Uncategorized – Temperamentally Tina

I don’t want

I don’t wanta great big housea great big placeI don’t want. I don’t want to earn your pay I don’t want to listen to your rules I don’t want to pretend to be freeyet confined by your wantsbecause you need the big housethe staff to direct the floors you never sweep the meals you neverContinue reading “I don’t want”

Shark.

In the water you arecapable you are notthe red in youmixes with the water out as your body quiversthe coldness is everywhere and the hopeless thought begins to be replacedwith the person in you that is of a cruel thoughtlonging for the sharkto tare you to rip the limbsto eat on your flesh because theContinue reading “Shark.”

This brain of mine

My mind is living tucked within it’s skull shell using the ears of my body to listen and the mouth upon my face to speak. It feels safe and securetill the claustrophobia creeps up and it realizes the jail it lives within only escape isn’t an option it cannot live apart from this human body.Continue reading “This brain of mine”

Indebted within gratitude.

I am grateful to be aliveI am thankful to what I haveand even so I know what there isand what there isn’t. All these sayings all these phrasesall these quotesto remind you to be happyto be thankfulto loveto giveto respectto not be selfishit’s as ifwe’re raised to be ashamed to feelour angerour frustration and ourContinue reading “Indebted within gratitude.”

I can’t leave the tape.

All this death murder, bullshitand nothing ever changes it just gets covered over slightly altered we just tape up the losses word it differently place more lawsjustifying our differences and the only thing different are the outer appearances. All this death all this hateall this loveamounts to nothing because we just keep taping it uptheContinue reading “I can’t leave the tape.”

Expectations

Expectations aren’t always fittingin my mind I see it as if piecesand as I pick apart my brain I arrange the squishy pink partsacross the table unable to match it up the scissors weren’t sharp enough the memories didn’t ink properly with blotches and missed pieceswith little coloring at alland others filled of wordswith missingContinue reading “Expectations”

Creating till it isn’t.

I can’t be anything because it’s all filth and filth I clean. The mold spurs I scrub and I spray and I make it disappear so I can be nothing because I’d clean it I’d rip it up wipe it with a rag burn it offand forget ittill it grows again. Again I’ll clean itContinue reading “Creating till it isn’t.”

My brain reacts.

My brain reacts it feels threatened by thoughts and I question do you feel that way tois that why we humans separate, attack , defend? We’re often searching for a correct life as if the internet could give us thatit could give us opinions that don’t equate to factsscenarios that playedand will play but itContinue reading “My brain reacts.”

Feeding the ground.

All the burdens of keeping at itof cleaning it up of having enough even if that’s speculation and not fact it creeps inwrapping the cordsof this structurearoundour wristsour necksour chestsour legsas we twistwe try to screamyour ears hearing the screamsmy ears taking it inand our brains blocking itbecause it’s realand it isn’t tangible it isIContinue reading “Feeding the ground.”

Falling into the sun.

Out the doorthere is open spaceif feels endlessit isn’tI can’t see it all at once all directions this Earth is roundit holds us alltill it doesn’t. It orbitswithin a systemheld by? it isn’tthe Earth is falling into the sunit missestill it doesn’t. Then wethen usthen money then values then morals then self worth then allContinue reading “Falling into the sun.”