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the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
Tamara Walker Sep 2018
Alone in the world.
I hatch out marks in corn fields.
Play in natural history museums.
Fly jets around the twin towers.
Fill pools with rubber ***** and turtles.
Bathe in Lake Okeechobee and swim in the acid rain ponds.
Ride the wild African elephants, and paint the rhinos red, white, and blue.
I recite Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” on the white house greens while painting its walls black.
Drop radioactive bombs onto cites to turn them back to the ice age.
Keep the untamed moss of trees and turn them into little people.
I cage birds to sing to me at night.
I create a bucket list of other people’s accomplishments.
I star glaze at skyscrapers.
I develop new mental disorders and find a cure for cancer.
I steal all the phone chargers.
Alone I do these things from the comfort of my home.
Something form an old long poem that i wrote for a class.
Tamara Walker Sep 2018
I ask is it weird to say I love you?
Again I ask is it weird to say I love you?
Again I ask is it weird to say I love you?
Is it weird to say I love you?
Is it weird to say I love you?
Is it weird to say I love you
Is it weird to say I love you
Is it weird to say I love
Is it weird to say I love
Is it weird to say I love
Is it weird to say I
Is it weird to say I
Is it weird to say
Is it weird to say
Is it weird
It is
Something weird
  Aug 2018 Tamara Walker
Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Tamara Walker Aug 2018
Mosquito bitten bumps rise and falls
My finger tips pressuring soft cells
Hating how it feels as I take pleasure in killing
These wing foes
To them I am the terrorist with weapons of mass destruction
Not a terrorist of guns but one with pity and power to abuse
My feeling shift hotly from victim to symbolic hero
Everyone needs a bone toss in their direction
From the crude skeleton hiding within the dusty Shallows
Closet the feeling you gift to loved ones
Hush the happy times placed on the back logs of memory
Take note of polite strangers with words not your own
As I use them to speak a language taught to me years ago
When was my first word and did I speak it roughly as sandpaper
Or was it sweet to the ears with a buttery finish  
Am I too personal with my speech as this is all new to me?
Like a mouse with dreamy eyes watching the gleam off claws above
Silence is the key
Surrounded by much braver beast who riot into the night
I want to be heard
Mosquitoes are not my favorite.
Tamara Walker Jul 2018
Where is god in these swirling galaxies?
Maybe she is found in the peak of an eclipse
In a ball of gas in the *** of the universe
Purple moons orbit me to find he
Speak to me tomorrow morning
Rather I would say much more is another issue
Burning out the insides
Cause we are all made of star stuff
Very small piece from something very large called Plenty Words.
  Jul 2018 Tamara Walker
Nylee
What we really feel
we'll never tell
what happened
no one remembered
dance around the words
cut tongues with the swords
but we'll not say
we will always lie like that

We lie because we believe
we'll be saved in the end
who knows in truth
maybe we will be the first ones to die

it is for the best
we keep lies within the sea of lies
and when the time comes
all the lies will be pulled together
or maybe more the worse

every effort another lie
now no one is shy
the times will tell why
no one is surprised
truly now the trust has died.
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