Be kind.

Be kind
he held the bumper sticker up this time
he smirked
holding up a fork
you mean I should be kind
and your free to unwind
as long as everyone else is being respectful
you don’t have to follow the same rule
he shook his head naw
if you keep pulling your wrists they’ll go raw.

It wasn’t until recently had I realized
I don’t care to stay civilized
you’ve never behaved as you told others how
and I’ve never been the type to eat a cow
recently my hunger has been unattainable
and honestly unpredictable.

Watching you with those signs
I felt a waste of time
It’s ironic I’ve seen you outside
many times I’ve taken that ride
yet you have no bumper stickers promoting an orphanage
nothing stating get these kids adopted
I thought all life mattered
I suppose not all life is flattered.

He turned on the oven
do you know how high to cook a human
hmm… I suppose I could search it
would I be flagged real quick
naw they’re to busy collecting data
to sell me this new claw
it’s shiny and hooks fantastically
thank you he chuckled as the woman stared frantically.

It’s not delicious and defiantly coarse
he chewed the taste only became worse
eating the evidence was a mistake
would the fat mix well in a cake
he shook his head this shit is disgusting
as his stomach began erupting
I definitely wasn’t thinking
next time I do this without drinking.

Thanks for reading.
Temperamentally Tina

The flower grew.

Every channel played a reminder of a time before
a constant reminder of the moments of now
always trapped within the thoughts of how
she made a decision
a precise incision
the projector continued to play
turning off the power would allow her to stray
legally they couldn’t switch off her power
instead they planted seeds to grow a flower
the flower grew
bright and blue
tampering with the circuit boards
replanting memories and strengthening cords
slowly she transformed
and forgot about the memories that turned
until her ears fully ripened
ready to open
and soaked in the knowledge of a time before
rotting out the flower to it’s center core.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The brain busily cleans it away.

Our brains retain every moment
unless its deemed to be waste
in which the brain
busily cleans it away
wiping it’s existence
triggering us to move forward
without a memory of why
sometimes what our brain determines waste
are still active within other minds
memories some brains claim empty and wasteful
other brains feed upon
because what empowers one person
may not empower another.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Entitlement

Entitlement
is a thought birthed by torment
people are below
if they weren’t kept low
who’s blood would fill their glasses
who would make the paper to wipe their asses
who’s sweat would coat the plates of the richest
and when they do slip who would be there with the stitches
when the others decide
they’ve hit their stride
and it’s time for them to live below
in which they crouch real low
and realize entitlement
is a term used to mask the true torment
that the ones above
are all out of love.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Giving life to Ambivalence.

Anger is their name
their fists are enlarged
always clutched and ready
to target their nemesis happy.

Happy is the one with the wide eyes
and the dopey look
always laughing
as if they’ve bathed
in a bath of happy oils.

Anger with it’s red face
and it’s enlarged blood vessels
shakes it’s fists
“If you don’t stop happy I’ll punch you!”

Chuckling happy moves side to side
“Give it a try.”
Happy says with a wide smile.

Anger aims on the ready
Happy with it’s quick side step
leaps out of the way
“Better luck next time.”

Anger unleashes it’s all
Happy is spun around
falling into anger
the two slowly kiss
and give life to Ambivalence.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Shatter the standards.

Shatter the standards
with this hammer splattered in words
crack damn that was easy
is that liquid red or clear?

Everywhere I go I hear the frustration
it’s within me
it’s within you
it’s within them
it’s within us all
I hear it
I pause
don’t get angry today
are they here in this store
then they’re miserable that’s clear.

I look around
there are cameras everywhere
who’s winning this
I’d love to know the true victor
the lonely one
going home
with a smile
no pressure
that’s impossible
are we your dolls
spin us up
let us loose
watch our fights
let us work it out
for what
for your pleasure
for your home?

All the dolls on the street
spinning
abrupt hit
slow it down
restock the shelves
it falls you ass plant to the ground
we do it for us
we do it for them?

They gave us this place
they gave us our jobs
to pay us for our service
thanks for the check
I have several cards at limit
we were made to be their doormat
free will
movies to drive our goals
make us believe we need it all
dangling better on a string
laughing as you fill your mansions
knowing we belong to all of you
the one thing I’m unsure of
is who you all really are?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

No I’ll stay here.

I stare up at the ladder
my brain fills of all the pressing matters
I take a step
stop, I’d rather wallow within regret
blood makes me queasy
each rung of that ladder more dizzy
and the pressure of the air
might collapse my lungs up there
NO I can’t even take the first spot
it’s just too hot
and all those people I could be above
all those bodies I’d have to shove
NO I’ll stay here
not because of fear
I know I don’t have it
the capabilities of all the fires lit
NO I can’t have that in my retinas
I’d never sleep all that indecency pent up
as if I was kind hearted
NO once you take that step all that good is departed
and you become
just another one sharing their crumbs.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Our monsters have the same name.

There is a monster inside your head
it’ll never hope you dead
it lives within you
your life is it’s life too
it takes the reigns
setting straight your complaints
as if we could scream
it was all in here, I’d never be that mean
pounding on our skulls
the monsters don’t take the fall
it’s you that must accept
the punishment of their discontent
our monsters have the same name
they’re all pink, squishy, and go by brain
parts of them chisel their way through your ears
searching out their peers
maybe they find their way in
within nostrils they’re quite thin
the slivers they shed
infecting others once their host is dead.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Should I let them in?

Are they hungry
shall I feed them
if I do will they ever leave
do I want them to
they surely stink
should I let them in
let them take a bath
eww would they burden my air
with their diseases
no they can stay down there
it’s better than no shelter
I could have told them no
I allowed them some of this clean air
if I let to much escape
I won’t have enough for this home
is my life
worth sacrificing for theirs
how many are they now
why do they keep multiplying
slow down
you only have so much space
lets not overfill it shall we
if I let them in
will they shit all over everything
dirty savages
shall I share some of this intelligence
no this brain needs it
hey darling
I say as I open the cranium
and place the pills
directly into the source
closing the lid
it’s much quieter now
it’s always much quieter after the morning pill.

Everyday I try to write to try and embrace the creative process and become a better writer. Recently I have been trying to let the words flow without over thinking it. The above poem is a result of that process. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Death means zero senses

I think about death
and I panic
the anxiety claws within my brain
ridding me of rationality
what is it to not exist
to not see
to be blind
although your aware
you can hear
you can smell
death means zero senses
the brain no longer thinks
the body goes cold
and shits itself
of the last bit of waste
as it all decays
and eventually that one person
the person you were
totally forgotten by you
and you’ll never know
maybe you were a naked body in a room
as others gathered and wept
maybe your ashes in an urn
you’ll never know
death is the greatest punishment of life
struggling for decades
to survive all the emotions
and fight through all the thoughts
and then you die
and it’s over
and you never know what rest felt like
because your brain turns off
and you no longer exist.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina