Change is in us

Are these the colors of your clandestine mind?
Continue searching it’s always hard to find, an answer to a riddle that resides deep inside.
You can try.
You can fail.
Or you could succeed.
On the run from yourself,
Remember, pick up speed.
You can see the seven seas and hold all the wonder,
or you could find love in the heart of  helping a helpless other.
Find truth in the beautiful eyes of a mother.
A tigress with the stripes to prove she’s been in the gutter,
but the sun always shines on a new day.
You can never take back the ugly words you say.
Forever they’ll stay in the heart forgiven or not, so in your mind here’s a start, always shine in the dark.
I can’t promise life, but I can  promise gratitude.
Thankful people, hopeful people, just change your attitude.
Change is in you.

Photo and poem by Tara Turiello.

3:15

You wanted me to let you know,

When all the roses are dead.

Pricked fingers from thorns.

I watch your eyes roll back while

I call your name.

The street lights dim as the sun marks a grave

Just until morning comes,

The moon comes out to play.

We wait for a revelation in every which way

The beast comes to attack all you can do is pray.

You can’t tame a monster he’s designed to kill,

The one in your head telling you how to live.

Swimming through your veins he pulls you with the tide,

Taking pride in knowing the darkness is where you reside.

Enjoy the view.

Like the rain outside, soaked and cold.
That’s where you left my heart to dry,
Circumstantial.
You were saying we could be the same, I caved in, oh I was so nieve. Thought it was you to save me now I see…
My love was secondary.

You’ve got this curse on me,
I implode.
You make things so blurry, you throw salt
In my wounds.
While you play
me a fool,
over and over again.
Here’s to staying true.
Never needed you to enjoy the view.

Throw your hands in the air
Grab a white flag, put yourself together.
I surrender to the chaos around.
Resides in my bed,
All I see is red.
Like a shot of liquid gold good for the soul, but only for a while.

Good times get old, I don’t wanna hang forever. You say you want it badly, whisper baby love you madly. I say no, no, no.

You’ve got this curse on me,
I implode.
You make things so blurry, you throw salt
In my wounds.
While you play
me a fool,
over and over again.
Here’s to staying true.
Never needed you to enjoy the view.

Walls.

I can see paradise, between blurred lines. Giving submission to an unclear disposition. The thought burns my eyes, like sipping liquor slowly. Let the hope run through my veins. Sedating all my pain. Once a prisoner in my own hell. Condemning myself a recluse, to never leave the solitude of my brain that became my cell. Trapped inside the contents of my mind. A dark, desolate place sunlight could never find. Like lonely cries from a wolf whose too soon to howl at the moon. He stands alone. A leader wounded from damaged pride. You can scar a warrior but a warrior never dies.

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

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

Mad house.

Deep in sadness, sweating in madness, the shit we call love. We can’t escape it, you can’t fake it, just give up. Hopeless surrender from all the pretenders white flag in hand. You think your immune to it. A sickness so viral, it already spread.  If it only ends in heartbreak then why are we risking flipping that coin? It could land wrong, it could end wrong, it could be… beautiful. Let me be that beautiful fool who fawns and falls over you. Let you be the one to, break me into two. If you’ll be my sunrise I’ll be your sunset and though they say love fades the past will stay. Memories of the good days will stay in my soul. I’ll feel it in my bones when I smell the breeze of the summer air or the leaves in autumn reminding me that your not there. The cold winter winds remind me of your warm heart and how I miss it. Through the sadness, the madness, and the pain. Your love will go on passed the tears and the long term fears love is strong. Love is strong.

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