The more waste we gain.

The more we obtain
the more waste we gain.
The fatter our footstep
the more time it takes to prep.
A coffin in this Earth
we are naked at birth.
Yet we are buried within our best
a beautifully laced vest.
Our cheeks blushed, lips lushed
as the family perceives to be crushed.
Gathered around the dead
buried within their head.
Fluttered about in groups
retreating away from the troops.
Sad speeches and poison cocktails
to heal what ails.
As we continue to indulge
fine cuisine until we burst and bulge.
Name brand attire
does it hold up better in fire?
Plastic coated on our nails
unnatural beauty prevails.
Eat and weep
tired yet never cheap.
For why would I invest my time
running a mile to keep me in my prime?
Instead I will suck out the fat
why wouldn’t I rather go through all that?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

As the trees look down.

The middle evaluates a crime
as another’s head pops in anger towards the arrogant swine
that walks in their narrowminded direction
never accepting a proposition.

As the trees look down
dressed in a frown
wrapped in a notion
that with every human commotion
comes their very own destruction
they cannot hold their own to a chainsaws function
cutting sawing
and then the tree comes falling. 

Because even the purest human
wouldn’t sacrifice their own limb
and trickle back decades of materialism
driven by imperialism
and admit humans don’t own this land
and never have the trees and other animals been given a choice in what we’ve planned.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Trapped in a blood soaked forest.

Fickle thoughts
burst amongst speckled dots
encased within tissue
escape is not without issue. 

For when the thoughts burst free
the outsiders despise what they see
for the boss sends impulses
that are no longer deprived of indulgences.

Flailing limbs, loose tongues
speaking ones truth often isn’t fun
our memories twisted and rung
unable to be left out to dry
instead were trapped within an awful cry.

The feeling is as if were trapped in a blood soaked forest
in which we pray were merely just a tourist
and soon we will depart
back to our homes within our heart.

When creating the image I started off with a dark red color and then continued from there. As I stared at the image I began to see tree branches and their tops I interpreted as a brain. The poem above is my reaction to the image.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Each footprint leaves me drained.

My eyes are strained
each footprint leaves me drained
as the inhabitants carry out their stay
I whirl my breath yet still they never sway.

Above me lays a universe
the inhabitants have tried to explore
I myself have craved for the possibility of more
trapped in orbit
unable to claim my right to forfeit.

As they drill a hole
deep within my soul
cutting, scraping
selling, trading
changing my surface
for nothing besides their own purpose
destroying their shelter
if only I had a cure.


Tonight I needed to destress and relax my brain. I drew without an image in mind. I chose to go with shades of purple. To me the image resembled landscape and a giant monster. Therefore I added eyes to the image when finished and turned it into a sort of monster planet. Then I wrote the poem above in reaction to the image.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Whose turn is it you ask?

Living within the daunting task
of sorting through whispers
whose turn is it you ask
it is hers.

Then it is his
he takes the lure
she repeats the answer on the quiz
automatic failure.

Together they check the boxes
share in the secrets
chase away all the foxes
and strengthen each others weakness.

I feel practice is important to maintaining and enhancing any skill. Therefore I’ve been attempting to hold myself accountable and writing/drawing something daily or at least every other day. Sometimes I draw an image to reflect a poem. This time I wrote a poem in reaction to the image itself. Whatever words popped into mind as I stared at the image I wrote down.
Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Like most I choke on the courage.

Waiting for the doors
money is the only lure
freezing cold, winter snow
internally my brain tells me to go
my feet slick on the ice only goes slow
rooted by cash
that wont outlast
the mortgage
like most I choke on the courage
and commit to occupations that are underpaying
and unfulfilling as my mind is fraying.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Eyes droop, as each day is a continuous loop.

Exhaustion
a right of interpretation
eyes droop
as each day is a continuous loop.

Hours tallied in the morning
better get to earning
do you hear your own scream
your nothing but mean
standing in line
listening to another talk about time.

Sit for a moment, although your never responsibility free
as your fingers pound the keys
eyes droop
leaving your dreams to play on a continuous loop.

A torso drifted from its heart.

Caught in the chains
split apart
a torso drifted from its heart.

Each part tangled
within another
twisted and devoured
by love.

Love pulls and twists and rips
shreds our vocal chords
love in every form.

Romantic
it takes sacrifice
from one side to the other.

Paternal
takes sacrifice of the parent
willing to shed their own heart
to revive their child.

Love is an array of emotions
romantically its earned
in which in time it’s a feeling learned
and must always be nurtured
or it’ll be forgotten.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina.