words – Temperamentally Tina

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.”

Wrestling with the many words.

She was thrown in the ringwrestling with the many wordsthat defined the sportroped off by civilized notions and laws she must followas she crawled beneath the ropeshe got twisted and flipped about stuck feeling the self worth being beaten out of her by each opponent she came acrossand all their thoughts slammed all of hersContinue reading “Wrestling with the many words.”

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.”

I carefully collect them.

I give you my emotions dripping of vile wordsbottled and stored within youand as it becomes harder and the words seep from your poresI carefully collect them and take them back in allowing space within yourself because you deserve to find solace within me as well. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

Making my mind mine.

I’ve spent a lot of timemaking my mind mine.Analyzing many of wordsand combinations taking in thoughtsfrom other sourcesand banishing them out.I’m not looking to change,I’m looking to evolve further.My mind openednot to suggestions or for the takemy mind is open to allow the flow to create to find what hasn’t been done trying to shredContinue reading “Making my mind mine.”

I watch the words.

I watch the wordsas they write themselvesupon the walls of my mind.The little me she scurries to wipe clearthe wallsto keep it clean as the words write faster upon the wallsshe struggles to keep up.Smudging wordsas letters become entangled and words look funnyand peculiar to that of what I was taught. She stands back wonderingContinue reading “I watch the words.”

I can see the thoughts.

I can see the thoughts as I think them slipping out of my mind as if they’re spiders quickly sprouting websas the words dangle hanging off my ceiling in the webs of thoughts hatching as the anxiousfeelings growand they multiply as my mind sputters to keep upmy eyes weightedby all that they must processand myContinue reading “I can see the thoughts.”

All these rules.

All these rules makes my words scatterfleeing about the pagesscreaming let me outerase meadd an UPPERCASEwhat about the , don’t forget the .no I’m yelling add an ! markno that feels to stronglets calm it downshall we ? no it has to fit formfit what those that knowhave written down I must keep upI mustContinue reading “All these rules.”

Holes in the box.

Thoughts swim within the airpolluted by the germs of fellow wordsinfecting those thoughts with their sicknesspolluting views and simple wantsturning simple wants into weapons loaded of hate and disgustand slowly destroying the healthy bacteria living within idealsbecause perspectiveis covered in vocal cord eating bacteria getting in and exposing wounds as they slice through the larynxleavingContinue reading “Holes in the box.”