poetry – Temperamentally Tina

You’re struggling.

You’re thinking over workedover tiredyou can’t sleepbecause you’re thinking.Did you speak the right words?Did you write down the right notes?A few pieces lost and you’re struggling because you’ve been taught perfection by an instructor that isn’t nor are youand you’re fighting. You’re screaming internally because these human traits are killing youthis need to listen butContinue reading “You’re struggling.”

I’m going to die either way.

We always want to bethe very bestthe very best wonderful and I am not and I don’t need to ne I just need to breathe even if my lungs aren’t as strong and my heart overbeats a little to fast I am just living even if it’s not at your best and my words aren’tContinue reading “I’m going to die either way.”

I might feel differently.

I’m not going to be the same tomorrowas I am today.I might feel differentlyabout what provokes laughter in meand I might cry over something that once brought happinessbecause each day is different and our feelings they changethey adapt. I might find wordsI’ve used are insensitiveand at other times I may not even care if theyContinue reading “I might feel differently.”

Exist, not known.

I will only be me living within a thought inside my brainam I real? Within here I am outside I do not existI am not known. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

I think of nothing.

When I’m in the quiet and my thoughts are left alone to think that’s when the thought of death creeps in and the idea of nothing terrifies me confuses me. I think of nothing closing my eyes and even then I can seeimages my brain projectsmemories I’ve rememberedideas I create pictures that play I can’tContinue reading “I think of nothing.”

You live to die.

You live to die.You start lifewithout account for your thoughtsdo we think as infants?Even if we hadI don’t remember nowso does it even matter?We act on instinctand our bodies growwithout a thought deciding if it shouldit just does. Then we begin to rememberfragments of eventsfeelings we’ve had even if we can’t remember the wordsor theContinue reading “You live to die.”

Choke on the words.

I am not blessed and your words are only that I smile at it I listen without response. I’m atheistfor that I must choke on the wordsbecause religion is everywhereon the countersas I wash my handspamphlets buried in piles of clothesI must fold in our lawsin our regulations. I must choke on it. Your inspirationContinue reading “Choke on the words.”

Scribbles upon a page.

We create guidelines as if life fits although in actuality life is like a toddlers art workscribbles upon a page in which they call a catand you yourself smile politely at the perfectly drawn catthat to you is nothing but lines scribbled upon a once blank pagelife is like thatbecause what makes sense to oneContinue reading “Scribbles upon a page.”

Happiness is shared?

Thought brings out righteousnessand beliefs make people believethey’re universal and their happiness is sharedalthough your desires and mine differand what provokes happiness in youfrustrates me. A higher power raises more questions in mewithout answers for you, you find safety and solace in letting GOD guide you for me I guide myself and respect in theContinue reading “Happiness is shared?”

Hands above a fire.

I feel so damn frustrated and you don’t want to hear ityou don’t want to feel ityou don’t want to be in itbecause we can’t stop itwe can’t help itwe can’t control itonly usand soon who knows where this place is headedwill we own ourselves?Will the debt rip us from our zone demolishing our homeContinue reading “Hands above a fire.”