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A little thought - You should be able to speak your truth.
not about any particular systems or individuals
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Nov 1, 20241 min read


What I hope for you
A quick morning moment writing for my favourite person
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Nov 1, 20241 min read


Transgenerational trauma
Things shouldn’t be the way they were, just because they’ve always been, trauma, doesn’t make sense, change, move forward, growth
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Nov 1, 20241 min read


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Nov 1, 20240 min read


What we do
hunting / hoping for hopeful change, YOU
spoken word style Tara star
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Nov 1, 20241 min read


Savouring it, gone
give me a moment, tarastar
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Nov 1, 20241 min read


‘Self-obsessed’ and dripping in shame
Judged, I care, passionate, interrupting, ‘over’-talking, physically painful, shame, a few short words
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Oct 30, 20241 min read


The world is not ..
The world feels painful Sensitive Reaching out and getting stung Wanting, and never, wanting Opening and slamming the door
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


You who doesn’t
as long as you’re alright
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


The sun Fragmented light / trick of the light Light comes in
poetry to stop my heart splitting, splintering into fragmented, fundamentally torn
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


Would it be scary if it got good?
Feel transparent
My soul can be lifted out..
for mocking
Tara star, poet, trauma response
expecting
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Oct 27, 20242 min read


Untitled - A woman
outline, judged, faded, diminished, don’t make a ‘fuss’
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


I step away
My footsteps fading, sometimes I question the way the world is
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


Inspired by the line ‘What if it becomes who you are?’
poetic thoughts, came from a lyric
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Oct 27, 20241 min read


Free membership
people pleaser
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Oct 26, 20241 min read


Spilled soup - the crib notes Explaining leaky soup
The cheat sheet - bread and soup Tarastar
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Oct 22, 20241 min read


ADHD poet
free flowing, poetic journal, hard on myself, tasks ADHD, spoken word poet-style, rhythm and rhyme
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Oct 22, 20241 min read


Stim - the arm
soothe,
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Oct 22, 20241 min read


Tortured Poets
My heart was worn
Strings plucked and
diced
But, I was holding on
Clinging to mights. Tarastar
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Oct 22, 20240 min read


Golden retriever appreciation..
Human golden retriever, some say I’m too much
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Oct 22, 20242 min read














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