Tara Fear

Tara Fear Feb 2013

When I am older I will be just like my Nan,
Streaking my naked body every Wednesday to the delivery man.

I will have a chihuahua,
Drink my milk when its sour,

Use by dates will mean nothing,
For 10 year old bread makes a good stuffing,

I will live off many cups of tea
Every ten minutes have a ***.

Hoard a thousand tin of beans in the draw,
We all know we need them when we're at war,

I will be superstitious,
And make food taste delicious,

I would be head of my family, head of my herd,
My word will be final, anyone else's word is absurd,

Anyone who calls me 'dear',
will get a slap around the ear.

YES,
I want to be just like my Nan,
Every Wednesday streaking to the delivery man.

Tara Fear Feb 2013

Taradiddle - Pretentious Nonsense.

What makes us write the things we write? Or do those things we do?
What makes us good or bad? Does your *** make you pink or blue?
What makes us scared? What makes us strong?
Why do we question life in our last lonely hour?

But we do these things, we say things, we regret and forsake mistakes.

But do we love, care, believe, embrace people we do not know?
Or do we close our eyes and pretend to be making angels out of snow?

Tara Fear Feb 2013

Little Princess

Little princess had a plan,
To fall in love with a handsome man,
Little princess got her plans all wrong,
With her natural face; no makeup and briefs; no thong,

Little princess took some advice,
In search of a man she would have to look nice,

Little princess went out to town,
Got some suspenders, a wax and a new crown,
Little princess found a man,
With money, looks, many a lady fan,

Little princess bagged the fella,
But what the adviser didn't tell her,
Is once little princess took him home... She would wake up all alone.

Little princess should have stuck to her original plan,
Maybe then she would have found her dream man.

Tara Fear Feb 2013

Monkey Bar Café

Getting me ******… we first kissed

In the 'Monkey Bar Café'

Now we both live in a flat,

Have a ginger fat cat,
&
No babies on the way,

Isn't life perfect, isn't life grand,

To say we found each other in Monkey land.

A-monkey-love-melody.

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Tara Fear Feb 2013

Rise of Women, Fall of Angels.

Running away from angels
Leave us be black, cold and hard,

We have no need for soft interiors,
Only a need for hard exteriors,

Running away from angels,
We are as strong as any man,
We are mistaken and misleading women,
Who have no fear, no power steer,
No crowds can hide us, we cannot be quelled,

For we are not for angels, we shall not take flight,
We will remain on this ground, raise this game, we shall fight.

Tara Fear Feb 2013

Earth without 'art' would be Eh.

I open my bottles,
They have sweet release,
Like finding love and inner peace,

So come, come find your release;
Let’s get high,
Get real and feel, the planets, the stars, the sky,

Spaced out, Crossing constellations,
Brake the moon, our ship, our stations,
Star struck lovers collide up high,
***** stop outs, in God’s eye.

Tara Fear Feb 2013

Abscond.

Time may take forever,
Absent of your smile,
Time may play over,
As you abscond and walk that mile,
My heart; it stops beating,
At the sound of your feet leaving,

This wine is not crisp and clear,
It’s stale, infused with my fear,
Intoxicating, I’m suffocating
Your absence leaves me drunk and aching,
Compelled to drink more,
For every step you take from my door

— The End —