It’s been so long, my friend. I really don’t want you to feel like I’m a user. I’m not one of those friends that only calls whe...
A Breakup Metaphor
The cliff stands high and I hear the shifts before he does. I am ready. I always knew the rocks would avalanche, but I didn’t know how ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 8.4.15
You don't need therapy. Get notebook and suck it out with a pen. Make yourself feel like living or something.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 8.1.15
Your hands. They feel like waterfall mist on my back and at the start of my ears. You say my name and it sounds like sunrise and those diffi...
I Need a Minute
I need a minute. A minute to myself. And by that I mean I need a TARA minute. A minute where warm milk is served after work and right ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 7.14.15
On the wet grass, I lie there. The blades touch the back of my neck and dampen my clothes. The dirt is wide and alive and ready for the clou...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 7.13.15
Oh, to ardently admire, and to be admired in return. It is the night rain after evenings and evenings of dry thunder.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 7.4.15
Parts you thought you once needed: -baby teeth -hair trimmed off -skin replaced by scabs -nail clippings -leg hairs -your appendix -...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 7.2.15
You're sitting close and you stay close but not close enough and my hands declare war on my judgement.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.30.15
"The best part of the roof is over this way. Here, let's start with where you are." He picked up her hand and placed it over h...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.29.15
Cut the roses. Cut all of them and give them to me. My palm is the grass that grips everyone before and everyone after.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.28.15
A world where daffodils are left on front steps to cover the megalomania
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.23.15
There are hungers and there is matter. There is divulgence and there is maturation. And where to ever find a balance between the two. ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.22.15
My cup was dry. A desert. Baked and droughty like July. The paper walls were starting to shrivel in as much as they touched and looked like ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6. 21.15
It's incredible, really, that I have two people whom I love that much and who love me the same. But making them both happy is the grit o...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.19.15
A song written by my mind about my mind that is only my mind and nobody else's mind Verse 1: Pink clouds & pancakes Chorus: ...
Love In The Club
I'm glad you decided to come to my party. I know the streamers were a bit crooked, and most of the balloons we tied ended up popping. ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.18.15
This pizza And artichoke dip Feels really good Inside my tummy Late at night
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.17.15
It was going to hurt, but I had to ask. It was like when you loose your first tooth and you always expected it to be painful. Tasting no...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.15.15
We watched the electricity behind the clouds and held hands over the center car console. Maybe one day we'll watch the same but over b...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 6.14.15
There is a minute with you that holds only 60 succulent seconds but it feels like many, many more.
My Hands & His Hands
I'm trying to be more sensitive to myself, in recognizing that my skin is very busy being skin holding everything inside and my veins ha...
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.13.15
I always imagined the walls to be torn down recklessly and unforgivably, but really you just waltzed through the doorway.
Daily Poem on Consciousness. 6.12.15
It wasn't something that happened right away. It happened when the blisters, and the grime, and the callouses had been loved off. It hap...
NyQuil
Last night on the grass you told me about the universe. Last night on the grass you told me about the absence of matter and about what your...
I'm not the brown sugar
I wasn't planning on writing this for you. In fact, it was taking everything in me not to write this for you. It's ju...
BREAKING NEWS
I know you aren't God, or Mother Nature, but if you were the one who patterned the winds and called the rain I'm te...
This is because I know who I am
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Path Tara Rae John...
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