cold fish |
"from one man to another, she's a lot of work," he shrugged in that half insecure half ego ridden way he had since childhood. "I'm not saying she's not worth any of it mind you, I'm just saying."
As t...
Posted by tarah marie on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:58:00 PST |
save it |
having nothing to pour this bit of class i managed to scoop off the floor last night into, well, i should say "having nothing to pour this bit of class i scraped from bottoms of shoes last night," bec...
Posted by tarah marie on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:00:00 PST |
my pants don’t fit |
these pants i just bought today are too short. they are supposed to go to the floor, covering my ankles and allowing my blue flats to sligthly peekaboo though. not this. and now i've spira...
Posted by tarah marie on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 09:12:00 PST |
words about earth and sun |
since when is everything alright?
since when is it perspective fell upon and down and over
like a blanket set for picnic time
and tea spilt perfectly
into cups
my heart opened and then i saw ho...
Posted by tarah marie on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:06:00 PST |
the weather or not report |
watch out. emotions run high, accused of being low; temperatures quite unpredictable. prediectable rain patterns, may be mixed in with terrible storms of sun and flowers.
showers and showers of ...
Posted by tarah marie on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:23:00 PST |
tonights musings, about as dense as a feather |
lesson learned:
sometimes things will make you sad forever, so there's just no dwelling that will come to anything at all, after all.
point taken:
someone said to me once, when I asked them how they ...
Posted by tarah marie on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:55:00 PST |
july: perception awry |
Languid. a word that comes to mind, supposing to be only part of a mid day word salad composed by my new napping habit and my reaching reaching brain to find something interesting to say. ...
Posted by tarah marie on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 03:40:00 PST |
nutshell |
oh this week. i could allow poetry to just non explain it all and let everyone gather up for themselves what they will, if they choose to do so of course.
and by everyone, i mean me. this ...
Posted by tarah marie on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 12:38:00 PST |
If I turn the big light out |
If I turn the big light out
The bug might crawl out from
Under the couch
He'd swarm around the room, all by himself
Big little bug that he is
Big little water bug that he is
I'...
Posted by tarah marie on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 12:21:00 PST |
switching over to possible |
its amazing what turns me on. what fuels the fire what gets me going, gets me up in the morning, and what knocks me down, penetrates, kicks, strangles, pushes over and envelops.
i've been living...
Posted by tarah marie on Fri, 04 May 2007 12:17:00 PST |
