It’s all so loud.

It’s all so loud
the raindrops on the window
the birds perching upon the roof
the critters fighting for a nut outside the door
the bickering of siblings
and the arguments of spouses
when a bill is up
and about to hit past due.

The mind pulls away
forming words within itself
as the noise dissipates
because in the mind
the rest must remain silent
as it begins to relax
the noise it gains momentum
it’ll never stop
the woodpecker
is hitting the metal pipe again
at the top of the prison
humans have confined themselves within.

I thought homes
were meant to shelter
not accumulate more stress
and more worries
as the technology
advances
in which I thought
the stress was to dissipate
rather the bills grow higher
and the dependency
greater
as navigating by foot
takes time
and the digital watch
keeps moving by
laughing
ready to break
and again another bill.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Placing it upon the table.

My heart is full of pressure
that I cannot relieve
from where it’s at.
I must remove it
let it decompress
not to long
I wouldn’t want it to dry out.

Placing it upon the table
it’s smaller than I thought
fragile and delicate
I must not break it.
DROP.
Shit,
I grab it
several apologies slip.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I think I angered it.

On the floor it looks weak.
I think of grabbing it
although I’ve suffered through
sheltering it.
I’ll just let it suffer,
let it be angry.
For once I won’t
share in its pain.
Although my brain
is yelling at me
it always wants to be the boss.
A middle finger
towards my forehead.

Your next,
I tap my finger
upon my head.
Stay quiet
as I speak.
My finger slips
out of my control
my mouth opens,
ouch!
Not you to mouth.
Your next boss,
I swear your next.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The aches of belonging.

Her bellybutton stung
pulled tight and tighter
the cord
it was red, her bellybutton.
Although her eyes couldn’t see it
she knew it was there
that longing attachment
to belong with Earth
and the rest of life.

If it’s invisible
could it be severed?
Anything could be right?
Even if it cannot be seen
she gave it a try
pulling out a sharp knife
she began to create the motion
back and fourth with the knife
close to her bellybutton
and still it stung
it throbbed
and with more force
it held strong.

Frustrations only gained momentum
as she angrily dropped the knife
grabbing at the empty air
several inches from her bellybutton.
If she couldn’t sever the connection
she’d pull the rest to her
tired of the pain
the frustration
and the aches of belonging.
They’d come to her
and she’d no longer
long to be closer.
Finally life was beginning
to gravitate
towards her center.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Do you think?

Do you think?
Do I think what?
Thoughts.
Uhh yea.
Do those thoughts belong to you?
Yes of course they do.
Are you sure
your not just thinking thoughts
you’ve been given by someone else
and interpreting them as your own
and every time someone shares
a new thought
they rip out the old ones
changing your perspective?
Although if they weren’t your thoughts
it never was your perspective
rather are we just all struggling
with that of someone else thoughts
and if that’s true
then is any thought original
and does any one thought belong
to any one person?
Yes our thoughts are our own.
If that’s true
then why is education valued
and culture
and traditions?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Clean it up.

Clean it up.
I said clean it up!

But it’s leaking.

Then repair it.

I’m under qualified for this.

Aren’t you a handyman?

Uhh yea but this is a biohazard.

Why?

Because there are literally bodies
coming up from under the floor
and your sinks are leaking blood
and the lights are flickering
and the doors are banging.
You need a priest,
an exorcist,
a ghost hunter,
not me.

I already called them,
where did you think
the bodies came from?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I swear to myself.

I swear to myself,
I pray to myself
for the strength to survive
mixed up in the make believe
that the ones
up in smoke
or buried in a plot
chosen for us.
All their betrayal
trickling through the generations
and I pray to myself
for the strength
to think as myself
to close my ears
to the ghosts
as I grab the sage
and I cleanse this house
for the deceased
will no longer guide me in my choices.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Doughnuts.

Don’t take those doughnuts
with the holes in the middle to fill the rut
you’ve found yourself within the middle
anything cooking on that griddle
won’t fill the hole you nestled in
proudly sporting best on a pin
doesn’t counteract
anything based upon fact
you’ve allowed the weight to compile
for quite some while
claiming it’s metabolism
yet you’ve backed yourself within a prison
and never jumped up or ran in place
even the hamster never quit the race
unlike you claiming it impossible
disrespecting yourself, the truth is probable
put down the little holes made from the middle
and go ahead and figure out your own riddle.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Their team name is ANGER.

It physically hurts
when others they speak
their words attach to my skin
and I try to dig them out of my pores
only they’re quick
seeping in
and expanding inside.

My brain sends an army
their team name
ANGER.
They’re vicious
and ready to tare their opponents
as they grab the words that slip in
on the ready they launch them out
to destroy the others
that cause the hurt
and any of the innocent
standing about.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Thanks for not sharing.

Using chemicals to feed the garden
deterring the critters
and the insects
as if they shouldn’t eat
as I hold the tomato
batting it in the face
of the little critter
looking at me
flicking its tail
as I laugh
it’s all for me
later a rumble comes over
and the pain almost unbearable
I hunch over
the critter in the window
laughing at me
Thanks for not sharing.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina