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Tarrue

Tarrue

Figuring it out day by day, looking for feedback and friends along the way!

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Writings
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Followers
2
Following
Tarrue

Tarrue

Figuring it out day by day, looking for feedback and friends along the way!

11
Writings
2
Followers
2
Following
Starving

Tarrue

2 min read

Consume. Eat. Do what you can.


Cold walls, floors, bodies… a blue winter tint seems to be over us all. Shriveled bodies, missing limbs, heat only through some peepholes in the walls to the courtyard.


The crackle of electricity turns on. The guards are coming. “Quick, quick children!! Get closer, get in!” Says the widow.


She’s been here since I can remember. A sickly woman with no legs. She ha...

Crime, mystery & thriller

Science fiction

You Never Asked, But…

Tarrue

1 min read

You caught me,

In the ways I smelled extra strong,

And In the ways I held you looser.


You would smile a sweet smile,

Go out with the girls,

And when you came home,

You would hug me so tightly saying how you loved me,

And you knew.


You washed our sheets and my clothes,

Finding evidence of infidelity.


I‘m not asking for forgiveness,

I‘m sure it killed you.

But when it was the last time going out,...

Him And I

Tarrue

2 min read

……


“I loved you… I always have. Since the moment our eyes met there was a soft curiosity that sparked in the way movies could only dream to capture. Your giggle, laugh, chuckle. I loved it. I wanted more of it. I wanted to make you laugh so I could selfishly enjoy your fondness of me and keep you around. We spent the last five years together, and the distance never mattered.”


His eyes fell to th...

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Brother

Tarrue

1 min read

Still at home brother,

Causing the worry of mother.

You think you have no space,

Please get a new place....

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Peace

Tarrue

1 min read

Memory breathes a little too slowly,

she sits in her chair,

fitted in a light blue gown,

and her movements are somehow stilted.


Memory breathes a little unsteady,

and she croaks out

A story about kick the can,

or some other children’s game.


Memory breathes and her eyes are tired,

She’s staring at me,

And I come closer,

Her voice is softer.


Memory breathes and her grip softens,

Her blue, veiny ...

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Plague

Tarrue

1 min read

Spurring movements

Tie us down

Farther than before.


Heat sweats and sickness,

The sticky skin to the panels,

Disease encroaching.


Speed and tenacity

The likes never seen

Before nor again.


Awestruck wires,

Buckets filling,

Brims waiting.


Waltzing like a child

It advances with no rhythm

Only direction.


Falling over itself,

Victim to victim,

Too potent for its own good....

Poetry

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Little Bear

Tarrue

1 min read

I still think about her coming into our home and ransacking everything. The forest was so peaceful before her. I never had to see papa get so angry.


I close my eyes some days, tuning out her screams. Some people think the golden haired girl got out, some people are still searching for her. We cleaned the sheets and burned the blood stained evidence.


But I still think about her.


Many years have ...

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Hey

Tarrue

1 min read

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What’s going on today?

Will it be fun in the sun

Just catching the rays?


Shall I pick some flowers

In the morning hours,

Or find a way to go for a lay?


Hey! Hey! Hey!

The preacher’s gone to pray!

It’s rhyme time,

Wouldn’t you say?


To start anew,

In the waxy dew,

And the sass of the grass

Couldn’t be askew.

I think thats great,

Really it’s true!


Hey! Hey! Hey!

Smile so gay,

A lov...

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We Fly

Tarrue

1 min read

We Fly 9:24


We fly,

With wings beaten down

With wings, bare boned, barely able to batter the wind beneath them,

With wings that are completely questionable in every way.


We fly,

When the winds are rough,

When the sun blazes down and we’ve gone too high,

When the wax can’t hold much longer.


We fly,

Forgetting there is a heaven above or a hell below, or even just the pulsing void,

Lead by stars ...

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Vincent the Vinca

Tarrue

1 min read

It was a bright sunny day, a little bit too warm, but just perfect in the shade. I think when I met him, the house was empty. He wasn’t super tall, nor was he confident, but I saw him and knew there was something more.


He had the rosiest face. It was bright in spite of the missing confidence, and somehow welcoming? He sported a green sweater and dashing brown eyes with flakes of pollen-yellow co...

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