It’s dirty again.

It’s dirty again
cleaning is a task
that’s rarely complete
wiping the dirt off the floor
a scatter of feet
and there is plenty more.

Scrub and scrub more
knees ache
above wooden planks
nails escaping
and the knees are their final landing
sponges soaking in the sweat
and the frustrations
that never stay clean.

Peroxide for the knees
the sting is daunting
as they place themselves upon the floor
pouring in the disinfectant
as if cleaning a physical wound
will dissolve it all
only if they do it all tomorrow
and each day after
it’ll never stop.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Often times when you’re frustrated.

Often times
when you’re frustrated
or upset
over words spoken
it’s because
you lack the confidence
in your own choices
and it’s time
to go into your brain
picking it apart
and telling yourself
I do what I feel is right
and if society finds fault
that is their choice
as long as you don’t bring physical harm
and don’t try to emotionally scar.

If your choices upset others
that’s their decision
to be hurt
and you shall not alter who you are
or allow it to force you in a different direction
all because their words
project their negativity
of themselves onto you
that’s for them to fix
because they don’t belong
in your head
any more than you belong in theirs.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

You want simple, you want easy.

You want simple
you want easy
you want to see the finish
the truth is that it isn’t
it never is easy
it never is simple
and the finish line
is death.

All the parts before
they hurt
legs and arms cut by the rustic fences
we must climb
claiming victory
as our scrapes bleed
scabbing over
as we keep going.

Why
Because that is life
if we quit
we’d miss our chance
at our own success.

What is success?
I can’t tell you that.
What is accomplishment?
I can’t tell you that.
What is happiness?
I can’t tell you that.
You could read a self help book
learn a few mantras
and still be left uncertain
because only you know
what makes
everything before the finish line
worth the life you put in.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A bad mood hidden within the food.

A bad mood
hidden within the food
slipping within the bloodstream
intoxicating the river turning it mean
and completing its task
as the bad mood is absorb fast.

The river that flows inside
is the reason the vessel cried
during a part of its life that was cheerful
taking away the possibility of being delightful.

The vessel mad
deemed to be a victim of a fad
twisting internally laughing at a moment
in which it should be begging for atonement
if only it hadn’t ate the bad mood
the vessel wouldn’t have been rude
as the true inconsiderate
downed an elegant course at a higher rate
allowing them to speak elegantly
charming and oh so rightly.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

It’s pink and it’s squishy.

Let me take my hands
and tickle the very part
that is you
that sets you
apart from me.
It’s pink
and it’s squishy
the same as mine
however you think differently.
Why?
Now I’ll grab a sharp blade
and if I cut here
and then I cut there
will you be different?
As you re-awake
will you be
more like me
in your thinking
and your wants?
Honestly I know I’m not the cure
to the illness that riddles humans
because I myself over think
so I’ll lay down
on the table next to you
as they place the drill
amongst my head
a lobotomy
to make me numb.
If we were all numb
there would be only indifference
and nothing else left
to bicker about.
Finally life
could grow
as we forget about us.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A bad mood.

A bad mood,
that’s what the drink was called
she downed it within minutes
allowing it to hit her bloodstream.
However she felt nothing different.
Shit…was she always like this?

She asked the bartender
again for the name of that drink.
A bad mood.

Damn, she asked for another
she couldn’t accept that
one wasn’t enough
not enough to alter her state of being
she’d have another
and another
and still she felt no different.

Do you have anything else?

The bartender nodded
this one is called happy.

She took a swig
and within a matter of minutes
she felt an uplifting feeling inside her.
Damn, I guess they’re right
I am just that miserable.

Bartender can I have another.

Another shot at happy coming right up.

She shook her head
no I want another glass
of what I had before the last
I rather feel safe in my bad mood.
Happy is so
sporadic and socially suffocating.
If I get to happy
I might actually have to make…

Small talk
the bartender smiled
I take a shot of it every night.

No, she cried out
please no.
You couldn’t give me
enough shots of happy
to make that drink tolerable.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina




Safe is earned.

We want to know
the moment our eyes
set place upon a face
if they are safe
and in truth
safe is earned
and can be broken again in time.

Looks are not truth
it’s what is hidden
the squishy part
that we cannot see
the parts inside brains
that aren’t released
as truth in every conversation
that determines who a person is.

We cannot
and we shall not
base safe upon stereotypes
or indulge in movies
believing what they state as truth
because people are complex
and every is an individual
even if we are incapable
of accepting that fact.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I get angry.

I get angry
at the simplest gestures
and I’m trying to stay in
locking the insults within my brain.

Please don’t make me speak out loud
if I do it’ll break
the barrier I placed
to keep myself calm
and when it does
all those insults
I’ve compiled
well they will fall out
hitting you quickly
and I’d rather not be that person.

A snarky person with a remark for everything
that is who I am
although I try to keep it in
because my temper isn’t rational
and I get angered frequently
and I may say all the wrong things
well I know I will.

Please let me stay quiet
it is better for the both of us
because when it slips out
the words are replaced by guilt
inside myself
and the pain of guilt
is worst than the pain
of holding anger in.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

In the mirror they met.

In the mirror they met
each morning as they began to prep
in the evening as they reapplied their face
in between life’s high paced race
at night as they brushed to fight the decay
and every time they awoke neither could stray
for the others face is what they could see
until they both begged to be set free
and as one stood in the mirror
the reflection had gotten weirder
blurred as a ghostly apparition
now only the pain is heard
and forever trapped in a mirror
is their fear without a cure
because being alone
is now their forever home.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina