I’d love anyone and everyone
not to love him by comparison.
Anyone.
The hairy guy at the gym who always calls me sweetie.
The woman with purple hair who works at the supermarket
I have worn out words and welcomes. I’ve praised the mundane.
Joked about the sacred. Showed my scars. Bared my sadness.
Allowed myself to be autopsy by pen.
For my next chapter, I must jump in shark infested water
for some new material. Perhaps, find another precious
toxin to ingest.
You can’t unlove certain ideas
no matter how much you try to
write them away. No matter how ridiculous.
There he is again, my unloved one, my unloved only.
-Tosha Michelle
Listen to The Scientist (Coldplay Cover) by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud
❤️❤️❤️
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xx
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I’m lost. I’ll get my literary scalpel. xy
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A compass or map might be better :)/xo
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I really found so much similarities in me with this one.
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I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Ha-ha
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Uh, is it because I am not a cool person?
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No. No. I just don’t want you to suffer caring about someone who doesn’t return your affection.
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It just happens. Even if not romantically. People start thinking in some off game of chance they are better than me and poof their goes their love for me. I wonder if they had loved me at all? Sometimes, I know, perhaps, I have some faults. However, I do not really justify my flaws. I justify a situation where my flaws may have come out. Because I am not a irrational idiot. I love intensely. I love most people as they are fucking incredible if they know their really wonderful potencies. This was a beautiful poem. I read another of yours I will find again. I am sorry forgot to “like ” and comment on that one.
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Never change or regret loving people. It’s truly a lovely thing to accept people as they are. If they can’t return the favor, that’s their karma not yours xx
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I guess. Sometimes I shouldn’t love too freely. Hmmm, I think you inspired a poem in me. I will dedicate it to you for this comment.
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How kind. Thank you.
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Well, at least he has a special place in your heart…
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😉 xx
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Superb piece as usual. But you should ditch the loser. 😊
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Ha-ha. Thank you!
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Oh and I’m sorry I just listen to your cover of the Coldplay song. Lovely.
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I appreciate you listening. Thank you.
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I agree with Anthony. That’s what I would do, undeniably 😀
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😉
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😀
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Brilliant. This is only the second post I read today. Happy I peeked at my email. BTW I can meet you at the Brooklyn Bridge…
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OK. Bring chocolate and lipgloss, my friend xx
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Whatever you desire…
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Thank you, sir.
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Sir???
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Ma’am? Sorry, Andrew. My Southern manners are out tonight. However, I hate being called ma’am soooo..
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LOL Don’t worry, I would never call you that.
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Whew! 😉 xx
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You never fail to impress, Tosha. Even though I’m sure the inspiration for this poem was probably very specific, I still actually felt as though I could relate. Especially this part…
“I have worn out words and welcomes. I’ve praised the mundane.
Joked about the sacred. Showed my scars. Bared my sadness.
Allowed myself to be autopsy by pen.”
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Thank you, Tony. That means a lot to me. I’m a huge fan of your work x
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Aw, shucks!
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🙂
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Words and music… both wonderful.
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Thank you so much.
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of course. 🙂
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Ever moving forward, day by day, closer to a love supreme.
One day you’ll find the one who will not heal your scars or hurts but show you his own and never reopen yours..
Scars fade and eventually become tiny marks on our heart or body with a story behind them….and us.
Well done.
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Lovely comment, C. Thank you.
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Welcome, T
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Autopsy by pen. Amazing.
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Thank you.
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I would say your current toxin and muse have been working very well, no need for new inspiration… 🙂
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Leave it to you. I can’t stop laughing. Good point. Thank you. 😉
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Never possible to unlove. It’s like we can yank the plug out but everytime we look back at it…damn thing is still lit up like a Christmas tree.
You write my past experiences so beautifully, Tosha. ❤
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That’s because I’m in your head. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Kidding. Thank you, Eric.
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Oh that’s ok…you can stay as long as you like. I’ll let you have the penthouse suite. 😉
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Excellent. I’m off to order champagne.
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It’s complimentary. Just indicate to the front desk whether you’d like it in your room or out by the pool.
