A unrecognizable name.

A unrecognizable name
writing out lines
that’ll be skipped over
swallowed by a few
spitted out
and forgotten.
A unrecognizable name
because I back in
within shelters I feel safe
and I open
just enough
to allow the words
to drift out
within the wind
whirling around with the other leaves
falling only to be swept away
within a bag
and burned with the rest
as the ashes
mix with the air
my name
disappears within the smoke
because I’m not loud
and my words fade quickly.
I am
a unrecognizable name.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

As they take off into space.

I’ll live more simple
as they take off into space
I’ll hunker down here
sparingly taking the food
for my family
paying the mortgage
of a small home
as they ride the rocket ship
I’ll drive a simple car
to and from work
home I’ll come back to
as they walk off a rocket
tears in their eyes
as if they’ve seen it all
and I think
if they have
they’d realize
the money spent
should never have been theirs
because Earth needs a makeover
a savior
that won’t destroy the ozone layer
for a short trip
to simply say
“I have been”
just because you can
doesn’t mean you should.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I feel the swelling.

I feel the swelling
beneath my scull
and I know
if it was cracked open
there would be no abnormalities
no scar tissue to see
for I feel the intensity
of my thoughts
and thoughts
don’t leave physical residue
it’s all emotional
and it’s all in there
in that squishy part
no one can see
not even I
although I feel it
and my heart beats
so quickly
and my lungs
they inhale and exhale
improperly
through my chest
and not my stomach
insanity it must be
to know
you can’t do
the most simplest
absent of thoughts tasks
a task your brain
initiates automatically
and yet still I fail.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Clinging within a plastic bag.

“Normalize”
that word is deadly
clinging within a plastic bag
placed upon a head
until the oxygen
has completely deflated
leaving little air left
for anyone to feel
themselves.

Rather lets scream
“ACCEPTANCE!”
and allow the thought
of normal to fester
within an individual
rather than be a forced
change in direction
because difference
doesn’t have to be hatred.
It can just be
you being you
and me being me
with politeness
as we accept
we will be ourselves
and let others
do the same.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Like a drip of acid.

Each task I must complete
is like a drip of acid
within my brain
a burning sensation
eating holes through my memory
a few tasks slip
oh I forgot
I can’t remember
I can’t think of it all.

An antidote
within adaptation
if I evolve into
an individual
that doesn’t stress
that doesn’t worry
would that repair the holes
bring back what’s forgotten
or would it never
and that’d be ok
because I wouldn’t care?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The red evaporated.

A honk of the horn
the red evaporated
and the light turned green
the street stains
they disappeared
and the car
that stopped to long
scurried by
the driver out of a daze
chances are they kept going
that car behind them
clutching onto angst
for a matter of a second
seems eternity
when their stresses
keep pushing upon ones scull
the brain pulsating
taking in
trying to let go
trying to determine why
and how many times
and as all the thoughts
intensify and build
the driver puts a foot upon the gas
a quick left
a quick crash
and the red seeps out
soiling the streets once again
because anger
makes the brain react
in circumstances
in which it’s better
to sit back
and wait your turn.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Weeding through reality and image.

Weeding through reality and image
the roots have tangled
and begun to grow together
as a selfie is taken
with a smile held up by the stem.

The flowers open for the light
to soak in the perfect glow
because the image of happy
and success
must be captured
and always shared.

As the sun goes down
the flower closes
and its reality
reveals itself
and the harshness of the soil
it grows within
begins to compromise
the petals.

The petals wilted
several fall
the flower frightened
looks up above
begging for glue
to hide what is missing
as if reattaching a petal
hiding truths
will heal everything.

Rather than
living honestly
and accepting
aging is another
step through life
that cannot be forgotten.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina