I hold memories of you like a wave-worn rock nestled in my pocket reaching in, my fingers float along your soft edges /the gentle curves of who you were /who I remember you to be /who we once were I feel your weight a whispering touch, I cradle that ache again /the fervent ache to […]
I’m digging deep. Trying, hoping to become what I think you want me to be. I’m holding tight. Gasping, desperate to breathe. Daring myself to become more. I’m reaching, stretching begging for your hand. More than just an idea or an artist or a passing fancy. I’m digging deep. Spreading myself thin. Reckless almost. Frantic […]
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it. I’ll never forgive myself. I don’t expect anyone else to either. […]
Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning. Beware. Yet, if you simply step past them, you’d find they […]
Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance replaced by an energetic lily instead her perfume is heady delicate […]
i need words so old they are new the ones i have are abused and confused and quite often misused i need a word in the language of rain sunlight green in the grey pouring though to the ground and that sound pounding, pummeling wet the pavement in spring a secret told by the wind […]
words. that pleasurable idea.
help [me] overcome \\myself// reach }}inside{{ pull me _out_ let me ~run~ my fingers down. your. throat. I want to ________f _________a __________ll into the **magic** of your •eyes• while I +ride+ you into |o|b|l|i|v|i|o|n| tara caribou | ©2017-2021
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of thought in the recesses, shadowed shrouded in doubt yet true nonetheless […]
