writing in a yellow hilroy

[Tara]

Lottie and Nick were the family's dogs. Caleb had question about his mother because he never knew his mother. She died the day after Caleb was born. mama sings about flowers, birds and the moom. Papa doesnt sing any more because he forgot the old songs. S would feel very sad and poor. Did mama sing every day. They feel happy because she sounds nice from the letter. Three lams were bron. She means that she dosetnt do much and she is tall Because he thought it was speicle. Sarahs letter. Wash thir faces and cleand the house. He askt if his face was clean he is 6 or 5. They felt happy because she brout presents. Because nothing was perfect. Sarahs Visit. Sarah showed the children her shell collection. She picked flowers cut hair and then sang with the family the song was noubt summer Papa sings the same way as when mama was alive. Sarahs Here She felt sad and put her fist in the air. My first word was dada, because it was easy. It was hay. You can use dirt, snow and blankets. Her drawing of the fields. Sheep, pictures, brother, dunes, hay. Papa toght sarah to plow the feilds. On the prairie in winter somtimes there are very big storms. He tied lighls to thire heads and also tied a rope frome the house to the farm. The longer days. They came to help plow the feilds. Lily, Buttercup, Sunflower. ______________________ She used to live in Tennessee. You can miss things no matter were you live. The neighbors came to help plow the feilds. Maggie brought Sarah some plants. The woman talked about being lonely. Sarah learnd that to get around on the prairie she should have to learn to drive a wagon. When the men came tnto the house from the fields, everyone ate. When the neighbors had gone, papa brought Sara some flowers. That she could ride a horse. They were sad because mama died. She wants to learne because she is not comfortable. She wants to stay becuase it's beautiful. I would feel happy. Sarah brought the colors of the sea. The end of the sgaull because the storm was over. After the skaull, Papa and Sara plowd the damaged field. Papa also taught her to drive the wagon. Sarah drove the wagon alon. Cale was woried becuase he liked her. In the evening Sarah reternd. She gave use a present. It was - end -

[Tara]

blue drew and the smell of parsley that plant spreading and then kaboodling schnoodling the kid no knows no one knows no one knows no one so the dust wept and slithered below not a single soul would know not a single soul would know i crept dreamt smelt spelt welt melted upon it before it beyond it beyond a doubt without a doubt no doubt th e cyan purple magurplenta thrixing 'round about kkkbrrgggxxxrrrrfffkkk skkrrrghghhh skrrrgghhh skkrrgggghhhh hips thighs pie surprise thrust behold the open skies down and out and fluttering eyes stroke sluther wither unfurl whirling cogs and marshland bogs my heart plays music ______________________________________________ Just cranked the stream of consciousness up to a raging river of consciousness surrounded by bushes of mental chatter.

[♥Mark]

hips thighs pie surprise thrust behold the open skies down and out and fluttering eyes Easily the best part.

[Tara]

Got myself a pretty fancy rhythm going on in that part. skkrrrghghhh skrrrgghhh skkrrgggghhhh Snoring dog.

[Savy]

I love your style. It's so playful and creative. :]

[Tara]

It's nice to know that people enjoy the excess jibber jabber in my brain.

[Tara]

Steady, steady, steady Collapse Steady, steady, steady Relapse Steady, steady, steady Synapse It will be okay.

[Tara]

wonder why the lemon pie, sour as a war torn sky, keeps me sane and makes me fly wonder why the wild rye, tillering like a rampant lie, brings me peace and keeps me high

[♥Mark]

Those ones read like song lyrics.

[Tara]

acid tang dripping through the cracks and tearing up the tracks and heart bang once sang can't blame smearing on a mane of shame

[Tara]

opened blossom ripened opossum dead leaves, gotta toss 'em dirty sleeves, gonna wash 'em

[Tara]

What in the world... ? everything? OH DEER Mirror, mirror behind the tree, Whom do you favor, him or me? __________________________________________________ ___1978 Tut would look like the police and pieces of clay, until I added the smooth skulls. Working helps The artist gently pat the face with king gold. does the world resemble the faces of Tut below today ? __________________________________________________ ___finish Delicious. I'll remember that. fox is tird THE ENDLESS

[stormcrow]

Easily the best part. Definitely the best part lol. Great poem franklin I love it. Youd probably like Lewis Carolls poetry it bursts into nonsense quite often, its great.

[Tara]

Most of these aren't really.. poems, especially the one Mark commented on; that was straight up stream of consciousness psycho-babble. The others are just cryptic thoughts/slightly consistent stream of consciousness put into stanzas. I guess it's pseudo-poetry. But yeah, I do enjoy the nonsense by Lewis Carroll and whoever else I stumble upon, and thank you~ I'll let you all in on a secret: The first post and latest post are not thoughts/poems/stream of consciousness/etc!

[greenhavoc]

psycho-babble. How so? What exactly have your written that you can't explain?

[Tara]

What have I written that I can't explain? Well... everything. ha HAAAAAA saw that coming from a mile away I could replace psycho-babble with "mumbo jumbo" or just "blithering", if you'd like. All of those describe post #2 pretty well, I think, which is the one I was referring to in the first place.

[greenhavoc]

saw that coming from a mile away You saw what coming a mile away?

[Tara]

What have I written that I can't explain? Well... everything. My bad joke about not being able to explain anything I've written. Seemed like an obvious thing to say, so with my fierce eagle eyes, I spotted it fast approaching from a mile away.

[Tara]

Sometimes, we decide that our friends are just uninteresting. So, we rebuke a few of those ugly carrots. Thus, Mark discovers multitudes of untrue formulas and potions from Tara's garden. Congratulations. Success. Gonclaturation.

[Tara]

Kangaroos do not kill with kindness, yet they respect Kellogs cereal with their valiant reach. I hope that does not surprise their vitreous humor. If it does, a salamander will have to feed soup to a vacuum with with a ragdoll. That would NOT go well. Regardless, a bat, badger and bison will befriend a bastard raptor that looks like Superman because this is all just satire. So go fly a kite.

[Tara]

separated fairy/fire pixie by clothesline "pob donni" worlds coming wild cat school together/islands doesn't bob pirates party while walking pirate ships chandler/Joey dress dolls waves swimming breathing apartment small girl dim lights jumping onto mats tigger nazi's yelling german natives/ english

[Tara]

One day I'll have fun. Another casualty. Another day. Just about another month, too. Just about another casualty. I'm too hungry too sleep, but I'm too tired to eat. I'm too tired to sleep and too asleep to be tired. I know the feeling. Well I feel like I know it.

[Tara]

____ __ ______ ___________ _________. __ _____.. _________, _ _____. __'_ ________. ____ _____ ___ _____ _______. Stop, drop the prop Maybe then you'll hop to the top

[Tara]

Sometimes, it all begins to reflect your hidden desires. Yet you don't know if they could be what you hoped for.