Category: Poetry

Euphoria in Black Harlequin

forever pulled underthe waves, tears as blanketssome say stiflingI find comforting almostor perhaps onlyfamiliar a quick glanceand Ishudder, shudderwhat could becould have beenin realityin hindsighthind-thoughtsetting aside the emotionwas in the enda pipe-dream see the curling smokerising, twisting(hair around a finger)slowing becoming nothingexhaleanother wisp of… Continue Reading “Euphoria in Black Harlequin”

White Spaces

it hurts like claws digging inthe betrayalthe wickednessvicious claws tearing, grippingnever letting go it wasn’t just the wordsit was what lay between the wordslies lies lies!and I never saw it comingnever thought it possible how you held my heart in the one handand her… Continue Reading “White Spaces”

Say What You Will

you see what you wantyou say I’m a star, blue and distantmaybe you’re not entirely wrongI may be distantbut the cold shoulder isn’t without reasonthe closer I draw inyour gravity, as such, is a magnetI’m drowningor at leastI would beif not for the cold… Continue Reading “Say What You Will”

Resist

clipping sound byteswe forget pauses andresist spaces of thought tara caribou | ©2022

For Better or For Worse

desperate dreams spread their gossamer threads across my mind, penetrating and perpetuating visions of grandeur. disgusted, or perhaps disappointed, I cast them far, flung open handed and wide. can’t win for losing, a voice whispers, but I snap my fingers and laugh sarcastically. or… Continue Reading “For Better or For Worse”

Two Become

Fold myself into youLift me to your lipsPress me to your tongueSwallow me whole Two become one I gasp and I shiverSkin tinglingYour words brush my earSlip inside Absorb every atomMore than you or IImpart fragmentsRushed whispers We coalesceEnds and beginningsHeart tremblingSomehow togetherWe tara… Continue Reading “Two Become”

Transactional Interactions

Are interactions on social media real? Or just a transaction?

Words as Rivers, Flow

Early in the morning, I miss you. Those long conversations, me staying up far too late and you, laughing at my tired voice, refusing to fall asleep. How topics, flowing, turning and twisting, like a river down mountains through valleys, sometimes ebbing, slowing, deep… Continue Reading “Words as Rivers, Flow”

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