Tamara Catherine Poetry & Short Stories

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[tamara-catherines-words]

I’m writing a book

I don’t know why

Will people honestly want to read my mind?

It’s going to be about my life

My metaphorical thoughts

The days that I cried

But can’t explain why

And how I laughed so hard

Looking up to the sky

It’ll be my masterpiece

My blood sweat and tears

Because god knows I can’t seem to be honest with my peers

So I’ll just put it into a book and hope for the best

Because If I were to say it aloud I’d probably be under arrest

Today we are all open books

But what you don’t see is they are half open books

Because no one can be honest with everyone else

When they are not honest with themselves

-tamara-catherine

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Honeymoon Phase:

Honeymoon phase

So sweet at the start

Like a drug you keep on wanting more

Hooked on attraction

First glances

First dances

Dressing to impress

First whiff of his scent

Soon new becomes familiar

Maybe your eyes see a little clearer

Sweetness turns sour

Accusations or power

Self doubt is consuming you now

Who am I

This is no longer me

My old self wouldn’t recognise me

I’m a version of myself that I no longer want to be

This is who he created in me

I’ve got to get out

I need to be set free

This is no longer who I want to be

-tamara-catherine

[tamara-catherines-words]

Your cuts

They cut so deep

And left a mark

Deep in me

Then you fled the scene

Tell me how

Am I to breathe

How am I to breath

And I forgave you

Because that’s who I am

No one knows

How sad I am

But one things for sure

I’ve come to learn

That you aren’t a man

-tamara-catherine

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You crumbled I had no glue

All alone in your fear

Thoughts running wild

I wish I could undo

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We were gone with the wind

Nothing but a thin string left

Gone buried dead

Nothing of us left

-tamara-catherine

[helpmeimblorboing]

The eight stages of writing :

- this is awesome

- this is slightly less awesome

- this is shit

- I’m shit

-oh god oh fuck what the hell am I doing

-wait this might not be that bad actually

- How the fuck is this working

-This is awesome

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So accurate

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No matter what great love you share with a person

There will always be something about that great love before

-tamara-catherine

[scatteredthoughts2]

THE REAPER AND ME.

When The Reaper came a calling,

I knew that I must stall him,

I must keep The Reaper talking,

Or with him I must go walking.

I offered him a drink,

Just to give me time to think,

And though his drink was spiced,

He said it was quite nice.

He got drowsy and so sleepy,

But he still looked pale and creepy,

And his voice was slurred and slow,

When he said it's time to go.

I offered him another one,

And I could see that he was having fun,

His scythe forgotten on the ground,

And his singing made an eerie sound.

Then he began a yawning,

As I was praying for the dawning,

I must keep him here till the sun was up,

So I offered him another drop.

He slept right through till past midday,

Then said we must be on our way,

Then I pulled the curtains and let in the light,

And The Reaper got an awful fright.

You tricked me fair, he said to me,

You have tricked your way from eternity,

And when night falls down I will leave alone,

And leave you living in your home.

But do you mind if I call sometime,

To share your whisky and your fine wine,

Because it was the best time I've ever had,

And you must surely see that I'm not that bad.

Now every month when the moon is full,

The Reaper calls when his work gets dull,

From dusk till dawn we sit and drink,

Then he falls asleep as the sky turns pink.

But his company sure wears me down,

And when drunk he looks like an evil clown,

And my suffering wife gets real upset,

Because our house just reeks and stinks of death.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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I hope you’ve learned to smile again up there

I’m still not sure how I grieve for you down here

-tamara-catherine

[tamara-catherines-words]

I want to know all the little details

What your laugh sounds like

What your favourite song is

What your handwriting is like

That’s the problem

I will give every bit of strength in me

I will give you the side of myself my friends don’t even know of

Because I save those parts of myself for you

I will tell you all the little details

But you hide them away

Yet I don’t run

I stay

In hopes that you will one day

But then it’s you who runs away

Because I wasn’t the girl you wanted to tell those little details to

-Tamara-catherine

[tamara-catherines-words]

He had a dodgy past of dealerships

But then he lured me in so how could I resist?

I fell for what I thought was an angel

Because I was blind to every word he would tell me

But then week by week came up through the dirt

His messed-up past and his family history

Still I never cared because who am I to judge?

But little did I know back then that I should have run

Red and blue lights lit up the whole entire room

Because you didn’t hold your damn tongue

You knew too well what you were doing

The door came down, you led them to us

Suddenly pointing to us were men with loaded guns

Your first thought was to sell me out

While now relaising I was right to doubt

While tears streamed down the side of my face

You were shouting out a list of names

You played me so that I’d take the heat

Turns out you never even had a feeling for me

They threw you a gun now it’s pointed at me

How on earth could I not have seen

You took the bribe

Tossed me aside

How could I have thought

We’d be like Bonnie and Clyde

-Tamara-catherine

[tamara-catherines-words]

Solo road is travelled worn

From lonely steps and miles of them

To say you care you must mean it

Otherwise life is lovely even with you in it

-tamara-catherine

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What if I am the monster that I’ve been running from?

They say you are your own worst enemy

What if they’re right?

I have tried to live my life through rules

Isn’t that what we all do?

But it’s hard to resist the temptation of bending the rules

And breaking them

I have a temper in me that you will rarely see

I keep her chained up

But sometimes she breaks free

I can’t find a chain strong enough

To keep her from escaping

She’s far too strong

And always finds a way to break down her wall’s

I wreck things but then apologise

Just like walking on your granny’s flower’s

I look down at the wreckage

And with my tears I water the flower’s

To try and save them

Because we all have a monster in us

But I want to apologise for mine

-Tamara-Catherine

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In silence there’s a wordful noise

If you pay attention

-Tamara-catherine

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I believe in love because I believe in happiness.

Life is full of little pockets of happiness captured in small moments we store in our memory box

Not always at the front of our minds but always there to dig out and look back on.

Pockets of happiness means little moments of love filled joy.

-tamara-catherine

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A Fathers Day Poem I Wrote For My Dad:

You reach out a hand when I’m too proud to ask

Yours is the smile I think of when I feel alone in the dark

You guide me and love me in your own special way

It took me some time to notice all of this

But now all of a sudden it’s as clear as day

I guess you got it from that song we used to sing

“The answer my friend is written in the wind” lol

I will always love you

I will always need you

Because a little girl will always need her fathers famous hugs

I will always call you

I will always miss you

Because even in my 20s I will always count on your advice and wisdom

I realise I don’t tell you enough as I should

But I love you forever and more if I could

So Happy Father’s Day to the strongest dad in the world

I love you

Love one of your baby girls xx

-tamara-catherine

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You didn’t win, I just gave in

-tamaracatherine