Balls of emotionramped up and waitinga sophisticated thoughtand it unravels quicklystained by the residue of ill soaked lips covered by lipstick to hide their natural pinkish hue because naturalis a feared weaponin the game of economics. Tonight I asked my husband to throw out a word in which I’d incorporate into a poem. He choseContinue reading “Covered by lipstick.”
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As I open the door.
I notice shades of skinthe tintsand the different hues I notice disabilities and if you had a third eyein the middle of your forehead I would noticeI would see thatand I notice weighthow much fatty tissueis accumulating upon each bodywalking past meand I see those differences and I notice if that person has a deepContinue reading “As I open the door.”
Handfuls of sweets.
My brain devoursthe daily gossip like handfuls of candies and sweetsand the neurotic receptors twist them aboutlike stomach churning filled of gunk made up of others despair and the laughter that surfaces strikes me down when the rational partsregain control asking “Why are you so petty?”and I bow down to that part of myself shakingContinue reading “Handfuls of sweets.”
My heart can’t adjust to the demands.
“I need this…now!“The words always loudereach time they hit my earsand I’m tiredand my patience is dying with every thoughtand each step takento keep up with demandsand every wordthat slips from megrows crabbierand less relaxedbecause my minds overfilled and my heart can’t adjustto the demandsmy hearts the size of my fistswhich isn’t that largeand somehowContinue reading “My heart can’t adjust to the demands.”
The lights they change.
The lights they change,they flicker,they go out.The stop signs come outand I wait.Looking to my left,my right.I’ve never been the type to command always hesitant and still I am. More just piles on,I pick from the pile a task and another and all the lightsthey flicker. I think if they go out will the tasksContinue reading “The lights they change.”
Picking the quills out.
Open..please I need to tare a few thoughts outwriting them out isn’t working it’s leaving me with a sense of defeat as I’m trappedwithin the constant pressure of never succeeding as I read them and I feel defeated always defeatedalways knowing others have more wordsa larger vocabulary I do notbecause I’m arrogant and I hateContinue reading “Picking the quills out.”
Jolly
Jolly was rather astounded when the others knew it was Jollyand not just another zebragrazing in the grassas they all had black skin covered in white stripes.Sure the patterns were different and the stripes thinneror thicker in consistencyyet Jolly couldn’t tell itself apart from the rest.To Jolly all the other zebras looked the same andContinue reading “Jolly”
A unrecognizable name.
A unrecognizable name writing out linesthat’ll be skipped overswallowed by a fewspitted outand forgotten.A unrecognizable name because I back in within shelters I feel safe and I open just enough to allow the words to drift out within the windwhirling around with the other leaves falling only to be swept awaywithin a bag and burnedContinue reading “A unrecognizable name.”
I’m a good person.
“I’m a good person.“How can you be so sure?Kindness isn’t definitive and good is opinionand fairness is often limited to situation and we are rarely objective choosing the person we deem are worthyin which is anyone capable of objectivity? Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
As they take off into space.
I’ll live more simple as they take off into spaceI’ll hunker down heresparingly taking the foodfor my family paying the mortgage of a small home as they ride the rocket ship I’ll drive a simple carto and from work home I’ll come back to as they walk off a rocket tears in their eyes asContinue reading “As they take off into space.”
Temperamentally Tina 