Growing a mind is a sensitive thing.

There’s so much anger in you
and I’m fearful
you’ll never know a true smile
or laugh a true laugh
with all the aggression
all the frustrations that appear
and I try to hold mine in
because cruel words
create cruel beings
and I try so hard
as the screaming starts
and the yelling approaches
but I myself have never learned
how to fully cope
with all the feelings
of this human mind
and I slip
within the aggression
yelling back
with words I wish
I held in
because growing a mind
is a sensitive thing.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Humanity

Your a part of this too
hide beneath anything you want
your a part of this too
at fault for the destruction of Earth
consuming the natural resources.

“We can conserve“

YES
although there are so many of us
that conserving is theoretically pointless?

Consumerism is an addiction
embedded within us
at our first snuggle in a blanket
the warmth of clothes on our torsos
our infant mittens
to keep from clawing our cheeks
consumerism is embedded within us.

“Breast is best!
“Bottle fed is a thing of disgust.”

Only once companies found a way
to profit off the tit
special creams
breast pumps for the working mom
everything is money
because consumerism
is our addiction
it’s all of ours
even the richest of the rich
they want it.

Bank account at the negative
another loan of consolidation
the ones with the most
looking down
thinking that person
shouldn’t have bought that car
the transport from home to job
job to home
as they themselves
have a collection of those
in their underground garage.

Consumerism without it
we as we are
wouldn’t exist
and I wonder
would that be so very terrible?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Fleshy robotics.

Your still breathing
so like get up
and do more
because it’s not over!
There’s still work left
and your fingers
they still move just enough
keep trying
because quitting isn’t an option
because theories
and a collection of ideas
doesn’t pay the bills.
So get up
keep going
work harder
clean more.
Keep going
your still breathing.
Right?
Damn…
Well it’s time for a replacement
maybe this one
will work harder
complain less.
That’s all we really are right?
Just fleshy robotics
wired to work
and work more
until there is nothing left?
That’s all we know,
to train our replacements
before our deaths.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Unfazed

You laugh.
I feel pretty fucking stressed
saying words
that are poison to your brain.
I speak of society
as your hands are out
grasping each dart
stopping from penetrating your heart.
Your disinterest is appalling
not because I’m upset
over your disinterest
rather because I’m jealous
how your able to disassociate
with the worlds crisis.
As I’m crawling on my knees
trying to keep from hitting
their barb wires.
Knowing each word is a mistake
and each though
is a brutal attack upon something.
Upon another cause
and I’m politically dumbfounded
and my vote
it never happens
neither does yours.
Although your stronger
because your never broken
by the pettiness
wondering did I make a mistake
am I in the wrong
for saying no
for looking away
and moving on?
As the others are scattering about
demanding more more more
saying I’m rude because I’m not talkative
in their social gatherings
and I’m not rather happy
and as kind as them
and I’m left wondering if they’re kind at all.
As you keep going
unfazed by their toxic darts
as if your immune to it all.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

The thoughts are growing.

The thoughts are growing
overwhelming their home
causing the home to swell thudding against
the hard casing
that keeps it safe
from the sharpness
of the predators surrounding.

Teeth pointed
properly sharpened
ready and waiting
for the skull to crack open
releasing the prey
that’s been hiding
awaiting its meal.
Ready.

As the skull cracks
the thoughts fully expanded
begin to leak
and as the predators
chow down upon their prey
the poison seeps within them
and they find themselves
dying along with their feast.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

To be a smile in the sky.

To be a smile in the sky
that brightens
and slowly fades
as the night appears
another shows half crescent
a smile in the sky
never at rest
while allowing the others
to know there is a safety
a happiness
to the end of each day
still guiding their way
as their wicked dreams
come out
the demons feed
again the smile
awakens
ready to shine brightly
vanquishing the pain away
to be that smile must be exhausting.

To be that smile
to be that guidance that light
I am not
I am not a smile
and a laugh
I’m a cynical manifestation
the demon at night
raiding the dreams
a reminder that
every thought
isn’t a smile
and every moment isn’t a laugh
because life is everything
all of it
and your only lying to yourself
giving a name to the sun
which is only a star
shining brightly
awaiting its time to dim
and burn out completely
because it’s only us
and even we may fail
and that’ll be the story
of all humanity
only the story will be over
because there will be no one
left to share or speak of.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Isn’t the sole pilot.

The loudness
the constant speaking
the words of others
the thoughts of my own
mixed with theirs
I can’t keep up
and I slow
and I rest
within my safety
right up here
within the words
and worlds I speak of
realities that don’t hold up
outside of my safe place
because my brain
it yearns of control
and within real life
it isn’t the sole pilot
only one of many.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Are you normal?

Are you normal?
No.
Great!
We don’t have to “normalize” difference.
Be different
and let others be traditional
neither lifestyle is wrong
for the individual
one lifestyle doesn’t fit all.
Cinderella’s slipper
didn’t fit just anyone
it only fit her
because that isn’t everyone’s fantasy.
Be different
and be normal
when it fits
don’t quit searching
don’t quit trying
to find you
because others aren’t alike
and don’t change the rest
to fit you.
Lets just find our interests
and begin to accept
the fact others
won’t like us
and we won’t like them
and there is no wrong
and there is no right
as long as we all
give and receive respect.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Art.

Grabbing the paint
and brushes
a canvas
and a cup of water
the artist begins.

Splatters of colors
hitting the canvas
the art begins
splat another splat.

A loud scream
the artist stops
rolls their eyes
as they look way from the canvas
and at the table behind them.

“Just a little more red,
you wanted to be a part of this
right?
You can spare one more drop.”

The artist
approaches the body upon the table
pinching its finger
letting the blood ooze
upon the palette.

“Be appreciative
because forever you’ll be
a part of this art.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina