poetry – Page 21 – Temperamentally Tina

Fat festers.

Fat festersand will not burn in a stagnant bodyeven if the mind runs and the mind thinksthe fat it’ll cultivate and the reason is lack of movement at least not enough to keep the fat burning off. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina

The shards of brain piercing my heart.

Humanity hits hardand I feel fragile.Every hit breaks another piece of glasssending it throughout my blood stream. The shards of brain piercing my heart.I feel the holes opening and their painful recovery to close,only to be opened again.I can’t break free of this humanity,of the make believe I have come to believe in, even ifContinue reading “The shards of brain piercing my heart.”

S-O-U-L

Do you have a soul? Uhh yea I’m wearing shoes,see they’re a little worn down. Although I’m not ready for a new pair yet. No I meant a soul. Like the soles of your feet? No a s-o-u-l! What’s that? It’s a soul, you know who you,what you are. So like my personality?It’s a littleContinue reading “S-O-U-L”

Prisoners

Are we all prisonersof this civilization? The bars electrified by the memories of our pastsand each time a finger slipsour brains fry a little bit. Freedom is impossible when the bars are invisible and our currencyis paperbecause paper can set on fireand our currency is computer codebecause computer codecan be served to another. The onesContinue reading “Prisoners”

The coldness.

She moved through rooms,walls never stoppingdrifting through observing the habitants. The coldness was an indication she was near.The thermostats at war clicking higher and at the same time each night the wailing intensified. As the sage burnedthe habitants called out asking once again why she was stuck?Why she chose to stay behind? Decades pastfaces hadContinue reading “The coldness.”

I find myself in lows.

I find myself in lowswondering whya long line to the finish lineis worth it?Rather a short cuta dash and a slipwithin a short sleep right before thought cuts out and there is nothing and the constant worry and the stress of my humanity comes to a halt and I feel nothing.Finally. I don’t, I haven’t,IContinue reading “I find myself in lows.”

I don’t hate people.

I don’t hate people nor am I disappointed in usI feel we’ve evolved and we have more space to grow and to changeand make better decisions and I have faith we willand I know there will always be those that want morethat take morethat own morethat build morethat take more than neededto flaunt itwhile givingContinue reading “I don’t hate people.”

Your body floats within space.

I never set my dinner tablenestled within a small kitchen rather I omit it from the routinesitting upon the floorin a carpeted living room taking in breakfastlunch dinerand the snacks between because formal I am not. I use a forkand a spoonthe size dependent upon how much I want to shovelin at onceand lobster isn’tContinue reading “Your body floats within space.”

A finder of myself.

They speakI listen in partsother partsI think up myself choosing their wordsthe ones I enter within memory because a listener I am not. An interpreter I am a finder of myself I strive to be. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

Under the ice.

The cold leaks in invading the skinstraight to the boneit’s freezingand the toes are icing overas the body shiversand the goosebumps inhabitand growas the coldbecomes colderand the entirety of self freezesand as another approachescenturies laterfinding a perfectly kept bodyunder the icethey begin to chiseland break it apartopening the cranium and reviving what once was. ThanksContinue reading “Under the ice.”