Enjoy your stay. 😉
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Thank you kindly! 😉 xx
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Beautifully penned whether for an autopsy or not. Another piece I can relate to except that it is actually possible to bypass a creep. Some people have such egotistical and horrid behaviour it is not even worth looking back, except for poetic inspiration 😀
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Thank you. Very true, my friend.
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Welcome. Bless your heart
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🙂 xoxo
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Xoxo
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Beautiful cover btw. I just listened to it
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Thank you so much.
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Welcome 🙂
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“Perhaps, find another precious toxin to ingest.” Oh definitely! Wonderful write as always Tosha! Please have a lovely week ahead. ~ Mia
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Thank you. You too, Mia xx
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Astounding poem and cover!! EVERYONE must read and listen!!
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Thank you!
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Got Moonshine ?
I’m probably way off here.
Love seems as a selfish act, of a selfless heart.
” The heart wants, what the heart wants.”
As the mind that will, foot the bill.
Unloved? I get it. Just ain’t feeling it.
You seem to kind for that. ♡♡♡♡♡
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Thanks, Dale. You’re very astute. Happy Monday.
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Certain things stay with you, and you embrace them. That’s where our power and desire to write gestates. Sometimes, trying something new and dangerous is alright, too, but never let go of what makes you who you are.
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Thanks. Rob. Good advice, my friend.
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You know I’m a fan of your work, Tosha. I find it very inspirational, and it motivates me to try to achieve greater goals with my lyrics.
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Aww. The feeling is mutual.
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Oh it is a burden being beautiful, huh? Ohh, how do we stand it? By writing “gym” stories, of course!
http://deepdesertbluesii.yolasite.com/trek-ten.php
from another poor old unloved one ~ loving you!
Rawclyde
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Ha-ha. Thank you.
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Please have a beautiful day…
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You too. Enjoy your poem. Very entertaining.
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No, Thank you Tasha.
I learned a new word today, if says anything.
Rob as well, has the words I should remember.
I loved your song too.
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You’re welcome 🙂 Thank you!
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‘autopsy by pen’… what an amazing line.
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Thank you!
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A great piece. I’m surprised someone could break into your cold, dead heart! 😉
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They didn’t
It’s called fiction, asshole!/;) My heart is still a cold dark place.
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Nooooo, reallllllly?
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Nah. Just messing with you. Everything I write is a fact. For example, my next poem is called an Ode to an Idiot and has a very violent theme. It’s based on my friendship with a son of a ……anyway…. Stay tuned
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Ooooooh! Sounds like a lullaby! Can’t wait.
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More like a Grimm’s fairy tale
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For my next chapter, I must jump in shark infested water
for some new material. Perhaps, find another precious
toxin to ingest.
holy! shit! This is powerfully moving and captivating.
Correct me of I’m wrong here…but I believe I’m sensing some troubles in your personal life with a certain love one? Either way, I love this poem a lot. 🙂
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It’s more fiction than fact but based on some emotions I’ve been struggling with.
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ah! I see.
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Indeed, sometimes
All we need is a kind of renewal
With some new material 🙂
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Truly
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Quite unique. This was brilliant:
“For my next chapter, I must jump in shark infested water
for some new material. Perhaps, find another precious
toxin to ingest.”
The whole piece reminded me of a few different circumstances. Quite enjoyable, and blunt too!
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Thank you so much!
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You got it!
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I really appreciate you taking the time to read about comment.
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No problem. Believe it or not had this piece loaded on a tab since yesterday, but hadn’t read it ’till a bit a go. Am really bad about loading many links to read and not catching up to much later \:
But definitely enjoyed it though. And had to comment too! Always figured if someone’s taking the time to write something and if it resonates with you then one should take the time to let them know when possible. Just be glad it’s not still gathering dust on a tab! Totally jesting.
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Ha-ha. I’m honored to have been dusted off 😉
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Great read, especially loving the line “Allowed myself to be autopsy by pen” .. genius
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Thank you!
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Another stunning one(as are all of the writings I read by you!)! So beautifully written! Your style is so rare; I never see anything like it anywhere else. ❤
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Thank you. You’re so kind. I’m really happy you like it
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