taru-marcellus
34/M
In a world where composition / knows the heart better than blood / what becomes of the words unwritten / / Book: Die Or Live Trying @ https://www.amazon.com/Die-Live-Trying-Taru-Thompson/dp/1736270303 / / ©All poems are the original work and property of Taru
your eye is the sun
but also
the world is a raging hurricane
this fall feels worth it
is it?
1d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
can we explore alleyways
tag walls in rebellion
bomb free space beautiful
if you choreograph the dance
I will follow
or watch
or wander
in time
it’s a wonder how depression
still reaches open hearts
a blooming battlefield
maybe loneliness is a choice
as in
solitude is not obligation
skin is only a whisper away
sometimes arms length feels canyon
gaping desire of yellow
/we do not know/
/each other/
/close/
/enough/
/to kiss/
but the small of your back is
a cradle of comfort
I have already buried secrets there
for no tongue to taste
if your eyes will have me
I am ready to cloudgaze again
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
I have sinned
forgive me not
for I will continue in my mind
to make idols of cats
drop the metaphor
***** makes me stircrazy
I fight the motion an internal violence
but judgement is still loud
my acts are not my wrongdoing
my thoughts are
a pleasurable hell
maybe this burning is worth it or will be
abandon the walls
flood the DM's of all close friends
and see what floats
I have sinned
and will continue to
stroke my ego
for self-gratification
this world is such a letdown
why not be my own downfall
at least this temporary knows
how to hold me
fallen angel still flapping about holy
I unsubscribed from the bible testaments ago
why do its sermons still haunt
confessional box of undoing
I would **** the world
for free
if it meant a good time
hands running over her curves
tongue
slick with slippery
I would turn the day to night
if it meant 9 clouds
oh paradise oh attainable paradise
take me in
I want to grow with you
before the fall
****** piqued
for a peek I have paid more than dollars
this immortal soul
dredging through human
lust is what keeps me earthbound
but the right release
just might free me
is there any love in her purr
only the day will tell
when I finally awake
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
deface the structure
this is the art society needs
monuments blasphemed upon
how holy is law really?
creation is an incomplete process
the constitution deserves to be tagged
bombed
we should redefine the foundation
blurred history of right
of human rights
let’s rewrite the narrative in graffiti
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
rusted barbed wire
a sharp refrain
this metal is rooted in blood
a cross-hatched identity
migrating both ways
which came first
the north or the south?
can soil be indigenous to a dessert
can sand be foundation to a metropolis
some say the highest peaks
started underwater
a topography of division
leaves yearning landscapes
feed me a fresh pangea
mangoes
and dates
and dragon fruit
and plantains
leave the metal to the birds
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 3:59 PM UTC
If I'm honest...
I am jealous of your love my own heart a fleeting beat I keep returning to red then green then red again at the base of my inconsistency is insecurity I know how to give but how do I receive it's not a worthiness equation I am just an overthinker on balance every time there's addition I subtract none of this feels totally right but this isn't about directions it's about presence and right now I am a voided check box of sacrifice empty and waiting I have practiced the self but that is no path to completion an isolated whole is still a hole I see your bond and feel covalent ionic let me be transparent my eyes are a vessel of lust and everything is potential filling still can I hold forever can I hold anyone longer than right now
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
a list of things to be
burned pages cinder
words drop and release
there are different ways to present
there are different ways to engage here
this leaf used to be
a tree
a pace of its own breath
now a shuffled understanding
I walk on all I held holy
nothing I own is mine
eyes look in a befuddled curiosity
I ask my ego, "can we share the light?"
"make it make dollars," they say
I lose myself in all the right places
a meandering legacy unwanting
this freedom has no gender
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
New York's bitter bricks
how quickly I am mortared
encased and cemented in routine
the day knows my name
even when I don't
the night gives me up
to everything but myself
this cold life
uncovered design of gray and white
I am mentored in violent blue
wrapped in glacial midnight
when I write
my life is altogether unremembered
words d
r i
p p
i n
g down
in tattered collage
oh to be geared up
and still unprepared
before I break
I will crack the ice
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
are you telling me I'm dying?
I met that angel lifetimes ago
made peace with his coming
and going
temperamental slice of a thing
I have been pieced and parceled
what's another slit
drain the blood
and the lifeforce
I am ready for the next
unknown
miasma floating in itself
ready to step out away
the ultimate surrender
do not pander to this simple life
it is not my first or my last
fear is an old companion
as are your words
are you telling me I'm dying?
then speak directly
I have been cycling this point
since origin
story says Origin waits patiently
for all its parts to gather
an unfulfilled mass
still hoping
amends with
broken
breath
the first lesson in
the last lesson out
the continued curriculum of the soul
are you telling me I'm dying?
don't cry for me
this is my last will
and testament
to go so far
I'm unrecognizable
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
a circle of intention
black water rising
before split rock paths
nature gifts
the future
echoing back on the heels of now
a stream of consciousness
drifting on the wind
each channel is its own sound
a hungry churning
a mouth open to forgiveness
water feeds more than the soul
laps at ankles
and refreshes dreams
who owns this mud?
new growth springing forth
feral and unnamed
the myth of private property
is a lost leaf
unbury yourself here
nature shows us how to
be
only release
release
release
release only
bleed the couple but let them live
love is a steady drip from source
a felled tree helping us become
a subconscious circling back
to the intentions
that were already gifted
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC