Month: May 2017


Take anything, but.
Kill every emotion, twice;
just leave me my heart.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 31 May, 2017


Alphabet pain, this.
Loops, lines, and curls without form:
writer’s block puzzles.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 31 May, 2017


Taste of me, these words –
a conundrum to lick clean.
Tongue hungry, I write.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 31 May, 2017


Heart made for loving:
broken pieces raining down.
Here comes a new storm.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 31 May, 2017


Your heart is a no man’s land, and
you have fornicated, battle-ready,
with countless minds; The Art of War
alive in your apathetic stare,
a ghostly Sun Tzu in your shadow, and
its pages falling like poetry from your face

Yet, like a Viking, you roar,
axe in hand to slaughter dreams and cut ties;
no art, no honour, and just half the warrior
you claim to be – the septic engraver of
bloody runes and headstone eulogies –
Norse winds carrying the poetry I write of you:
it’s pages never to reach your crimson eyes

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 27 May, 2017

TE WAIRUA FREE (‘The Free Spirit’)

My spirit needs mending but I have
no coloured thread
to darn these fraying burdens

The eye of this needle lay gaping and empty
and I am standing on its edge ready to fall through;
a knot to my ankle and my fast surrender
and I’ll fly deeply in to weave new dreams:
a fresher self with perfect stitching
– an un-perished disaster –
still surviving in spite of her erupted soul

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 19 May, 2017


My posthumous heart
declares no life without you,
yet, the holding of my breath
to mark your absence beats it louder;
and as I listen to every bloody word
it whispers in my ears,
I wrap the sound around me
like your missing arms,
until my vitals fade,
wondering if you will ever rush
like this intimate moment,
to tend to my starving needs again.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 17 May, 2017