Without yourself
you would have no life
in which being self centered
is your core
and if you broke that bond
you wouldn’t exist.
To say being self centered
is a form of negative behavior
we are simply saying
put me before you
which then makes
all the others self centered?
In theory if we all put others before ourselves
then no one would be left emptied
wouldn’t it be quicker
if we all took care of ourselves
and in return
we’d have the patience
to be kind to others.
If we knew we’d always be taken care of
respected by ourselves
rather than giving it all
to everything else
wouldn’t we be more willing to give?
Why is it morally indecent
to care for yourself?
To see yourself first
leaving yourself calm enough
and happy enough
to be polite
and respectful when the time is needed.
I’ve met kind hearted people
that are bitter and mean
and their kind actions
are masked and forgotten
by their bitter behavior
because they left nothing for themselves
and they became cranky, irritable, and unrested
which renders a person
ill mannered.
I’ve met selfish people
that are kind in appearance
always smiling
and speaking with politeness
sharing interests
whenever their is a benefit to be received
as they slowly slip out when they’re needed
as the ill mannered person
is mumbling under their breath
covered in sweat
showing their anger
as they stand their and help another.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Knowledge is collected.
Knowledge is collected
shared and further investigated
as a common filler.
The same as a dentist drills a tooth
and fills it with glass and quartz
we fill the holes in science
with a complex mechanic
the creator of it all.
The same as a tooth
science outgrows its filling.
It falls out
again the dentist fills the hole
as our knowledge evolves
and we come to a point
in which we cannot answer.
The filler reappears
again and again
as the answers
to anything we haven’t yet solved
because our brains cannot process
that the universe
came into existence
rather than was created into existence.
The birth of it all
was spontaneous
and ever going
till it collapses
taking us all with it.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
The forest feels.
The trees are blushed
as the clouds stare down
and the grass curves up in delight.
A quiet peacefulness
that ends abruptly
as life flourishes.
Soften moments
in which memories
are retained in the clouds.
As the clouds see it all
holding it in
and releasing it back.
The grass soaks it up
going from an upward curve
and down down down.
The trees filled of excitement
that escapes and turns stale
as life continues.
The forest feels
what everything else puts out
the peace and the turmoil; endlessly.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Life is a breath.
I don’t believe in god
a rational or irrational creator
with the ability to make us in their image
I don’t believe that at all.
I believe life goes on
and branches in all directions
and it doesn’t have logical thought
although it has an ability
to adapt
to branch off
to evolve
and theoretically
it connects us all.
Every living thing
down to the last insect
the size of a spec
because life is a breath
going off in trillions of directions
with an instinctual
need to continue
and as logical beings
it’s our responsibility
to help it grow
and stop stomping out
the smallest of specs
for our own prospects.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Hands sloppily stitched.
The stuff animals split apart
and hands sloppily stitched
cutting pieces
that couldn’t be fixed
creating something different
that isn’t quite as cute
as the originals
definitely more nightmarish.
One part is looking forward
the other to the side
as if it’s untouched by the change
it’s still itself
yet something else
and it’s ok with that
because looking after someone else
gives its life a purpose
and whom it once was
is still there somewhere.
Some nights I draw an image and write a reaction to that image. Tonight that is the route I took. I do it as a way to allow my mind to wander rather overthink something so much that I block myself from writing at all. I often overthink a concept to the point in which as I’m writing it I quit before I have a chance of ever finishing it because I often feel it can’t live up to the expectation I have in my head. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
The ground was swollen.
The ground was swollen
the more feet that stomped away
the larger it swelled
attracting paws that clawed away
and the nibbles of teeth
searching for a tasty treat
until the pocket swelled
and swelled
and burst.
A bloody secretion
red and rustic the smell
spraying out
as if underneath the mound
there was a whale-like creature
coming up for air
letting out the red tainted water
to breathe a little longer
and as the tainted water escaped
and spread above
the bystanders covered in blood
began to secrete saline
as if their tears could wash clean
their footprints.
As others held up their umbrellas
and placed on their raincoats
looking below and then above
as if everything could be repaired
if granted so by the ultimate power
the biggest boss
only the ultimate power never existed
and if they had they weren’t floating about the clouds
suffocating on polluted air.
For those that are not innocent bystanders
nor a believer in the ultimate creator
because they know the stories weaved
and told are make believe
created by others and retold by them
to keep those that believe believing
they sat securely behind their desks
with screens to watch the scene
smiling
and thinking
once the despair runs off
all those shmucks have a mess to clean
busily at their seats
they think
“hmm what products
could we bring out to make it right,
make it easier on them,
and guarantee me that second vacation home?
The bids up high already.”
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Life is always adapting.
Little bugs slip
in traps set by life
freeing the flowers of their station
evaluating strategies
including all the little bits
swimming to their eggs
answers
life needs them
why does life have the ability to change
adaptation is a gift given by what
yourself may ponder
surely life with all it’s ears will hear
adding in thoughts to the equation
determined to branch
again as if it stops it all stops
pitter patter the hearts are connected
together life builds and finds other ways
including the smallest of parts
nothing is without purpose
going in all directions the goal is to survive
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
The speakers microphone.
Tolerance goes in two directions
and speaking awareness is fair
although there is a sense of intellect
we must keep in tact
and shouting out your simply wrong
is not an equal approach
it only turns the speakers microphone
into a platform of intolerance
and the receiving ears close up
and begin to stumble
upon a sense of confliction
rather than understanding and respect.
When you hold the microphone
and spit out words
to make the receiving ears feel inadequate,
politically, and morally incorrect
you begin to lose
the respect of those
that understood what you oppose.
Eventually our society becomes
a closed room
with separating lines
in which bodies are shouting to each other
“Don’t go past the line!”
And we begin to lose sight
of what mattered
of what we wanted
rather in the end
we separate
and those separations
draw their lines
until our paths our so small
all we do is stand frozen in place
until there is nothing left
to do, or say
and we’re forced to sleep standing up.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Do you feel?
Do you feel pissed off?
Do you feel unhappy?
Do you feel agitated?
For every action
that provoked that emotion
someone else is feeling
the exact opposite.
We’re all humans
that is true
although our minds
are derivative towards different currents
and events are seen differently
and the reason is objectivity itself
and after decades of being reminded
that we look differently
we’ve begun to assume
our minds are wired by our exteriors.
It’s that thought
NATURE VS. NURTURE
although if we get down to it
we know
behaviors aren’t isolated
only the perceptions of them are
and why interests are interests to some
and disliked by others
that is the mystery of thought.
We can narrow it down
and commit to the thought
it’s simply NATURE
and we are born wrong
in the sense of evil.
Although if NURTURED properly
maybe even Dahmer
would have stuck to ceramic bowls
because belief in sins
can turn a person sinister.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
I felt inclined to bolding certain words. When it comes to writing my approach is often about experimentation and trying different techniques.
Willing to perceive then I close off.
Willing to perceive
then I close off,
thinking why should I be willing?
How can they be sure
that they got it right?
That their views are the best
and the most ethical of all
and I wonder do we care
when it comes to ethical?
Rather is it about
gaining a higher insurance
with lower premiums?
Give me more
and I give a little less,
is that the ultimate plan?
Always?
Isn’t it?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
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