poetry – Page 23 – Temperamentally Tina

I feel the swelling.

I feel the swelling beneath my sculland I know if it was cracked open there would be no abnormalities no scar tissue to seefor I feel the intensity of my thoughtsand thoughts don’t leave physical residue it’s all emotional and it’s all in there in that squishy partno one can seenot even I although IContinue reading “I feel the swelling.”

Like a drip of acid.

Each task I must completeis like a drip of acidwithin my braina burning sensation eating holes through my memory a few tasks slip oh I forgot I can’t remember I can’t think of it all. An antidote within adaptation if I evolve into an individual that doesn’t stressthat doesn’t worry would that repair the holesbringContinue reading “Like a drip of acid.”

Harden into rocks.

All my thoughts are heavy as if they solidify and harden into rockscontaining wordsand memories.Longing for an archeologist to come along and chisel them out taking them away from meand freeing my brain from the weightof its endless thoughts. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

The days.

The daysthey keep happening and the seconds keep spinning and if I could walk back through each dayeach moment I never would because looking to the past promotes resentment and regret. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

The red evaporated.

A honk of the hornthe red evaporated and the light turned greenthe street stainsthey disappeared and the carthat stopped to long scurried by the driver out of a daze chances are they kept going that car behind them clutching onto angst for a matter of a second seems eternity when their stresses keep pushing uponContinue reading “The red evaporated.”

Weeding through reality and image.

Weeding through reality and image the roots have tangled and begun to grow together as a selfie is taken with a smile held up by the stem. The flowers open for the light to soak in the perfect glow because the image of happy and success must be captured and always shared. As the sunContinue reading “Weeding through reality and image.”

Explorer

The universe is without a brain to hold the truth it finds. It creates life to answer what it cannot,the questions that keeps the universe expanding. That creation is an explorer finding answers that life needs to uncover.The truths they find causes their brains to pulsate and shed releasing the partsthe intelligent life cannot acceptContinue reading “Explorer”

Chopped like onions.

I don’t often speakin crowded places as the opinions drip out of mouths and are chopped like onions by the public mixersprovoking tearsas I hold in my thoughtsknowing my wordsaren’t as strongas the fumes of theirs rather I stay quietand I keep it infor moments that I feel are necessary. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

I see faces amongst the wood.

I see faces amongst the wood ingrained within the floorthat I step upon rather than walk around. I hear words spoken years agowith a lower intensity although they’re dullerthey still wreck havoc upon my ear drums causing reactions to numb. I smell a metallic scent drifting up and I get down cleaning all around. IContinue reading “I see faces amongst the wood.”

Disinfect.

Disinfect the casing spray it down to prevent molding it’s dirty again submerge it within waterand hope it driesair drying isn’t the bestgrab a towel don’t be to delicate the mold is rough it gets in there and isn’t willing to leave. It’s not as if you can buy anotherat the corner storemaybe off theContinue reading “Disinfect.”