Anisa Tara

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Where are you,
Why have you not come,
I spend days in pursuit,
Of those who could be the one.

Grief is the thing I eat,
I chew till it hurts,
Till everything falls apart.

I write in the dark
After I've turned out the light
When the fan blades are wild
And the crickets come to life

I am my father's daughter,
I am my mother's child.
I wear his body like a sleeve,
Her intellect in my smile.

If my father were standing here today,
Only sorrow would mar his face.
For all that he held on to in life,
His daughter is a disgrace.

Another day begins and ends,

The honorable Emptiness presides.

See how fast the onion burns
Faster still the garlic turns
From a nice yellow tinge
To a smelly black singe

The clocks of ticking aspirations tock
While sounding bells of expiration toll
A symphony without a crescendo
Exemplified by the sighs of the old


When I think of her
I think of a field that is endless
That the eye cannot contain
For which measurements are petty

You told me not to drink and drive
But it's all I ever do
Only the drink can parch me dry
Of every thought of you

I wandered the night sky
Touching its tethered lights
Scattered specks of glitter
And smoldering outbursts

Please don't come back to my country
Dont roll up in my backyard
You'll find life has shriveled up
And its softness has gone hard

From last April
To a June spent in misery
It once came for me

There was a person I once knew
The color in her eyes were blue
I saw her in the mirror for 24 years
Then one day woke up to find

Anxiety is there, at the stroke of every pen
She sits by degrees on my fat, stubby fingers.
Between my elephantine words she hides,
After every minuscule period she lingers.

Time turns on her little hands,
Left, right and otherwise.
She turns like clockwork,
More often than not, to my demise.

In the insidious dark of night,
He creeps up on my mind.
He slithers through my work,
And eats up all my time.

If we are all moments,
And all this is only space,
Then there is only one,
I would like to erase.

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I only write of sad things)

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Where Are You

Where are you,
Why have you not come,
I spend days in pursuit,
Of those who could be the one.

I hear empty thunder,
The roar of a heart inside.
Longing for a love,
To fill her deep and wide.

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