A body of little importance.

A body of little importance
swept in
because in the aspects of time
most of us are merely subjects
of little importance
rarely inspected
just a particle to slip through
the black hole of space
atoms uniting together again
an accident
simply a casualty of little importance
eventually becoming a case to study
because how did they combine
together again the same as before?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I cannot feel right.

I cannot think right
I cannot feel right
I cannot find right
I cannot taste right
I cannot smell right
because there are to many screams
to many chants to listen to
to many fumes polluting
to many foods to consume
to many words floating about my air
and I cannot think
I cannot find
I cannot hear
I cannot smell
I cannot touch
there are just to much
to many words already spoken
to many poems already written
to many foods already found
to many smells to cover the others
all these perfumes
I cannot
I cannot think
I cannot speak enough
I cannot feel it all
at all times
I cannot find right
because there is to much
and I ask
do you you have an answer?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Time will not repair.

Taking the pliers
opening the chest cavity
and writing directly upon the heart
etching in my initials
leaving a message
to never be forgotten
even in my death.

A rhythm created out of love
changing the beats
and re-writing
what makes the heart
gain excitement
and calm when needed.

Mixing our liquid life
a connection
in which
when ones dies first
the other will feel a loss
in which time will not repair.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A blade inserted.

A blade inserted
disrupting reactions
and causing the thoughts to blurry
as the drainage seeps
filling the eye cavities
dripping it releases
and yet the entire system
is still overwhelmed.

Several taps
a harder hit
trying to regain focus
the thoughts are filling
as the blade is digging deeper
harder it is to think
the harder it is to smile
to feel less pressure
because the pressure is building
beneath the blade
and it hurts
the pain is difficult
because the blade
is strong
and in each victim
it sharpens itself.

Even when the blade breaks
it wins
because with each break
it becomes several more parts
ready to slip in
within more victims
rendering their calm
halting their laughter
and turning them
into lemures.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

My official defeat.

Through my eyes the frustrations escape
in their liquid state
a touch of a hand
and within they seep again
clinging within the inner wall
low as I can I crawl
as my mind eats the burdens
poisoning the organs
I try and I try
there are so many reasons why
to breath and awake each day
always I’m searching for a way
to breath and breath again
I cry to my friend
nestled within my chest
to keep going and never rest
for when it stops its beat
that’ll be my official defeat.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Life is every breath at once.

Life is an exchange
a returning of one product
for that of another
adding parts
taking pieces away
creating more
for another to thrive.

Growth cannot happen
without competition
to provoke the interest
of striving harder
feeding the victors.

When in actuality
life is a unit
in which weakness
and strength
comes together
and without the other
life would never continue
because it’s each piece
that makes life happen
for life is every breath at once.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I don’t want your heart.

I don’t want your heart
I already have my own
and you wouldn’t be able to survive
without your heart beating within your chest
I’d never feel any rest
if your eyes no longer opened
and your hands no longer caressed
every part of me.

Please keep it for yourself
buried within the chest cavity
in which it belongs
love isn’t taking it whole
more than a heart is able to give
rather love is receiving
and reciporcating
all awhile remembering each parts separate
as much as they are a unit.

We’re not one entity
we’re two separate bodies
conjoining for mere moments of time
and parting enough
to do as we must
living
and joining within the moments
we can’t breath alone
and separating when we need our own air
never compromising our own values
because love doesn’t mean
quitting upon yourself
it means having an extension of help
in the moments that are the hardest.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The biggest fear in me.

Death is always a thought away
slipping it’s way within the gourmet
even the most finest course
could be laced with the worst.
A dinner of thoughts
filling the stomach with force
after a breakfast
that left the mind in unrest.

Trapped in a car
thinking of hearts afar
what if they stumble
a rock in the way and they tumble
a broken spleen
a cracked neck bruising their mind mean
what if they laugh
and a rib is cracked in half
what if they slip
in the middle of their flip
a snap
and their life is a wrap.

Death is always there
a thought that’s hard to share
a constant worry
turning the vision blurry
quickly a panic
an eruption of thoughts through the static
anger and yelling
to stop from swelling
because their death
shutters my breath
for the biggest fear in me
is death taking them before taking me.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina




Listening to your heartbeat.

It’s difficult
to rest
to take a breath
and just be here.

I’m always thinking
worrying
stressing about the bills
about the make believe
that’s made its way in.
believing we need more
a bigger place to live.

Rather than
sitting here
with you
and just listening
to your heartbeat
several beats
listening
recognizing your love
like I used to
before the bills became ours
and we had to thrive
in a place
neither of us agree with.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Don’t sneeze.

Don’t sneeze
the fear in me will rise
and I may explode no surprise.

Several cents
never enough for a dent in all these debts
and we all must smile
submitting to their denial.

Another dollar
and several more
as they’re coughing on the sales floor
I wince as they tap my back
and ask for a measurement, politeness I lack.

I’m not a therapist
and your loneliness
my lack of interest shall never cure
the more you speak the more I fear
and a laugh
hidden beneath the mask
because I’m not kind
and the world is not fine.

Your walking around
face naked as I serve your ground
so please distance
in every instance.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina