Free in the breeze.

Speak respectively.
To who?
To those that say bless you.
I’d rather not live hypothetically.

I just sneezed
why must words be spoken?
As if the spirit in me will be awoken
truthfully I already set it free in the breeze.

First I had placed it in a jar
shaking the little thing
trying not to vomit as it would sing
then I decided it was time for it to be far.

It was ugly and useless
spreading itself within my insides
and I knew it would hide.
It was time to stop finding purpose.

I cut the useless parasite out
because I’m not a killer
I placed it within an empty jar as a filler
and all it would do is shout.

I opened the jar
and released my soul back to you
it was your turn to determine what to do
as long as it was all the way afar.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Repelled by an internal fan.

I’m not a drug dealer
I’m not an alcoholic
and I’m often not a pill popper
I’m just a dysfunctional fuck
that rarely understands
the majority’s point of view
left in confusion as several voices speak
trying to translate English
as if it’s foreign to my ears
although it’s my native tongue
and still
the words don’t quite make it
to my brain to fully digest
it just sort of hits my ears
repelled by an internal fan
that runs on
a devotion to reject
mandatory meet and greets.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Endless conversations.

Did I speak right?
Did I type that offensively?
Should I erase a word?
Fill another in,
add more
or take a few away?

No, I’ll just hit send
and I’ll stop worrying,
is it right
is it offensive
is it the right context?
Will they understand
will they interpret it differently?
Yes they will
because they are not me
and I am not them.

Holding in sentences,
having endless conversations
within the walls of my brain.
Trying to get it right
trying to avoid fault
although the truth is
we are all wrong somewhere
and we are all right
as long as we try to be polite.
If I speak my mind and offend
that’s alright
if you offend me that’s alright
as long as our intent isn’t to hurt
we shall think as we think
and feel as we feel
as long as we don’t physically harm.

Feelings are personal
and they change
and what angers you
doesn’t always anger me
and what saddens me
may not sadden you
and laughter isn’t contagious
because if you laugh
I may not
and when I laugh
you might turn red in the face
because we feel differently
and neither of us shall be sorry
for we are to be who we are.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I see faces in almost everything.

To be the most interesting
is an ability I’ve never had.
I could share I see faces
in almost everything
and if I allow it
those faces would appear
to the point in which
fear would be destroyed within me
because eventually I’d see nothing
besides eyes appearing
when the lights are off,
when the lights are on,
and to be alone
would be an impossibility.

I see faces in the cracks of cement
in the speckled paint upon my ceiling
in the shag of carpets
in the woodgrain on doors
in the reflection of light from the bulbs
in the screws upon the faucet
in a basic porcelain toilet.

If your eyes look long enough
everything has a design
if you open yourself to it
the eyes show through
and eventually you’ll go mad
or that’s what they say
although I like to think I’m open
in ways others have closed
themselves off.

To be interesting
I am not.
To say the faces appear
as the alcohol hits my blood
I’d have to share
I haven’t had toxins in my blood stream
in over a year
nor have I have I ever indulged
on the regular.
Nor have I smoked myself
to a state of insanity
for I’m not the high type
I keep my lows
I rather enjoy those.
Smoking would ease the anxiety
and the anxiety is my zone
I simply am just off
within a life
that is based within my head
created naturally.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

How do you make sense of your brain?

How do you make sense
of your brain?
You write it down
short sentences
long sentences
scrambled words
concrete facts
fictional scenarios.
Working between life
and obligation
a few lines here
and a few lines there.
You re-read
like damn this still makes no sense
a simple shrug
you click share.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Laughter is your only connect.

Words of others
don’t dictate your choices
nor do their words
accumulate a perfect person.
Their thoughts are rarely indulged by you
and when they are
they’re rated on a scale of laughter
because besides a smirk
you are not changed
nor do you budge
and what they do
and what they like
and what they think
and what they feel
belongs to them.
Never does it penetrate
the person you are
because you only care about us
and laughter is your only connect
when you feel up to engage
outside of us.
When another disapproves
it’ll never change your mood
for you’re not one to just love
and move on
you’re a true committed type.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

If others can’t see us smile how do we prove we are?

There is a need to be enjoyed
to be taken in
as if entirely alone
in the smallest portion of Earth
detached from our technological appendages
we may not exist.

If others can’t see us smile
how do we prove we are?
If we cannot capture the event
how do we reason it happened?
If we are not liked
then how do we determine our worth?
Is our worth nothing?

Did we stop
investing in ourselves
and rather we invested
into the need of being wanted
overlooking the desire in others
always trying to appeal
to a sense of pain
a sense of happiness
whichever catches the most nibbles.

Now we robotically impress
moving our arms
readjusting the rusty gears
placing in the better parts
anytime another claims they don’t like us
or they like another more.
Are we really incapable of smiling
because the moment is worth it
if it isn’t captured for others?
Are we incapable
of submitting the first take
rather than the several after snaps
trying to capture the best
to be the best
reality knows the truth
even if the rest of us no longer do.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

It’s love.

It’s love
you didn’t know that?
No, really that’s the name
of the worm
it spreads its love
milking itself
and leaving behind its slime
within each
and the secretions
begin to sprout
and out of the center
births dozens of more
wiggly things
that plummet to the ground
as the flower shakes itself clean
as the wiggly things plant within the soil
sprouting out new plants
with heart shaped petals
in which others
tare off
and use to heal
the holes in their own hearts.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina