Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Pollution
My lips burn to say the words
I love you
It almost doesn’t seem fair
Dragging you down to me
See you’re wonderful
Incredible
Amazing
Not perfect but you’re simply you
And I contaminate you with my filth
My sins and my darkness
I’m selfish
I want you
But if you’re pure light
I’m tar
Enslaving covering
Sucking you down into my depths
Marring you
If you step in to my heart
You’ll never be cleansed of me again
I’ll infect you with my decay
Pollute you with my impurity
Defile you with my foulness
And yet even so my lips continue to seethe
Tingling and tormented
With the longing to tell you
Just how much I love you
tara caribou | ©2018-2021
51 Comments on “Pollution”
Raw Earth Ink 
Your poem exudes beauty and depth, and it is absolutely breathtaking! I really loved it.
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Thanks for the nice comment. I’m so glad you liked it.
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Beautifully penned Tara 🙂
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Yup I can relate to every word of this Tara.
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Lame. I’m sorry for that. Thanks for reading though.
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this Is wistful and longing and filled with confession. Love it.
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Thanks. I’m glad you liked it.
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I get it. This is great work.
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Thanks. But it sucks that you can relate.
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That ‘Pollution’ could be discerned as purifying by that other person.
Beautiful.
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hhmmm… I guess it could be. I’m not sure how tar could purify. I think it gums things up and ruins everything.
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This feeling… I sadly know all too well. Sometimes I feel like I have too much baggage for anyone to handle and so I don’t allow anyone to really get too close to me. I think it’s my way of shielding myself from disappointment… fear of getting attached, only to lose it.
I may be reading this wrong, but your words made me think of this feeling. Another beautifully written piece, Tara. 😊
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You nailed it. Thanks for the nice compliment. I appreciate it.
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This one is rather heavy! I hope you don’t feel that badly about yourself!!?
Dwight
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Tainted
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Yes
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WoW! Wonderfully penned
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Thank you so very much!
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High tier poetry right here. ✨
I love how you conceptualized the entire experience. I felt like an observer the entire time.
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Wow. Thanks for the high compliment, OD. That means an awful lot coming from you. Thank you for reading.
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Nice.
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Thanks Michael. I have a feeling you *get* this one.
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Indeed.
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💚
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Awesome poetry.
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Thank you, friend.
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Blessings.
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Short and powerful, I like it. 🙂🙂
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Thanks so much Amittras.
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A poem of extremes, searingly well written… the human condition, we all lie and hide, we’re all close to being down there, and when it comes to love, as with lust, most not far to be dragged at all.
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That’s it, Eric. That’s totally it. Thank you.
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So intense – to feel entirely unworthy of a love, and still …
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…and still… yes. Exactly.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – Unworthy and in love
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You don’t think the opposite could happen? That I could infect you with my purity and goodness?
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I actually do! In fact, it’s my desire to be “infected” with purity and goodness!! That’s part of the aim in sharing this piece, Goldie. To perhaps stimulate minds into viewing it from a new perspective.
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I find that ‘dark’ people claim to want to be infected by ‘light,’ but at the same time say that their darkness will suck in the light. I wonder if they are just being truthful and realistic or just so full of themselves.
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Here’s how I look at it: darkness is an absence of light. So any light, no matter how small or “insignificant” is still light in the darkness and therefore the dark no longer truly exists.
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Huh… *speechless*
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I’ve decided that instead of me being a be recipient of a poem like this ever again I want to be on this side. I want to be with a man I find so pure so above me that I don’t feel worthy. Because I’ve never felt that and I’m sure it’s out there. Lol
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Maybe we’ve been looking at it all wrong this whole time. 💕
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Very well written and evocative as per usual Tara. I bet if you self published a poetry book it would be well accepted. You are really consistently good
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Thanks, I have two published books. I’m very proud of them, though, of course, they have mixed reviews. I’m okay with that because I was true to myself when I created them. Thanks for stopping by! 💕
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Hey, send me a link if love to support you and I’d be honored to have a book. Any chance at all to get a copy of each signed?
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Sure, I can ship signed copies within the US. You can either visit my Etsy page or the website for a signed copy or if you don’t want a signed copy, I distribute through lulu.
taracaribou.com/purchase
or
taracaribou.com/published-works
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Perfect. Thanks!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you 😌
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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Great but hate to say I love this because this kinda sucks. Nice write!
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I completely understand Jay.
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