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Tamara Walker Mar 2022
First glances and second encounters
Text messages and tiny smiles
Flowers and chocolate
Dates and confirmations
Small kisses and long nights
These fleeting feelings
Come and go like puffs of clouds
Some entertaining children
Others transform into hurricanes
Lovely how they form
Unsightly how they fall apart
Love and affection
Odd at times
Nature’s way of section
Evidence including flaws
Of human depths
Intimacy doesn’t always lead in a direction
Not every action creates an reaction
Not every glance buzz with flutter
Not every conversation intriguing
And not every water particle forms a cloud
It’s not always about finding love. But about being whole.
Tamara Walker Feb 2022
I was confused and scared
I didn’t know what was happening
Why was I like this
I was just doing it
It was self sabotage
Now I realize
What I was getting at
I was trying to
Reflect physically
The pain
I was feeling mentally
Last year was very hard for me but I’m doing better.
Tamara Walker Feb 2022
Bad Boi is a False Boi
With a smile you  think you got it Good Boi
Bad Boi you need a Good Girl
However Bad Boi was never Her Boi
Bad Boi got a good good turned Bad Girl
But Bad Boi is a Leech Boi
Sinking his teeth into too Deep Boi
So Bad Girl can’t breath Alone Girl
However Bad Girl can do it on her Own Girl
Raise her Good Girl beauty into Bad Girl cash
Without looking back at Bad Boi short stash
Spending too much time feeding Bad Boi bags
Bad Girl had enough of that Bad Boi bad rags
Cry a long river Bad Boi
For this Bad Girl found herself her own Good Girl
With no tops they Bad Girls with good tips
Singing Bad Girls get wet n wild on bad boats
On top of other Bad Boi toys
While you Bad Boi can’t float
Just a fun poem about Bad Girls doing Bad girl things and ignoring the do nothing Bad Bois of the world
Tamara Walker Feb 2022
I need to stop living in comfort
It’s about time I re engage
To bring back life galaxies away
And continue evolving entirely
To fully fulfill my investigation
To be seen by the cosmos of hearts
Hello I used to post but stopped. Now I will try again with a new mind set
Tamara Walker Jan 2021
Bad Boi comes along
Bad Boi look for me
Bad Boi better understand
Bad Boi is a Pawn Boi
Bad Boi be a Good Boi
Bad Boi follow the rules boi
Or else Bad Boi gonna end a Dead Boi
Bad Boi hanging from a Tree Boi
Bad Boi could be a Fall Boi
So hold my hand Bad boi
Cause Bad Boi loves me
Till we dig our graves boi
Jump in before me Bad Boi
Or hold me tight Bad Boi
Together we float Bad Boi
Bad boi is always Mine Boi
Just something for the Bad Bois in the world
Tamara Walker Oct 2019
I am as free as I want
Like a daydreamer of today
Gently a breeze carry’s my wonders
Pass night cityscapers, and
      over desperate busybodies
Then settling in brain depressions
Imagine tomorrow being the same
Paused In a Haze cycle

Is there a difference
Between love long lost or
Hate newly recognized
Can they be balanced, maybe
On a crystallized degrading iceberg
Topped off with couples joining
      hands
Cheering on and crying out
But never heard by a mountain’s
      ear

Stalling the defining problems
Of what love is and who needs it
Akin to Swirls of Florida clouds
Not unlike heart guts spilling out
Let’s be free to choose
While ditching Fees for dreams
I want you to live in wonderland
With my body you can be freedom
Being Free is a luxury for some and just dream for others. But love rather if lost or newly found is choice we could all make.
Tamara Walker Dec 2018
The first creature to crawl
From the ocean sea
Was me

Longing for the earths crust
The law of gravity
The burst of flames
From the sun
To be tamed by wild woods
To run,
Through the grass like a fool
In my own reality

More came
Like me
They wanted life beyond
The shame
Of the cold-hearted waves

Beyond the edge
We gathered
Well fed and starry eyed
Under the pretense
A lie,
That our past
Made perfect sense

Mammals and hard stones
Gritty bits gathered
Between toes
Together we pushed

Creeping towards war
We fought
It was life and it was hard
Without intelligence thoughts
We died,
But what comes after
The end
Just a little poem about creations and endings.
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