Moral grounds that freeze in the Winter.

Humans aren’t any more evil
than a lion
ready to eat
because all any animal knows
is survival.
The difference is as a human
we’re stuck contemplating
between moral grounds
that freeze in the Winter.
When we walk
we must tread carefully
because falling in
could freeze our blood
and no matter how hot it gets
it’ll never liquify again.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A delicious heart.

Feeding the moles
burrowing beneath
they peek out
slowly then faster
they climb
spotting the flower in the grass
dripping of its red liquid
they feed
nibbling to the rhythmic beat
following that melody
not daring to eat too much
in fear of killing it
because killing it would the mole
lonely and unfilled
on a forever search
for a delicious heart
that could take decades
leaving it to grumble
and go belly up upon its mole hill.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

They can’t speak at all.


Droplets slipping out
as the words they speak
come in contact with your ears
and covering
doesn’t stop the toxins
from making their way in.
Ear plugs only block out noises to an extent
the louder they become
the harder it is to ignore.
Stopping at the source
is the more concrete route
grabbing the glue
sticky lips
clamp them down.
Then they can’t speak at all
and you can remove the inserts
allowing yourself to listen freely
without the toxic interruptions.
But I must ask
who’s to stop your outbursts?
If one must act so aggressively
are they themselves the aggressor?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

2D impressions.

A world of eyes
leaving 2D impressions.
I wonder if they see me
and I to them am flat
as they’re looking out?
Do they feel to be real
and I myself imaginary?
I’m only a thought
In the evening,
when it is their night
it is my morning
and when I feel aware
it’s only a projection of them?
Who is real,
if I can think
then I must be?
Is it the face I see
upon the floor
in the wood
upon my door
that I’m thinking for,
or is it me?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Tree in Winter.

The burden of the ice
waiting for it to solidify
dripping down my spine
branches stretched
taking on more
before it reaches the ground
and the ground says it’s already
over capacity
and yet I grow taller
even in the Winter
after my leaves
starved themselves of oxygen
to allow myself growth
because being bare
allows me
to take on Winter
stretched till I crack
break and bend
a branch to the ground
and I stand strong
stronger still
because I’m grounded
within structure
within soil that is my home
and I’ve come to accept
life swirls by
fleeting from one place to the next
and still I stand
right here
awaiting the ice to solidify
and turn to liquid
freeing me of the burdens
of the extra weight.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

We most certainly won’t.

The breath is slowing
as resistance is growing
splitting the crust
giving home to rust
as the time feels stuck
only it’s moving through the guck
and we’re all watching
standing still grouching
making discussions
feeling the need to make confessions
still hiding
pretending were finding
solutions together
as we hide out for the cold and smother together for the warmer weather
because we just can’t let go
and we just cant accept it’s time to slow
for if we don’t
we most certainly won’t.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A rift.

There was a rift
as bodies began to shift
between each part
there was no start
just a great expansion
of time entering the mansion
from one corridor
down the hall the swaying of a door
and all the bodies began to mesh
fusing each others flesh
and all the moments began to intertwine
until there was no other moment in time.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Humanity; A tornado of thoughts.

There’s so much yelling.
I hear it over the wind?
Through the wind?
Is it carried by the wind
or is it in competition with the wind?
Is the yelling what causes
the doors to slam shut or open
taking them off their hinges?
A whirlwind of competition.

Humanity; A tornado of thoughts
trying to compete,
being the strongest,
being the loudest.
It’s all so loud.
I lay down low to the ground
hoping it blows right over me
swept up and carried out my door
because the house doesn’t pay for itself
and I must be amongst it all.
In the noise,
all that noise,
all those thoughts
bashing against my own
and I feel an ill
come over me.

Humanity: A disease
inflicted of the constant thoughts
and the need to belong.
I thought I had found
a way out of it
although the wind blows me over
sweeping me away
and I thought the stronger I became
the harder it’d be
to carry me off
and yet
I must
because it’s about the number.
It’s about the need to be wanted.
It’s about a need to pay the bills,
that vanishes the desire
of just staying in
rather I must leap within
the noise and add more
and more
as the world is yelling out
mixing us all
and obliterating the silence.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

I am selfish

I am selfish
in servitude to myself.

A hole is forming
I’m struggling
trying to keep up with the cracks.
The plaster is old
and I’m selfish
I want to keep it up
keep the exterior from wrinkling.

Looking out through a hole
I see all the eyes
hearing voices at a distance
as my words slip in
trying to compete
because I want to be heard
I can’t be quiet always.
I’m selfish
unwilling to only listen.

As if I’m infused within the barricade
between myself and what’s not
I wince as pieces are being pried away
and I’m no longer sure
If I’m encased within the wall
or I myself am the wall?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina