spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tears flow
Down my cheeks
I don’t even try to stop them
Missed connections
Wrong time
Wrong place
Across the miles
My heart gazes
Longingly, foolishly, hopefully
Damn you, heart!
Come back to reality!
No matter how hard you wish
Nor how strong your longing:
What is, is
Pick up, move along
Turn aside
Don’t look back!
Hey! I said don’t look back!
You can’t go where you aren’t wanted
Heartache!
Misery!
Are you even listening to me?
…Come back…please…
Don’t leave me here, Heart,
Alone with just my thoughts
…I need you
©️tara caribou – 2017
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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Powerful stuff
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Thank you. I wrote it not long ago in a moment (hour?) of weakness… but wanted to publish it before I deleted it forever.
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I can relate to that. I wrote a poem called ‘zombies’ shortly after an 18 year relationship ended. I wanted to delete it, but it has become one of my most liked poems.
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Achingly beautiful
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Thank you Lauren. Hey, if you see my heart, could you send her back my way??
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Ha, I have to find mine first. But yeah, I’ll help you out 😊
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Awesome. I can tell you it’s not in Alaska with me…
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Mine, that is….
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no one does it like you Ms Caribou. while i finger paint cave walls you paint the sistine chapel ceiling
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Riiight. Did you even read this one?? I *almost* deleted it and sent it to the netherworld where it belongs. But for some unknown reason clicked publish instead. And PS: I like finger painting in nature.
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I most certainly did. It’s great. Remember the rule.
I don’t paint well. Tried. Considered cutting off an ear and going insane in the country. Not enough talent though.
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Okay. Shit, yeah, you’re right! oops!
What I meant to say was: why thank you kind sir for your generous compliment.
I am mediocre at painting. I still do it.
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All the good adjectives have already been taken. This is excellent.
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Thank you Sheri! You’re very kind for saying so.
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If I could step across the miles
to mend a heart that’s broken.
Piece by broken jagged piece,
by love and deed unspoken.
To you from me ❤
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Oh! I love it!
🤔 I need to either figure out how to fly, teleport, or open up portals. Funny how I can look inside them but never cross over.
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Thank you so much. I know, that would be so cool and useful not to mention a huge money saver. That’s one gift I wish the Lord would give me.
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Yes!!
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Very intense and powerful!
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Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
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You’re welcome, Tara 🙂
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Looove it 🧡
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Thanks!!
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