Our focus should be the planet.

Burrowing myself under
like a fragile mouse
hiding away from the noise
of this civilization
the callous words of both the victors and the bereft
the weak stuck beneath the floorboards
the quiver of their lips
the further we all slip
a divide
do I go back and hide
both sides are fueled of hate
every great race is about power
on the end of the line there is a caller
telling me it’s about equality
and I say we are all flawed
why can’t we just love rather than hate
why must everything be a debate
why can’t we dislike without violence
our focus should be the planet
not the color of every man on it
why must we judge by appearance
who dictates our obedience?
Why can’t we just accept skin tones
as merely the flesh that covers our bones
it’s not a badge of honor nor disgrace
regardless of our shade were all a part of the human race
a species too self indulged
within a deep seeded need to judge
and neglect a truth they can’t accept
simply put no one can thrive without a planet.

-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina

A mole beneath the mound.

Barely a face
a mole beneath the mound
burrowed out to look around
shit, I creep back in
fearing you and for my kin
the world is not kind
that is a lie
for the world has no feelings
it’s the actions of the inhabitants
speaking in chants
of cruelty and starkness
this cringe I suppress
because in civilization
each of us is merely just a fraction
of a system created to fill the pockets of who?

-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina

With my heart in my palms.

It was through the confusion
and the desperation
to find satisfaction
that I found art.

Because if I was always happy
I never would have dreamt so vividly
and felt an impulse
to explain myself
for that I open my mind
and allow myself to pine
for a distant thought
even if I was caught
with my heart in my palms
I’d have a sense of calm.

Because depression
is the artists greatest tool
without it we lack depth
the words never curl correctly
the paint never smears
in a fashion that contains soul.

For that I embrace the happiness
yet I don’t banish the sorrow
for it’s the mixture of opposing force
that allows us to evaluate our course.

-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina.


Nothing is left untainted by human touch.

The clouds painted overhead
are the works of the lates
every great debate
lost within the strokes
of every hoax.

The wind in the air
is filled of words
of every author whom ever cared.

The sea is filled of saline
secreted by the lacrimal glands
of every soldier fighting for their land.

The grass is fertilized
by the wars amongst strangers
and the wars amongst friends.

The dirt remains it’s dark and heinous color
from all the odor
piling and mixing together.

And nothing is left untainted
by human touch.

-Recently I’ve been looking through old notebooks and came across this poem.
Thanks for reading Temperamentally Tina.

Who is the center of all this?

Are you real
is it you standing there in front of me
were they right and was I wrong?

Damn I guess that’s what arrogance is
you could collect my soul right from my body
and I’d smile and ask
you to explain the separation of reality from a dream
because how do I know I’m really awake?

Maybe reality is when I close my eyes
and when I’m awake it’s a fictional creation
an allusion of sorts
created by you
by me?

Who is the center of all this
is it you
is it me?
Would I believe you if you told me the truth
honest answer
NO.

Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina.

The Ever Climbing Cost of Living

I’ve been searching
rehearsing
words images and feelings
sinking within the clutches of society debates
feeling all this was a mistake
always glorifying the greats
society is on the verge of the now or over
I’d like to take a moment and thank you all
for leading us to our demise, lets stall.

Please stop quoting the past
for this moment will be our last
if we don’t think for ourselves
we will shrivel up within our ancestors self indulged attire
shall the human race retire?
For our creative abilities have been hindered
by the ever climbing cost of living.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Trying to stay sincere

Boarded windows
the nails have got to go
rusted and old.

Once a warm heart
the air out there
turned it stone cold.

Trying to stay sincere
has only brought a sense of fear
from what I hear
the hoards are multiplying
do I allow my sense of self to die?

Re-share
force myself to care
to buy a larger tomb
filled of extra rooms
to store societies corrupt policies
or do I start over with fresh nails
isn’t it better to fail?

Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina

Bird Dice Design

I’ve been kind of in a funk of sorts. Not knowing what will happen next. Fearing tomorrow and never knowing the outcome has always tormented me. Especially now within the past several months raising children within a pandemic. The constant fear, and that part of me that never really understood the basic routine of our lives to begin with. No matter what ones current life looks like be that raising young children, having children that are adults themselves, or having no kids at all it’s tough right now. The cost of living is high, and dragging ourselves through day to day activities in a state of chaos can be overwhelming for anyone.

I’ve been pushing myself through the insanity of it all by riding out waves of creativity. Whatever that looks like day by day. My writing is a bit close to my heart and I never feel the confidence in pushing my all into a legit book in which would take countless hours of my time in which I’d never be paid for. Isn’t that the complexity of todays world. Maybe if the cost of living wasn’t so high creativity could flourish and all the over done and played out stories could be burned, in order to make room for something new and extraordinary. Instead of more of the same because being a starving artist isn’t practical as an adult with small children to feed.

Anyways I’ve been drawing up simple designs made of shapes. Just to sort of relax my brain, as a way to ease some of the stress. Which is why I began to love art in the first place, a place to calm myself.

I drew up a design I labeled “Bird Dice” because when finished I saw a bird in the middle of the design and my husband fixated upon the squares that resembled dice to him. The design I uploaded on the TerriblyTina shop on Redbubble in three different colors.

The Bird Dice design is available to purchase on items above and more at the TerriblyTina shop on Redbubble.
Bird Dice Multi colored
Bird Dice Green
Bird Dice Grey

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.