Some people keep in
touch via the phone,
the internet, weekly
lunch dates.
You keep in touch by
pissing me the hell off.
Lightening up our
elevator display
of toxicity until
we’re stuck between
floors.
Listen, do you hear that?
that’s my head lacerating
on the wall.
My sense of peace
fractured.
Go ahead pick the bone.
I’m done battling
scratched glass.
Drag me through it.
It’s time to rinse
off the anger,
and nail all 1483 of my
grievances to your
sanctimonious door.
Martin Luther and me
the grand reformers
He sowed in grace.
I’m more prone to
mace.
Maybe, I’ll just try to
lose you in a place
I’ll never find again.
Unraveling your
foothold or finding
mine, up your………
I’ll save the hair pulling
spear throwing, and
obscene gestures of
distain for terrorists
and guys named Tad.
I’ll just vent my anger
in a silly poem
Snide as my temper,
but light as numbers
with no equations,
letters missing
sentences, and a
poet whistling
satirically at madness.
-Tosha Michelle
I fucking loved this.
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Thanks 😉 xo
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Vent away 😉
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😉 xo
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My sense of peace encapsulated within a carapace of guilt. xx
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F em…..nobody is that that aggravation…..noooooooooobody.
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got me so aggravated that I forgot the word nobody is worth that aggravation hahaha…. where the heck is the edit option
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Ha-ha
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where’s the friggen edit option ..what is this, twitter???
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“He sowed in grace. I’m more prone to mace.” Lol. Cahlassic!! (Me too!!)
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😉 🙂
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great poem to start my Monday morning at work! I love how you find such a creative way to vent 🙂
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Ha-ha. Thank you. 😉
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So fucken awesome!
You have such a genuine way with words.
Perfectly executed. 🙂
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Thank you very much. 😉
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You are welcome. 🙂
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I love, love, LOVE this, Tosha, It’s so dark, almost sentimental at times, and wholly honest. Brutal.
These lines really resonate:
Listen, do you hear that?
that’s my head lacerating
on the wall.
My sense of peace
fractured.
Go ahead pick the bone.
I’m done battling
scratched glass.
Drag me through it.
It’s time to rinse
off the anger,
and nail all 1483 of my
grievances to your
sanctimonious door.
Oh, and the humor, too:
Maybe, I’ll just try to
lose you in a place
I’ll never find again.
Unraveling your
foothold or finding
mine, up your………
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Thank you. You read me well. 😉 xoxo
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I’m glad that I get you.:)
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Me too…not everyone does. 😉
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Well then, we were meant to meet and become friends.:)
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Serendipity 😉
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Indeed!
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Scorchingly great! I’ve know a few people with those “sanctimonious doors.”
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Thank you. 😉
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How do you, yourself, regard this one?
Let’s keep it simple: 1-10.
10 being your best work.
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I’d give it a cheeky 5.
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😉
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Wow! Powerful and gorgeous, I love this!!
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Thank you. 😉
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Very welcome Tosha :))
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Oh wow, that’s intense. On another note, sorry I’m behind, the reader won’t show in my blogroll unless I find it in my list of followed sites. I need to catch up. ❤
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No worries. I really appreciate you taking the time to read
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Of course! 😊
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