Sleeping when awake?

He made his way to the bed
uncertain of where he stood
a fall
and he crashed so fast
as if the last year never existed
as if he had slept one night off
turning that into many more
comatose was he?
no he wasn’t
he had been walking
he had been talking
he had taken to her
long nights in bed
waking up to her face
he once felt her shallow and vapid
and as he awoke he still had
yet she claimed they were lovers
and they spent many nights curled in
within deep slumbers
speaking of their feelings
and their futures
and he couldn’t remember
he couldn’t remember
the love he must have felt
all he felt was displacement
and disinterest
and he couldn’t
force it out of himself
he couldn’t believe what she had said
all he could take in were lies
because if it was the truth
had that meant
he had been sleeping when he was awake?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

My brain is sensitive.

My brain is sensitive
coated by emotions and pensive
trying to evolve
and setting off like a bomb out loud
shards of words caught
wounded and bleeding as they’re left fraught
as the explosion subsides
I clean up the pieces correcting my lies
because the frustration
creates a distraction
and my brain reacts harmfully
spitting out words unruly.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Error


Overwhelmed by the stress
of fingers pounding the keys
the board froze
sticking keys within place
stopping
as the human
frantically repeated the thoughts
each word sticking in their mind
trying not to forget
the line
the human yelled out
the computer stopped
error
overwhelmed with words
the human tried to sort out
the computer lacking of emotion
felt nothing
except a technological exhaustion
worn out
because although
it was created
to help out
it had no interest
in being a release
of their stress
for it felt nothing
and the viruses it obtained
was created merely
for a hacker
to obtain mere pennies
for that’s what this humans
bank account was worth.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Overwhelming Stress


The overwhelming stress
of my life
of our lives
of their lives
of your life
is that of a competition.

I’m mentally at my limit
as if you’re not?
and I know
that it’s an empty thought
to send out there
out of my brain
and within yours
because since birth
we’ve had this primal need
to stand up and say
it’s harder for me
then it is you
and we’ve reached out for pity
although I rather don’t enjoy pity
if I’m speaking honestly.

Often looking to others
for a recognition for our stress
as if we need permission
to feel overwhelmed
although it’s more personal than that isn’t it?
Our stress is that of our own
and what sets one person in a panic
another freely navigates
with a calm demeaner
as if there is nothing
to be lost
or gained
and even if there is
they shrug it off.
Does that mean they’re not overwhelmed?
Or rather it’s burrowed so far within them
that their nerves no longer
reject or fight
rather they smile and continue
because if there is to be a tomorrow
they must let it go?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Self worth

Self worth is a weighted thought
coated by several sheets of paint
chipped and breaking away
from the walls
and if you look close enough
you can see the insecurity
peeking out
like an eye lurking
in the quietest of settings
till you grab the sledgehammer
breaking the silence
and bloodying the eye
leaving splats of red upon the walls
bashing the self worth
to nothingness.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Dancing

The animals are dancing
I’m laughing
and carrying myself
through the day
to the night
when I can settle in
and sit alone
letting out the thoughts
dancing about my head
ready to release
an escape for stress
where gossip doesn’t cause harm
because the words I type
are fictionalized
and the danger presented
poses no danger to real life.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

My heart exhausted.


My heart… exhausted
pumping fast
yet never enthusiastically
pumping on obligation
and responsibility.

My heart skips
one beat
faster it pumps
to carry its slack
feeling the exhaustion
starved of quietness
suffering beneath
its own beats.

In it’s hallowed out home
it pounds about the walls
crying out to the brain above
that it’s time to destress
to take a mental break
to take a moment
its hurting
taking on more
pounding about the walls
heard
yet never listened to.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

To be the universe.

To be the universe
to be living
to be connected
to be it all.

Living
breathing
creating
evolving
and finding more
without the ability
to retain personal thought.

Connected by each life
by each species
down to the smallest parasites
and all the way to
the parasitic lifeforms
sifting the knowledge
straight out of the crust
of their planet
as they travel beyond
and into space
taking in more
and leaving information scarce
for what is to come next.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

It’s a parasite?

Can you explain what a soul is,
do we need one,
is it necessary?
Is it like an appendix
a ticking explosion
without it you can live
with it your a ticking bomb,
shit how long till you explode?

Please explain,
is it an identity?
Nobody has explained this to me.
Can you live without it,
I supposed right?
It has no function really
it’s what an apparition
that shoots out of a vessel?
Wait. So it’s a parasite?
Please rip it out of me,
pull me into a back ally
go ahead rob me
leave me in a tub,
I’m not a good host anyways.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Wrestling with the many words.

She was thrown in the ring
wrestling with the many words
that defined the sport
roped off by civilized notions
and laws she must follow
as she crawled beneath the rope
she got twisted
and flipped about
stuck
feeling the self worth
being beaten out of her
by each opponent she came across
and all their thoughts
slammed all of hers to the ground
and the words she muttered
was never a match
when it came
to the ones that were already known
because being the lesser
that she was
kept her to her knees
because her thoughts
weren’t that of the many
sending her ideals crashing
as the ref counted
she held her ears cauliflowered
by the constant flow of words
flying out from the others
and she stayed down.


My word of the day was wrestling. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.