These collars are too tight.

Can we lighten up
these collars are too tight
let me readjust it just right
no this shit is just to tight
go ahead readjust it lighten up.

Shh… you are loosing it
they are going to catch it
turn you into a meme
because truthfully they are just as mean
just lie down
take a nap right here on the ground
shh… do you need a blanket
I wouldn’t rearrange it
there are cameras everywhere
ran by eyes that no longer care
all taking claim in the fight for what is fair
yet this world is limited to screens
and denying low self esteem.

Your mental health isn’t priority
its all about their notoriety
re-watching shit they didn’t tape
and reinforcing hate
for an abundant of likes
to busy to literally take a hike
and reacquaint ourselves with nature
death is a small departure
if that person isn’t who they care for
oh wait I’m just another whiney girl sir.

When did it become acceptable
to tighten a collar
around their neck
because your eyes don’t see
them cry and plea
your ears are clean
from the debris of their low self esteem
as long as they are an asshole
I mean you have goals
maybe you are accomplished
then why insist on playing within the rubbish
pulling till the noose
is no longer loose.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

There are words to pick up.

There are words to pick up
stuck to the cement
she grabs a few
placing them within her pocket
the words twist and tare through the shirt
straight through the navel
making their way through
she lets out a wince
as the words cultivate
searching as they swim upward
where is the boss of this place
they search
tunneling themselves up the spinal cord
the signal stronger
they wedge themselves within her mind
she squints and places a hand upon her forehead
migraine triggered
she’s determined not to give into this one
the new words
mixes with thousands of others
banishing certain thoughts
recreating new wavelengths
and she feels uncertain again
which truth shall she listen to?
are any of them ever the truth?
are we incapable of the truth?
even when we are being honest?
do we even know the truth?
are truths derivative upon opinion
turning them false?
does she give into this one?
or does she shred the words within her mind
and carry on within her own truths?
are they any less than the others?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Fusing a sense of connection.


I slipped so hard on the pavement
my head cracked open
and my blood oozed within the cracks
leaving a slight discoloration
fusing a sense of connection
within the pavement.

Time passed
and I could feel
all the people walking around
like I’m so sad
I don’t know why
My life is good
is it?

The thoughts smashed within my brains
you enjoy forcing your bodies within cars
driving from one destination to the next
why do you think they keep making them better
to keep convincing us we need more.

The point of creating houses and agriculture
was to make life easier
easier on who
I’ve pondered this question for years
blaming the rich
and then thinking they seem miserable
always buying flashier shit
the same as the rest of us
almost pushed into it
as if success equates to how much you accumulate
and I feel we’ve all lost it
a sense of living
believing success is a accumulation
of material possessions
and I think
I myself want to take back
my ability to feel
without the gadgets
reminding me to laugh
without an appendage
clinging within my butt pocket
connecting me to an internet of faces
in which are always hiding
parts they deem unsellable.

I don’t want self help books
I want the truth
I want to know if your pissed off
I want to know if your truly happy
and how you got that way
I want to know the actual truths
rather than what we all deemed proper to show
that we all deem sellable
I don’t want to live in artificial barriers
I want to breathe fresh air again
looking at my phone
a reminder the air quality isn’t safe to go out
and I’m in fear again
and I miss the blissful ignorance
of not knowing
cigarettes caused cancer
peanut butter contains rat turds
hard candies are made of beaver secretions
how do we live lightly
knowing everything?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The ashes have fallen.

The ashes have fallen
scattering as they drift about
making their way to the ground
as the one left
slowly snapped
to the pressure
of surviving
falling within it’s final place
before it’s time
the pressure of finding stability
causes restless thoughts
and the restless thoughts
aren’t calmed within a tree pose
and deep breaths
causes the branch to ache
deep within it’s chest
feeling as if it’ll burst into flames
creating more ashes to scatter about.


Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

My brain has exited the conversation.

Shh…
my brain is processing
shh…
my brain is taking in the noise
shh…
my brain is still processing
everyone is talking now
I exit
my brain can’t process
my body is still standing in the room
I’m silent
my brain has exited the conversation
and now I’m working
fabricating a reality
a tap on my shoulder
shh…
I’m working
would you have stopped your creator
from creating you?
shh…
I’m thinking
shh…
I’m creating
shh…
I’ve heard enough of you
my brains overcrowded
hard to process all the chatter
instead I create new realities
to explain this one to myself.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

If I stare at the same place.

If I stare at the same place
I can see your face
I can their face
I can create a new face
by shoving them within the mind blender
pressing the buttons faster until their bones surrender
and they become a beautiful paste
that I reshape on this plate
cleansing the faces of their ugly
that stench of smugly
when the original face would point out flaws
until all the eyes were raw
and I’d say “pretty soon it’ll all be ugly
leaving no other choice than speaking politely.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I can see a face.

There is a noise I often hear
at times it is angry
at times it is sad
at times it is happy
at times it chuckles a diabolical laughter.

If I look closely enough I can see a face
appearing when I am alone
the face looks as if it is melting
as if it is made of wax.
tears I cry
sting the face
leaving imprints of wrinkles.

If I am quiet enough the face speaks to me
saying “I am your creator,
without me you wouldn’t exist.”

In which I smile back and say
“Without me you wouldn’t exist either,
your welcome for being my creator.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

How do you get people to bleed and break?

How do you get people to build?
How do you get people to sweat?
How do you get people to bleed and break?
You offer them improbable odds
a lottery
a jackpot
you offer them democracy
you give them titles
you create stores
you create jobs
you pay them just enough
to keep yourself at the top.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

People reacting and building.

Is the sun losing its heat
all the voices on repeat
are our tears acidic
breaking the atmosphere
our skin is covered in moles
as we rake fire over the coals.

To much clutter
the dump trucks putter
take the whole load
some of it will corrode
as the birds get caught in circles
turning purple
less birds to tweet
waking me throughout the week.

Are there less trees
we have cut one, two, maybe a million and three
should we plant a few
I thought they grew?

Did that purple bird die
oh it was them that would fly
delivering the seeds
without them the trees aren’t freed
unable to replenish what we have taken
must we admit we have been mistaken?

Rather it is helplessness
trapped within a repetitiveness
people reacting and building
without comprehending what they are willing
striving for larger homes
as if the one we have we have outgrown
no matter how large your space
it won’t erase the truth in this case
all the resources you have obtained
for your own personal gain
is slowly killing our one true home we share
even if we don’t all care.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Never does the boss take a day off.

The boss keeps the blood from curdling
by telling its worker to keep pumping
The boss keeps the carbon-dioxide from building
by reminding its worker to exhale
The boss keeps the toxins from residing
by telling its worker to cleanse.

Never does the boss take a day off
until it’s time for the body to retire
and all the workers are let go.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina