Blending at all times.

Life is a consistency of mistakes
a finger on the button
it is blending at all times
as life is dying
it’s joining in and mixing again
changing through chemistry
can I set that goo on fire
renew it
write it with red
owning the mistakes
knowing the past
allowing myself to do more
and do less
ingesting the fluid
that’ll change the thoughts
and the ones I want to stay
will expel the poison
through the pores
as I sit tranquil upon the ground
awaiting the relief
and redoing
with change.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Thinking

Thinking
if it is easy
it seems as if it is
the lungs just have to breathe
the heart just has to pump
the brain just needs to keep
continue thinking
and all the systems will operate
right?

Yet the lungs are often
performing beneath
and the heart is quick
almost to quick
and in the chest
it always aches
as the brain it just keeps
keeps thinking
keeps repeating
keeps reminding me
of all the helpful tips
that have never been a complete solve
because I still question
is it working?

I’m living
therefore pain is a symptom
and the brain is thinking
therefore overwhelmed is a symptom
in which is better than the opposite
if it stopped
I would stop
and I don’t want to
I like to struggle in it
I like to over think it
I hate it
but I need it
and I want it
I want to keep
is that just living
or is that a symptom of being human?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Fear; an easy advertiser.

Fear is an easy advertiser
a product to sell
to cure a feeling
that cannot be shed
rather bandaged
till it scars.

Fear makes a product
feel as if it is life
and death is without it.

Fear allows the level headed
to be chained
turned into weapons
because fear
is an impulse
that we’re so quick to rid of
but can’t.

Fear isn’t to fear
fear is to embrace
to feel it
to rationalize what is needed
what isn’t
and to be kind
before action
to think
to sort through
then determine
what is right
and what isn’t
without violence.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

You just keep trying to smile.

You are breathing
you know that
because you can see it through the cold
your hands are turning colors
the needles settling in
you know you must be alive
even if you’ve seen yourself buried
a nightmare manifested by the brain
to damper the illness.

Although the illness is make believe
it’s the pressures
that were invented
not a natural manifestation of life
a building of materials
you have to beg for
feeling the pressure
the ills of this humanity.

Your breath is fighting
the air is expelling it
as your brain is convulsing
they look over
you are still as always
standing upright
you begin to move your finger tips
as the needles stab deep
your feet they keep
your brain it’s panicking
it’s feeling
your bodies response
is to keep on smiling
as they say to
even if the frown has molded itself in
and everything is hurting
you just keep trying to smile
as a way to ease the strangers
that pass on by.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina


We are breathing.

I’m yelling
because I’m exhausted
I’m crying
because it all hurts
my brain is overloaded
and my eyes are stinging
from the tears that wallow in
and it’s a shallow pool I’m drowning in
they thoughts they keep on breeding
I’m a failure
it surfaces so often
the feeling of never accomplishing
or never finishing
of being a burden to existence
by never contributing
but the reality is
we are breathing
we are speaking
and every piece we put out
every word we speak
every bit we write
everything we release
be it a few eyes
or billions
we exist
and success
doesn’t have to be dollars
being poor feels as if
I’m only filth
because this place has been created
has been filled of commercial space
and advertisements
buried within our brains so deep
that it becomes difficult
to accept money and success
isn’t the same.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Trying to understand

I feel I’ve lived several deaths
of this mind
as it forgets
as it learns
parts are turned
parts are picked
parts are neglected.

They turn
they rot
and they die off
those deaths they happen often
in this brain of mine
I can see so clearly
feel it so heavily
and then I just don’t
I change it
twist it
the information ingests differently
because as I age parts die off
and my brain it changes
trying to understand it all
and I want to before this age sets in
and everything begins to die again.

Thanks for reading.
Temperamentally Tina

Fragments

To be lost in the all parts
that are the whole
as it all staggers on top
slipping pieces through
fragments of time
like shards of glass
reflecting what is
what was
what could be
ill is the mind
that sees it
all the times that existed
all the times that haven’t
that has
that will
that could
that might
that is
it is a friction
that heats up in the mind
sparking fires around
trying to cool off the skin
from the flames no one else sees.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Nothing but this body.

I will be here
and in my death
I won’t be there
I’ll be the ashes in the air
and not a soul left behind
because I am nothing
but this body you see
burning of this flesh
the ashes swarming
I’ll be everywhere
and nowhere
because I’ll be nothing
as the wind gathers me
whipping me about
my body a dead host
and my brain demolished
I’ll be gone
I will no longer think
no longer stress
no longer try
because as wrong as I am
it won’t matter in the end
and as I right as I want
I’ll only be the words I written
and the words I spoken
and yet I’ll be nothing
but the ashes
entering your lungs
as you struggle to breathe
I will be everywhere
and yet nowhere
because my brain
will be nothing
and my thoughts
will be empty
and I’ll be nothing but ashes.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina