reading “Dancing”
Wrestling with the many words.
She was thrown in the ringwrestling with the many wordsthat defined the sportroped off by civilized notions and laws she must followas she crawled beneath the ropeshe got twisted and flipped about stuck feeling the self worth being beaten out of her by each opponent she came acrossand all their thoughts slammed all of hersContinue reading “Wrestling with the many words.”
Sleeping the thoughts off.
Sleeping the thoughts offas the eyes closemore appearwithout my control and I see the stories playof faces I don’t quite knowand I awakejot a few lines down to save and wash through my conscious mind mixing in the detergent letting them turn and soak indown to the final beepout they gohanging them to dryawaiting aContinue reading “Sleeping the thoughts off.”
Like a drip of acid.
Each task I must completeis like a drip of acidwithin my braina burning sensation eating holes through my memory a few tasks slip oh I forgot I can’t remember I can’t think of it all. An antidote within adaptation if I evolve into an individual that doesn’t stressthat doesn’t worry would that repair the holesbringContinue reading “Like a drip of acid.”
Harden into rocks.
All my thoughts are heavy as if they solidify and harden into rockscontaining wordsand memories.Longing for an archeologist to come along and chisel them out taking them away from meand freeing my brain from the weightof its endless thoughts. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
Chopped like onions.
I don’t often speakin crowded places as the opinions drip out of mouths and are chopped like onions by the public mixersprovoking tearsas I hold in my thoughtsknowing my wordsaren’t as strongas the fumes of theirs rather I stay quietand I keep it infor moments that I feel are necessary. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
Making my mind mine.
I’ve spent a lot of timemaking my mind mine.Analyzing many of wordsand combinations taking in thoughtsfrom other sourcesand banishing them out.I’m not looking to change,I’m looking to evolve further.My mind openednot to suggestions or for the takemy mind is open to allow the flow to create to find what hasn’t been done trying to shredContinue reading “Making my mind mine.”
I can see the thoughts.
I can see the thoughts as I think them slipping out of my mind as if they’re spiders quickly sprouting websas the words dangle hanging off my ceiling in the webs of thoughts hatching as the anxiousfeelings growand they multiply as my mind sputters to keep upmy eyes weightedby all that they must processand myContinue reading “I can see the thoughts.”
No I’m the most right.
I’d like to believe that I am the most rightand I know your sitting backthinking no I’m the most rightand I’m like no it’s meit most certainly isand then I stop and I thinkshitisn’t that where we fucked upbelieving that any one person could be correct? We’ve been arrogant in our thoughtsin our knowledge becauseContinue reading “No I’m the most right.”
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