poetry – Page 4 – Temperamentally Tina

So fragile it is.

I only see as meI only hear as meI only taste as meI only feel as me I only smell as me.Inside another homeIt’d be different wired in by different connectors and the heart would have another beat. Would it still be me..if the home was another body?Is the brain what we areor is allContinue reading “So fragile it is.”

I do not want.

I have listened I have readand I have determinedfor myself I do not want. I cannot bowto a supreme rulerI will not I simply live for this lifethis moment these peoplenot a paradise in the skyI do not believe. I live for this moment these peopleall of us I help when I wantI abandon idealsContinue reading “I do not want.”

We will swim through.

I’m going to be angryI’m going to complain I’m going to tell you what upsets meand I expect the same of youbecause hiding it should be saved for relationshipswith acquaintances. In a home we shouldn’t be quiet we shouldn’t hold in we shouldn’t hide away the parts that are rottedrather togetherwe can scrape off theContinue reading “We will swim through.”

Why should it matter?

Normal is selfish.Normal is asking…How are you?Then politely slipping awaybecause normal is showing we care and that we desire closeness.Although we rarely listen and we rarely want to know how you are. If it doesn’t give us a worthy sense of self.Posting pictures to give and receive praiseshowing that part of ourselvesand the others aroundContinue reading “Why should it matter?”

We see the red stain.

Redas it hits the airflowing with the tiltit stays within the indents. It dries eventually we see the staincleaners rough abrasivesscrub the thought till it dissappears only red stainsand if they look hard enoughthey’ll rememberIs memory enough to keep from repeating? Nonot when the emotionswe’re bled out and once doneit changes the mind breaking theContinue reading “We see the red stain.”

I cannot tell you.

I cannot tell youwhy people are angryor why violence is released from oneself and onto another. I cannottell you why I can give reason and excuses and try to explain itbut I cannot tell you why. I cannot tell you why humans harm each other I cannot point to a human and tell you ifContinue reading “I cannot tell you.”

Ready to measure.

I have several sticks laid about the floorready to measure the length ready to fill and overfillthis little spacegrabbing out the paper measurer to determine the capacity and I know it’s therepast what it can keepso I cut a hole within my headto let my skull open and my brain breathe filling the room alreadyContinue reading “Ready to measure.”

The power to create is within ourselves.

The hardest part about creating today is that much has already been donewe live in parameters of the past trying to fit within their outlines holding up to what we’ve been told are the greats taught in classas who to inspire to be we’ve forgotten that the power to create is within ourselves skill canContinue reading “The power to create is within ourselves.”

Processing noises and words.

I can hear it allin my ears read it all each wordwith my eyesprocessing noisesand wordsfiltering it though the bossthat’s rarely satisfied. This boss up hereit’s strict it has demandsI’ve said fuck off several times and it lets me know through the pain in my headmaking its way through down to the burning in myContinue reading “Processing noises and words.”

Stitch the skin.

We can repairstitch the skin use glue when neededstaples that disintegrate as the wound healsbut the bladeit’ll reach different partsdifferent places the skin pigmentation lighter or darkerit doesn’t matterbecause living things bleedand humans die for their idealsbecause strength has been miscommunicated for centuries and no matter the processwe always fail to live within restraint. ThanksContinue reading “Stitch the skin.”