Painting.

For my birthday my daughters bought me a paint kit. Which was as much for them as for me. My husband and I are working on teaching them that a gift is for the person you buy it for not yourself. My youngest is still trying to understand the concept. Anyways I’ve been attempting to paint mostly with two kids. Which it gets quite messy and my painting skill is definitely at beginner level.

I started off drawing shapes to get my youngest daughter to name them off for me. In which she started smearing paint all over the paper and I just went with it.

I flipped it and started adding eyes.

Anyone else just sort of start painting and drawing without a thought in mind? For me when it comes to drawing/painting I use it as a way to not overthink. Of course there are times I try to draw specific things although I get frustrated and just need to be free and turn to just making something. Anything. Even if it’s not a great piece of art. Honestly though what is great art?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

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The paint set above is the one I got for my Birthday present.

Hands above a fire.

I feel so damn frustrated
and you don’t want to hear it
you don’t want to feel it
you don’t want to be in it
because we can’t stop it
we can’t help it
we can’t control it
only us
and soon who knows
where this place is headed
will we own ourselves?
Will the debt rip us from our zone
demolishing our home
and we’d be nothing more
than bodies on the street
hands above a fire
trying to find warmth?
There was safety in a moment
bodies lived as they wanted
and seconds later
choices have become
that of law
and it’s confusion.
what does that mean
what choices do our children have
can they choose love for themselves
can they seek protection when needed
are we all now property of the law?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Like a lifeless flake.

Somedays I’m so fucking angry
about what I can’t stop
what I can’t help
what I can’t control
somedays I’m yelling
trying to find control
and there isn’t any
I feel like a lifeless flake
on a cold Winter Day
hitting the mounds
and mixing with the rest
waiting on the sun
waiting for the moment to melt
evaporate
and to start again.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Personal choices are exactly that.

I struggle with authority
and social norms.
I cannot smile
when I don’t want
and I find myself choking
on the words
and the frustration
that lives within me.
I find myself hiding it
because speaking freely
is something often celebrated
unless you feel differently
and then you stay quiet.
I find myself
pondering my beliefs
seeing the holes within them
I am pro-choice
although I value life
I just see the blurred lines
and I know the complications it brings
although I never have myself
I’m not against abortion.
In theory I have
if you allow
the restrictive to construct
your views
when it comes to contraceptives.
I’m anti guns
because humans and power
it’s a dangerous thing
a distance
standing between you and a target
I don’t agree.
I have never shot a gun
and have no intent to do so.
I am not against gay marriage
although I don’t celebrate it
because I don’t celebrate
heterosexuality either.
I suppose you could say
I’m for all marriage
against all huge weddings.
I don’t care for extravagant parties
and unwarranted debt
it’s pointless.
I’m married
although we aren’t owned by each other.
I have no tether upon my finger
because my personal
is for me
and trust is important.
I do not partake in an open relationship
it’s closed
me and him
but what others do
that is their choice.
Swingers shall swing
and it harms not me.
I believe
personal choices
are exactly that
and not for me
to determine for anyone but me.
I wonder why
it’s difficult for you
to make the decisions
only for you
and not for them?
Why is it so hard
to keep your choices
from dictating theirs?


Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

There is no right life.

When I was young
I wanted to save the world
cure all the ills
aid the homeless
and dissolve the pain of others
and now I’m different
I see it’s more complicated
rooted back to times
I’ve never seen
I’ve only read of.

There has been change
in small doses
only we at heart are always the same
stepping upon the bodies
to find our place of right
and now at my age
I’ve accepted
there is no right life
there is no perfect solution
because someone will always hurt
equality is a fruit
swallowed and spit out
sour to the tastebuds
because it’s not enough
not for the minds
rotted with greed
they always need to eat the most
spoonful of others
and I no longer
dream of being the savior
simply I live within the faith
I won’t be just one more soul
damning the human race
to extinction.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

This human thing.

This human thing
it feels wrong
it feels like every thought
is in conflict with another
and I’m hunching over.

The words claw in
clutching on
and this human thing
is becoming unbearable
will the words
claw so deep
the thoughts taring open my skin
exposing bone
releasing a river of blood?

Every thought conflicts
this human thing
it’s difficult
further I hunch
as I think
I tell myself
to stand straight
realign my spine
but I cannot till every human is fine
which is an impossibility
because all our thoughts
all our wants
all our needs
conflict
turning this human thing
into a feeling of wrong.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

You exist.

You exist
that’s great
I do as well
so does that person
oh and that person over there
and all the other animals.

We’re really just an animal
breathing
eating
trying to make sense
of a universe that’s vast
and the never ending
makes us sick with frustration
with curiosity
that’s never filled.

Killing each other
for money
for a system
that’s not infinite
materials that’ll break
not soon enough
to cleanse the Earth
it just fills
and fills more
reseeding it’s filth
filling us with microplastics
our blood isn’t what it was
we’re all
looking for superiority
and I believe
none of us are
wealth is only
an accumulation of things
that can crumble
and cluster our Earth.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Everything is money.

Everything is money
that’s why it’s all so similar
the sounds repeated
the stories changed in small doses
the books on the big screen
it’s because money is the thing
money is the price for our creativity
for our growth
for our knowledge
for our cures for cancer
the price is money
and it’s slowed us
stopped us
crept within our minds
clawing itself in
till we gave in
and we write
and create the memes
that get the most likes
we just want to be
in a larger home
with a smaller heart
and less creative time
we just want to be
the ones with the most money
the creatives we are nothing
it’s those with the minds of business
that makes the most
that chooses what goes
chooses what is seen
and what meets with the best
and I’d rather be
just not be that
because I’m an arrogant mess
and poor is what I am.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

A thought is only a piece.

A thought is only a piece
another thought appears
together they mingle
intertwining to create more
as the the afterthought
feeds upon the current
evolving the thoughts
trying to climb out of their hole
wet and filled of blood
creeping to the surface
thoughts they transform
but there is a part
that tampers the heart
beating it does
sending an electrical current
that corrupts the brain
to rethink
to slip back
to repeat the past
to repeat the hate
that doesn’t belong within it.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina