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Split Tongue

Hooking my heart on words that did not know me
I rolled them around my tongue
And the forced pretense of
Slithered under my belly
Splitting my tongue with tasteless nouns
Fucked up verbs and worms hacking my adjectives

Drinking dry water
A well of thirst broke the illusion
Who gives a fuck?

Alone and counting tulips I desired
To be seen as pretty
Reasonable and desired of tasting
No-one gave a drop of liquid care

Keep it all quiet in whispers
Settle the quarrel under blankets
Say it in the exhaled breath
Dioxide and pale nearly death

Deep water is cold with love
The heat of the nothing cure
So we play the game of acceptance
Prancing with the correct words

Veins pulping a tired blood mash
Too much
Always too little
Throwing the knowing stone the wrong way

Go on run away now
That is the ammunition that always fires
Run for cover
Hide behind the elocution of acceptance

Standing in line identical by outward skin
Some of us still
fall out
slide out
Inner ‘no- fit’ markings stand out

© K S Hardy 2010

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Ok…. I fess up

Feelings and words fall on to the page
Sometimes they bite back
Sometimes they tug on our sleeve
Sometimes they have a cheeky grin
They stay once a page has found them
Words are faithful to us even in the dark

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  • Philosophy Lee
    Philosophy Leealmost 5 years ago

    “No one gave a drop of liquid care”
    That’s sexy! ;)

  • Hmm you think?

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • MissingYou
    MissingYoualmost 5 years ago

    got to rant every now and than….love this kind of ranting…fantastic write:)

  • Hi Robin….yep annoyance level overload was in progress! Glad you understand this kind of need…xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldalmost 5 years ago

    You fess up? doing it tough happens from time to time and often we feel different, fake, unworthy and in need of care. That fitting in thing can gnaw away at you. I think often we’re more alike than we realise, very thought provoking writing Karen :-) x

  • I guess so….though some are better at being all rounders. Still a hexahedron just never fits into a round peg hole no matter how hard one might try. Thanks for your thoughtful comments…appreciated as always from one of the harem ;o) xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • skinnyman
    skinnymanalmost 5 years ago

    Alot of confused pain comes to me from this piece Karen….your words are the dance you do to feel….even obliquely..the dance helps..xoxo

  • The dance helps indeed….a wild tango every now and then to shuffle out the stale cobwebs…. xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • sandra22
    sandra22almost 5 years ago

    Doll…we need tell it as it is and you do.
    Written with the heart of KS…Go You :))
    love Sandra x

  • Hi Sandra-baby-kitty-cat….yep going for it and still going for it and then having a little rest.. ;O) xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • Obadiah-Qi
    Obadiah-Qialmost 5 years ago

    I’d like to apologize for what’s coming.

    That was fucking brilliant!!!

  • LOL ….amazing what being right royally peed off can do for the creative muse! Thanks Steve xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooalmost 5 years ago

    thought-provoking and from the heart…great writing…

  • Hi Simon….indeed from the bottom of the angst pit me thinks…thanks xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 5 years ago

    This is so gorgeous KarenSue. i love it – especially some of the more haunting markings the words make.
    The song it took me to is unrelated lyrically, but I hope you like it nonetheless
    The Chemical Brothers and Beth Orton
    Where Do I Begin
    Sunday morning I’m waking up
    Can’t even focus on a coffee cup
    Don’t even know who’s bed I’m in
    Where do I start
    Where do I begin
    repeat xoxo

  • Great song as comparison Ms Debbie….you are so the resident RB DJ me thinks. I so reckon you should go on Rock Quiz xxx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 5 years ago

    The opening stanza is pure brilliance! My fav lines
    Splitting my tongue with tasteless nouns
    Fucked up verbs and worms hacking my adjectives

    I have the slime of despair on my tongue when nouns and adjectives are tasteless

  • So heartening to know you understand…..when our words don’t match what we intent or think the frustration level is so extreme….x

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • eoconnor
    eoconnoralmost 5 years ago

    what a play with words you had with this piece !! well done .LIZ

  • Hi there Liz, thanks so much for your lovely comment :O))

    – Arcadia Tempest

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