spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
your nails, like claws
dragging
scratching
ripping
through. my. brain.
tearing out
every hidden part of me
you see
all the deepest bits of me
digging in,
your fingers
leave behind furrows
and trails
bloody bits
and me, I stare
wide-eyed
drool dripping down
a foam-flecked chin
I was impenetrable
I was strong
I was an artist
before you, I am transparent
minced and shredded
I am nothing.
I am helpless.
I am a burden.
I am poetry.
I am …. you.
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Powerful prose, Tara. I can relate to this.
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Thanks so much Guy.
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Wow
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Hopefully… well, I’d say in a good way.. but considering the mood I was in when I wrote it…
Regardless, I sure appreciate you reading it and sharing it. 😌
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Transparency
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The beast that lurks within – scary but the source of so much of what we are. Fine writing Tara.
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Thank you Chris. Indeed it is.
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Stunning!
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I appreciate that Navin.
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❤️
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Boom!
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Sometimes it’s best to shed some light.
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Ah, I’ll have to read this again – and again!
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I sure appreciate that.
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Intense! I love it!
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Thank you Cassa.
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“I am poetry. I am …. you.” Talk about a twisty twist lol You sure got me good; love it. ❤
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I think what I meant to say and what I said may have been two different things… but in the mood I was in.. I just said fuck it and quit writing.
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Lol that fuck it moment has some hidden gems ✨
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Thanks OD. I really appreciate you.
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this poem drags you all the way, like running downhill when you just get faster and faster until tumbling at the bottom with a feeling of pure exhilaration xx
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Well gee thanks Emma, this might be my favorite comment today 😌
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❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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As always, your words can really create a mood!
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Thanks Benjamin. Always nice to see you stop by 😌
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You’re welcome 🙂
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