As if they never existed.

A body on the board
their skull cracked open
a team of specialists gathered.

“Dig in
get within the muddy parts.”

Hands wet
it’s thick
further in
“Is there an answer?”

“No not that one
throw it back in.”

Beep beep goes the machine
silence
“We might have lost another one.
we were close this time
complex questions
takes more than one piece.”

“Are we closer
or are we further away?
Bring them back!
Once they’re dead
their brain goes cold
it’s useless
the answers simply erase
as if they never existed.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Is a ghost dead?

Is a ghost dead
have we been mislead
are they parts
scattered about
falling off the living
as they’re shivering
warming their iced limbs
from within?

Are ghosts what the living has cast
breaking off bits of their past?
Are ghosts the memories left behind
the ones of burdened time?

If they hadn’t been evicted
their minds might have solidified
into an icy block long before the formaldehyde
and as the temperatures outside rose
they would have unfroze
as their minds begun to warm
then liquify and burn
brain juice would be acid to skin
leaving the entire world thin.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina


We fill it…

I spent years of time
trying to understand why
and then I accepted we all die
and in that fight of life
we fill it
we fill it with pretty things
we fill it with words
we fill it with education
we fill it with pride of home
we fill it.

In that time
I forgot to look at myself
thinking why are they so cruel
why must they compete
why can’t we get along?

I’ve accepted the truth
I’ve been cruel
I’ve been competitive
I haven’t wanted to get along
because although I’ll die
I fill it
I fill it with pretty things
I fill it with with words
I fill it with education
I fill it with pride of home
I fill it.

Because of that I crumble
I dread days because I’m overwhelmed
and I’ve accepted I’m going to die someday
and when I get there
what am I going to remember
the pride I had for my home
the pretty things I cannot take
words spurted out of mouths
education
the pride of my home
no
I’ll remember the time I wasted
competing
hating
struggling for more
and realize I’ve wasted an entire life
buying into societies hype.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I see a glare living within the air.

I see a glare
living within the air
I see it as a body laughs
and the squirmy worms are cut in half
wiggling and forgetting
breathing and digging
as I’m looking out
another one begins to pout
and that glare
is still within the air
forcing me to shut my eyes
as the others are spilling their lies
covered up and bonded within the glare
is it us that’s not fair
is it us causing cells to mutate
is it us forcing good and evil to date
resulting in birth
of this place of low self worth
and at the other half of the fraction narcissism
as if loving oneself must be met with criticism
did we create a fraction
a hate without justification
a place where evil isn’t that simple
and kind is never without ripples
in which hate and kindness twist
as we all try to resist.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The suit is ripped.

The suit is ripped
grab a needle and thread
or soon it’ll be dead.

Opaque fabric
they call it flesh all the same it’s a canvas
with layers to protect
the fragile parts that it has collect
bringing it warmth
towards the north
where the suit exhales
whatever ails.

Eww quicker please
there is red all over me
there is red pouring out of me
is this red pouring out of me
or pouring out of them is that what I see
at this point I wonder if it is yours
or is it mine am I just here to observe?

Quiet please
alright I’ll smile for a little more ease
quiet please
alright I’ll stitch my own lips geese
quiet please
alright I’ll just leave
anything for them you see
drain my liquid dry
as long as they don’t die.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Masked by resilience.

The pot boiling
liquids seeping the sides
hours dying
as her hands keep up
out the thoughts melt.

Dishes to clean
overwhelmed masked by resilience
although days slip
and weeks pile up
and years fester
boiling over
and our wants unfulfilled
because desires are tricky.

And as the pot boils
the past evaporates
and the mirage of more is lifted
she accepts simple
and realizes failure
is only a concept
rather than fact
and success
is calculated within expiration
and maybe she’s not ready to expire.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

I see a face.

We are here
over there
there is more
that’s what the voice swore.

Was it my eyes
or was it something more wise
is there a special device
am I suppose to blink twice.

I scream out to the voice
am I to make a choice
I’m here
churning within fear
and your yelling within there
am I suppose to care, of course I care
your abusing my curiosity it’s unfair.

Is it within my eyes
within my mind
in this place
I see a face
within that face
I vanish without a trace.

In time my posters will wilt
falling off their posts crinkling within the guilt
as the world forgets
and I’m erased living out life within new torments.

