Howdy! You’re going to notice that a lot of my poetry will suddenly disappear from my site, do not worry! I am preparing for my book (coming soon!) and will be removing the poems that are going in the book from my site. I will also be stripping my TeenInk as well. Thank you for understanding! I hope you are as excited about my book as I am! Much Love, Tarebear Advertisements Continue reading Site Under Construction!
I’ve lurked on your page five times this week. Your eyes are gorgeous your hair is something spectacular your lips are extraordinary you are a creature so delicate in your crafting it would be an understatement to say God spent his time on you your body is divine a physique that I wish were mine I’m lurking on your page again call it a girl crush call it checking out the competition I have to remind myself that I lost the fight to a fair opponent I could have never competed against your quasi-perfection I’m lurking on your page again … Continue reading Girl Crush
where do the eraser shavings go? I mean after you erase your mistakes and wipe the pink and grey little shaving off your desk you never stand up and look at the ground and think “Hey look, it’s the t that I accidentally dotted like an I” “It’s the apostrophe that didn’t belong” “It’s the love letter I couldn’t send” No. You walk away and forget your mistakes forgotten on the floor and they drift away Holden asks where the ducks go during the winter But where do the eraser shavings go? Are our mistakes floating out there procreating with … Continue reading Where do the Eraser Shavings Go?
I’m working on something but I need a little help. Pick the title that sounds most appealing to you and if none of them sound appealing feel free to tell me or suggest one! Thank you! Tarebear Continue reading Something New…
when you broke my heart I thought you walked away with the air I breathe and left my lungs stiff and motionless. I thought you drained my blood and left my shattered heart unable to contract and release ever again. I was wrong, I will breathe on I will will my heart to beat on. I will live on. I will not let you kill me. Me Me I am in charge of me I can save me. When you broke my heart I thought you took my life with you when you left. But no. I can fight on Continue reading Will
and I’d want nothing more than to come running to you come crying to you but since I’ve done some goodbye-ing with you I can’t come crawling to you even though I can’t stop thinking of you my heart won’t stop aching for you my heart is still beating for you but I can’t go to you because I’m not your problem anymore. No. you closed that door. so I’ll start crying for you… start dying for you… goodbye-ing for you Continue reading for Him
My heart breaks for my grandmother she is old she is ill Her memory is fading Along with what seems to be the scraps left of her sanity. Walking is difficult eating is difficult living is difficult. Though she spires me with bitter words full of rancor I must forgive her for she knows not what she says. My heart breaks for my grandmother because I am short with her. My temper is hot. But she knows not what she says. She knows not what she says. How awful it must be to watch the line between reality and fantasy … Continue reading I Gave My Grandma a Break Today
I never liked summer Because summer means Free time Alone time free time means Sitting Waiting For the reply that will Never come because you actually have a life whereas mine revolves around waiting for you Sitting Waiting For you to care like I do But you never will. Summers make me The ultimate dumpee Because I will always be Here when you return Sitting Waiting Continue reading I Don’t Like Summer
Hi Howdy Hello Y’all! So I recently did something new, I recited a spoken word at my school’s Coffee House. It’d mean the world to me if y’all could watch my video and maybe comment your thoughts! I’d love to hear what everyone thinks! Fading Generation Thank you! Here’s the link: https://youtu.be/hA1gpTN5Gxk Continue reading Fading Generation
I never thought of myself as ‘fat’. Then in fourth grade the teacher sent home letters. And at the bottom of this letter there were the words ‘your child’s weight’ with three numbers in bold and below that was ‘average weight of a child this age’ with two numbers next to it. 116. Those three numbers haunted me for the rest of the year. And as I grew older, the numbers grew larger. And my self esteem dropped lower. The last three numbers I remember seeing were 182. That was two years ago. I know that that number is much … Continue reading Fat.