Originally posted on Patrick Walts:
Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you leave the house because you know you’ll be judged for whatever…
Sun blossoms in her hair Remind him of summer gardens And rippling crystalline creeks Her lips need no false color Her skin no extra adornment In his eyes She is naturally gorgeous tara caribou | ©️2019
would you cherish my beating soul? would you cherish my artist’s hand? you’re everything to me would you watch me finger myself? would you watch me shake and dance? I’m filled with visions of us would you taste my so-soft lips? would you taste my heady love? you’re more than I could hope for would […]
“Tomorrow,” she thought to herself. “Tomorrow is a new day.” She turned and viewed her backside in the mirror again. Definitely her best side. Turning forward again, she lifted her breasts where a woman twenty-five years her junior would have them. Too big, too saggy. Her eyes lifted to her face, the creases of time […]
lines of love flow freely from her inked quill there upon the whitewashed walls surrounding his scarred heart tattooing there hope and visions for her lover to perceive ©️tara caribou – 2017
If you saw her walking down the street, you wouldn’t give her a second glance or maybe, possibly, you’d swerve to go around her, taking care to put as much distance between you both. You don’t know her. She’s nothing to look at except for the tattoos and the cleavage. Her hair is long and […]
Every day I read the words you write. I can see what’s underneath the tattered pages and blotted ink. There are such deep layers to you. You are a glacier. Deep cracks and crevices, some dangerous, some divine, all beautiful. They allow one to focus deep into the essence of you, if one dares risk […]
I arrived late for the conference, an oversight on my part in regards to timing the commute, traffic, and parking. Who am I kidding? I’m always late. But better late than never right? Forty-five minutes late, but still. I had awoken this morning with the feeling that something big was going to happen. My skin […]
Today he told me I was the most beautiful soul He has ever met And maybe he’s right Perhaps, even though I’m not worthy Of his time or energy Since I can be moody as hell And sometimes I stay in my head too long Plus I cry a lot…. at least I think I […]
this morning I reached across the empty sheets and felt for you but you weren’t there you never are and still I automatically reach for you long lonely nights followed by cold hollow days I’m positive spending a whole day with you resting in your arms would change my whole world and yours I know […]