What should I wear today?

Alex kept staring at the women’s ass
Alex couldn’t pass
locking on to beautiful blues
a special hue
Alex was a on quest for something new.

Six more shots
what Alex wants can’t be bought
a little more loose
just another rouse.

“Would you like to come home?
My roommates out I’ll be alone.”
Marry nodded
as they made their way to a place less crowded.

Alex smiled touching the women’s spots that were just right
a potential lover in another life
Alex got up from the chair
searching for the perfect pair
Alex wasn’t the nice type
Alex was careful readjusting the light
her skin was smooth the process delicate
she’d be the perfect fit
her hair soft, long, and natural
that was almost impossible
out on the streets
it was un likely to find such meat.

Holding the blunt instrument
the woman wiggled beneath the torment
“It’s like apologizing to your organ donor
pointless and premature.”
Alex smirked
“Terrible joke I can be a jerk.
Even that tongue
it’s so long.
Casey could use another
oh honey don’t bother
you’ll exist
live on, so don’t resist.”

Alex awoke in the morning
opening the wardrobe Alex’s forehead was burning
“I really like that new ass.”
Casey said as Alex stared at the glass
“I call it bloody Marry.”
Alex stared at Casey weary
feeling refresh
sipped down to the last breath.

They really are the perfect blue
staring at the variety of hues
those eyes pair perfectly
rather fittingly
Alex stared at the wardrobe
brushing the new wig with a comb
Marry was the perfect addition
Alex thought staring at their passion
hmm what do I want to wear today?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The tree speaks through varying creaks.

The trees outside
out there they spend their time
one with the wind
drinking in all the sin.

Today they’re naked
they starved themselves as the leaves fainted
Winter left Spring isn’t in bloom
as I look out the window of this little room
wondering do they look in
thinking does she know who she is within
yea I say
“I’m a mother by day
at night I close my eyes
as my brain hits overtime
inspiring me
to love what I see.”

The tree speaks
through varying creaks
“one day you’ll just be dirt
one with the Earth
no more than I
growing taller only I don’t wonder why
I simply know to survive
what’s it like to be human
riddled with contradiction
the knowledge of your destruction
being able to roam
being in control of choosing a home
fertilization in your hands
our seeds roam lands
by the wind
as you sit down to eat din
we the trees
provide oxygen for even the fleas
feeding on the skin
of your kin
yet we don’t question
we never need suggestion
because we know life lives on
and we accept our fate as life’s pawn.”

I reply “it sucks tree
we may roam but we are never free
tied down by consequence
tormented by our own arrogance
unable to accept the unfairness of life
unsure of how to make it right.”

As the tree stands there
waves a branch in the air
and says “life itself is fair
more fair than you are
organisms fail here and afar
creating, sparking, evolving
rather than indulging
upon just one
otherwise life as a whole would be outdone.”

The tree shakes its branch
“one more thought it’ll be the last
being human is where depression resides
you think, you complicate, you compete as everything else simply survives
growing from dirt
digging in dirt
you want so much more it hurts.”

As I stand in the kitchen
looking out the window bitching
in a tree pose
all the thoughts arose
and I’m like “yea thanks tree
only you don’t have to roam free
and and… “
fuck it I just smile
and close the curtain for awhile.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Tucked in her chambers.

The one in charge
she’s not that large
look there’s a cat
wow it’s crazy fat
a cucumber it jumps fast
haha, no she shakes her head in disgust
the laugh button covered in rust
no I don’t drive this ship
to smile at dumb shit.

She’s tucked in her chambers
as if the world will change her
shit there is a flood out there
rewire the computer to not care
another sad one
shit why can’t we just have fun
shit we know liquids boil in the sun
thanks for your knowledge
it took much courage.

She’s tired up there
tucked in tight with minimal air
she won’t open those doors
she hates all the odors
getting in through the nose
shit several more fears arose
damn now she has to delete a web
overtime to redefine yep.

Prepping
fretting
her emotions they determine the route
keeping the ship from going out
lets read
up there in her chambers her fingers bleed
stroking each key
trying to help me
she puts the ship to sleep
several pages in she couldn’t keep
cynical a little irrational she’s tired
in spite of her crude nature she will never be fired
I know she tries.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina