Snakes.

I shed my skin from all the seasons of my past.
Said can’t live there,  oh.. but I have forgotten my reasons, went back. Only found disappointment.  That’s what happens to a love when you desert it.

He said to the wide eyed girl full of doubt “keep an eye out for the snakes in the grass who thrive off beating hearts hold in their grasp.”

Beg you in a freight to stay with me tonight. Hold me like you did, it’s over my head. It’s over my head, and it still feels like home.

I can feel the wind within me again. Like a bird I soar to see an old friend. The fire rages in me the water forms around me, with the ground bellow me whisper to me slowly.
Like the sky that sits above in it is a man who believes in love. He washes away my sins and holds them in his hands. Says “keep an eye out for the snakes in the grass who thrive off beating hearts hold in their grasp.”

Beg you in a freight to stay with me tonight. Hold me like you did, it’s over my head. It’s over my head, and it still feels like home.

                 BY TARA TURIELLO

Just write.

The church bells ring of a wedding in spring looks like love has taken another. Can our minds be blown with the wind or are our heads to heavy? Hearts like treasures of abandoned ships who will never see the sunlight. We’ve kept our feelings at bay to avoid destruction. Hearts can be destructive.  If we bury our hearts deep down it would be music with no sound, walking with no solid ground, breathing with no air, living with no care. To live in fear of the pain love could bring would not be living by any means.

              BY TARA TURIELLO

A Thousand Times.

People will  lie a thousand times.

Hurt and dishonor you, a thousand times.

With the flood of a thousand voices and a thousand cries.

You’re left broken hearted a thousand times.

Your mind will say no a thousand times.

You’ve been through this before, a thousand times.

You’ll take advice a thousand times.

A thousand times you wont follow.

You’ll bury the hatchet a thousand times.

You’ll say you’ll never fall in love a thousand times.

He’ll tell you he loves you a thousand times.

He’ll then say he never did, a thousand times.

Save your mantra  I’ve heard it a thousand times.

And like knives your words cut me a thousand times.

BY: TARA TURIELLO

Nightingale.

Liquor in the courtyard, filling up our stomachs with lust, carbs, and calories. Bright lights and red lipstick a combination so cryptic could bring any superman down, I look into your eyes asking you to save me. Baby I’m you Lois Lane. Catching myself in riddles of how you could figure just how easy you could take me down.

Then your eyes drop low.

I say ” hey you wanna dance real slow?”

Stay  by my side through the night allow them to live vicariously, vicariously though our eyes baby,

where we stay, where we lay our heads baby. Living through a summer haze under a daze…

In a lovers paradise.

You crack a smile I grab the bottle we’ve got the whole strip tonight.  Sitting on the edge of all the pretty hillsides. Your hands touch my waist you say you wont let go while your lips touch my neck in that familiar way I know.

Then your eyes drop low.

I say ” hey you wanna dance real slow?”

Stay  by my side through the night allow them to live vicarously, vicarously though our eyes baby,

where we stay, where we lay our heads baby. Living through a summer haze under a daze…

In a lovers paradise.

BY TARA TURIELLO

Fools in love.

I was nieve, I tripped and fell.  Over the heart thought I knew so well. Silly me, I was a fool. He was caustic and I knew. It was out of my hands and over my head. Out of my mind alone in bed. What do you do with a heart when you take it? Maybe you love it, maybe you break it. You were callous, I played it cool. You were careless and also the fool.

BY TARA TURIELLO

The World Could Be Ours.

Trapped behind eyes, hidden under wings within a deep disguise. Only there can we find ones true self. It’s liberating when we’re not trying to sell, our mind, body, and soul for a way to get ahead. Inscriptions in the walls telling us how to live. We listen to ancient ways while approaching the dawn of a new day. Through all the clouds all we hope for is a sun ray. We can preach peace while on a mission to shoot one another. The only way for peace is to strip the world of color, but that would be pretty dull. If we chose for ourselves what we hear through the lambs of the media than as lions we can prosper and shed the world of darkness. A place with something positive to push for. Let’s ride to greatness and avoid the war.

BY:TARA TURIELLO

Rolling with the times.

Felt the good times Rollin in. Miniskirts and plaid shirts intricately blending in. Visions a blur. Whiskey blows through the the wind off our breath. The testosterone keeps the party alive. Different minds with curious eyes align together under a moonlit sky. If you can’t get home you need to hold your own cause no one can help you here.
No shame.
Just living like we’re gods.
It’s ok.
Immortality looks good on us.
And we’ll do it again, again, again.
Live like it’s the weekend.
Dance with your eyes closed feel the pulse within you. Let the liquor flow through your veins. I swear I just might lose it they tell me if you got it use it, but I just wanna feel the music.
I just wanna feel the music.
I just wanna feel the music.
No shame.
Just living like we’re gods.
It’s ok.
Immortality looks good on us.
And we’ll do it again, again, again.
Live like it’s the weekend.

BY:TARA TURIELLO

Fugitives.

I’m your damsel in distress here in your favorite party dress. Put your hands on my waist. Kiss me soft and tender filling my body with pleasure… been in a comatose state.  If I close my eyelids all I see are white lights waiting to consume me. Your lips they use me. I see the holes in the back of my mind leaving my soul deaf, dumb, and blind. Ask if I’m afraid. Fear is imaginary and I welcome it. To conquer it. It rattles down bellow in my bones. My conscious succumbs because for what is bellow is as above.

BY:TARA TURIELLO

TV.

A swollen tongue from touching your lips. The luminescent light shines down. Showing me a savor.

To get to the other side you just have to cross the river. And in all my life I’ve never seen such magic.

Sparks flew into stars.

I tried to remain cool.

You lifted me up with corny jokes again. I know you hate it but you pretend

I need you like the tropic needs its heat. We hold our hands out and feel by the moon.

Time stops when I look at you, I’m not sure how to turn off the repeat.

I bat my lashes for attention. Come give me your perception. It’s all based on how you’d like to perceive.

We lick our lips to show them how we feel. Ulterior motives take the place of real. We highlight all the deceit on the TVs.

You lifted me up with corny jokes again. I know you hate it but you pretend, I need you like the tropic needs its heat. We hold our hands out and feel by the moon. Time stops when I look at you, I’m not sure how to turn off the repeat.

BY :TARA TURIELLO.

Pain For Pleasure.

Your face is a blur in the distance still calling for my love. Taking my judgement for a ride in the ghettos of paradise.  From far away everything seems perfect. You unearth it, living life on the wild side. Do a hundred  in the rain.  Luckily my placid disposition help keeps me sane. Hearts like Novocaine beat numbly to a tune. Bodies illuminate under this evenings waxing moon. I can hear the melodies whisper softly in my ear. Sooth me into a trance of an electric romance. Bolts of energy flow through me. I can feel the shock run through my legs. Moving within my veins, pleasure in my pain. Your love puts a ware on my skin did mine ever sink in?  Did it ever sink in? 

BY:TARA TURIELLO