Living on a topsy-turvy street.

A body upon the floor
breath is the allure
filling the lungs
as the feelings are hung
left outside on the line
no longer may you whine
as others clean your linen
society guides your children
as most file paperwork
as the others go where the danger will lurk
as we claim happiness
lost in the piles of ordinariness
rather I will stand upon my feet
living on a topsy-turvy street
guiding my children
as their main mother hen.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

We’re wallowing within intellect.

Quick quick
would you like to pick
maybe you can make a guess with all that wit
one two three which piles of sticks were lit
your skin will burn
as all the hate is torn
between this life and the next
let me be more direct
we’re all wallowing within intellect
our brains churning information
each piece of knowledge suffers deflation
as if life is simple shadows on a wall
a dial tone on a redundant call
and we’re left open
stretched out for the beholden
telling us that if we sin today
our souls will be forever fray
although if we let it in our hearts
you’ll be forgiven for every limb stored within our shopping carts.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Are you a part of all the lies?

There is a mind
somewhere around here
Do you hear that whine?
all our feet glued to the ground
who’s mind
is it yours
are you a part of all the lies
living life
in hopes of what comes next
shh…he? she? might hear us
I feel their hands upon my legs
I try to lift my feet
I’m heavy
weighted by their smug
isn’t it ironic
our faith is what corrupts us
forces our values
as their heart impale yours
riddled in your last breath
did you make a mistake
did she make a mistake
did he make a mistake
or did we all?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

More is pushed.

More is pushed by society
more money, more space
the size of our place
a story is told
weaved together as if it’s bold
as if every citizen lives in an above average home
even if their bills are piling up they always have the best phone
and you may wonder
who is the narrator
we try to capture human truth
and yet we’ve never got to the root
to the grime of an average life.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Flashes of heart.

Thumps in the distance
eyes illuminated
flashes of heart
each one more distraught
a creature born
riddled between two places torn.

When I work on writing a book I often get wrapped up on the ending, and each character and then I’ll go off on other stories before I finish one. I have a difficulty staying focused on one thing at a time. Also I find myself unable to let the thoughts just flow, always controlling the ending before I’m halfway through a story.

I’ve been attempting to use images to inspire thoughts. I can’t always explain the meaning behind the poem or what feelings it provokes inside myself. I often will finish an image and then allow it to inspire random words to help me make sense of the image itself. I do that as a way to help myself allow thoughts to freely weave a story.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.

Driven by curiosity.

Driven by curiosity
feeling dreary within their insanity
exhaustion creeps in
twisted and hidden within
a hunched back weighted by knowledge
shredding their sense of courage
together they collect
and conceal intellect
the knowledge angers
stirring up ill feelings against strangers
together they endure
exhausted and wallowing in the hope for no more. 

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Their bellies are full.

The creatures they feed
upon the Earth beneath their feet
an organism never to be set free
the creatures grow larger as the ground struggles to breathe.

Are they blissful
their bellies are full
well nourished
roundly plumped their society has flourished
for the accumulation of wealth
at the expense of public health.

After putting in a few hours tonight on a children’s story I’ve been working on I needed a break from kid cartoonish creatures. Therefore I took a mental break to draw whatever and ended up with an image that took me awhile to try and make any sense out of it. I decided to write a poem to challenge myself. The above poem is what I ended up with.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina