Temperamentally Tina

Your head colliding with the clouds
utmost uncertainty
in the weathered density
three clouds hover
as the tree seeks cover
fearful for the smog
that shamelessly causes a clog
in the trees ability to feel a sense of safety
for it’s own mobility
for standing still
wont stop a chemical spill.

Recently I have been trying to write a poem daily. Tonight I chose to write a reaction to an image I made when I was playing around with different shades of colors.
Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

To be the parasite
retreating within it’s home for the night
with an appetite for blood
and flesh covered in crud
never to fully sleep
because it’s home is more than just a tasty treat.

The host is rarely accepting
murdering the parasite is rather tempting
an unexpected host
is a parasite at most
feeding off the Earth
upon their birth.

Recently I’ve been trying to write a poem every night to keep my mind thinking. Then I’d draw some sort of reaction to the poem in order to enhance my drawing skill. Tonight I chose the opposite approach to draw without an intent towards the outcome of the drawing and then write a poem as the reaction.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.

Simple thoughts

I don’t know who you are
or what we are
or where we are.

I feel simple
and complex
a complexity of words.
a complexity of thoughts

If you use big words does that make you big
better more intellect
hmm… aren’t all words just a cluster of sounds
formed by another
and then justified as language?
simply put it’s all bullshit.

and I’m living in it
listening to the religious nags
and the political sags
balls outstretched
forget it.

my mind isn’t to be penetrated
by your below concentrated
centralized intelligence?
uhh… if I know what that means
as if it’s all been seen
all been spoken
every word ever taken
has been re-spoken
reformed
and vomited from one mouth to another.

A hermit at heart
dodging each dart
lurking in their solitude
because they themselves don’t want to be rude.

An abundant amount of conversations
leaves the hermit disoriented and in search of their station
because their home is their shelter
yet food, water, and even shelter itself isn’t above her
that means partaking within the customs
that mostly corrupts them
their mind boggled by the words hitting their ears
the people is what she fears.

Yet the hermit
must smile or forfeit
which isn’t going to happen
so she paints her eye lids
counts her bids
and invests herself
within the uncertainty of art.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

As we sleep
all the feelings weep
as if the creatures know
the exact moments in which we grow
prying the good
the happiest of thoughts blurred
eating what makes us smile
stirring up our fears spitting them out in a pile
twisting them to the surface
our happiness served it’s purpose
satisfying the creatures quench
when we wake burdened by the stench
of our fears those monsters they leave us in the literal sense
only after they tainted our lightest of thoughts
and turned them into sorrow filled sprouts
that may never grow as pure as their counterparts.

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-Temperamentally Tina

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

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

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.