Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Truth
A Daily Prayer
May the Light of Love blind us to the faults and imperfections we each have, now and forevermore. tara caribou | ©2017-2021
I Never Could
“You are more than the sum of your pasts… you are your future as well” His words whispered in my ear One warm summer evening And the tears that shone in his eyes Told me all I needed to know: I had already lost… Continue Reading “I Never Could”
Under the Sheets, In My Head
I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me. “You… Continue Reading “Under the Sheets, In My Head”
Dreams Eternal
Dreams, only dreams,Carry me awayBecome my realitiesIf I sleep, and you don’tOr you sleep, while I wakeIs one better than the other? I dream vivid dreamsWaking dreamsDreams eternal I dream for both of usLiving dreamsDreams for sharing I dream of you and meLovely dreamsDreams… Continue Reading “Dreams Eternal”
Piece of Sh*t
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in… Continue Reading “Piece of Sh*t”
Lonely REBLOG
Lonely is an open wound It never bleeds, never gets infected And on its own never heals It’s an invisible hole in your chest Exposing your heart to the worlds arctic air Cold burns your heart so you wear protection Headphones at the store… Continue Reading “Lonely REBLOG”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
The Release of Shame
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
