The one I crave isn’t aware of me.
The man I long to hold,
my lustful thoughts lodged
in his belly like hunger pains
forgotten, forgets me.
So I become my heart’s curator
of insignificant, seeing love
this way, through blotted out clouds
and a tenuous contract that I’d never
break. The weight of words growing
heavier with the passing of each year.
Other men perform hard labor
trying to win my wilted hand.
I wish for the hush of his name.
I imitate the motions.
Living means dancing
like I know the choreography.
Then no one notices
I’m with the wrong partner.
Even now I still love the unbearable,
the unbridgeable distance
of the choreographer of my destruction.
I strike matches against my chest.
I peel back my flesh
and wear my the despair out
on a Saturday night.
Languidly, I wobble around
in my heels of suburpia
I write to dreg my nonsensical senses.
Shouldn’t art and love destroy us?
Saturated us?
Redefine us?
Burn through us?
Dark body of my soul fall through
this lonesome space.
You are the ache in my ribcage.
Come read my dreams back to me
on crumpled sheets of paper.
My heart its own Museum of
Unnatural History. I can no longer
separate desire from truth.
-Tosha Michelle
Keane are great.
“Dark body of my soul fall through
this lonesome space”
So much in this it feels like a haiku.
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I knew you would approve of my song selection. 😉
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Great minds and all that 🙂
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Indeed
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Love this… and the song!
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Thank you!
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This is one lovely poem.
And the song is fabulous.
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Thank you!
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Wow. 💕 💕
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Thank you xx
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Of course! 😊
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“Read my dreams back to me” that’s more intimate than most people dare to be. That’s flipping amazing!!! Love it!
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Thank you! 😉
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You are the mistress of pain and how to shed it in words. I bow to thee.
Ya likkle DH
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So my voodoo doll is working…Yessssssssa!!
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It’s been working ever since I unfortunately fell on to your path!
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I’ll ease up a little. I forget how powerful I am. Maybe I’ll even use my powers for good. Probably not but…
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most definitely not! ya blackhearted harridan!
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That’s Madam Blackhearted Harridan to you
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oh, you are definitely a madam!!lol
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If I ever get my hands on you grrr
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Great piece, you’re not just prolific but write amazingly consistenly as well 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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One of your most amazing writes. I loved so many lines in this pieces. WOW
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Thank you, Andrew xx
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U still melancholic? Wonderful stuff Tosha! Check out Keane on Graham Nortons show, his performance here was razor sharp I think! XX
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I’m always slightly melancholic. Love! Thank you. He’s so talented.
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Splendid sadness and darkness in rich verse.
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Thank you.
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“The one I crave isn’t aware of me…”
Isn’t that the way of life…
Unrequited love from a faceless muse
Well done
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Truly and thank you.
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Love this!:)
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Thank you. 🙂
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Interesting and both teasing and pushing. The striking matches across a chest as well as possibly drown, change or burn us for our insolence. Knowing choreography suggests knowing the expected while out order and is at least a double. Nice to think while sleepy as all hell:)
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😉
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😏
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thank you kindly.
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You’re kindly welcome:)
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The desire to be more than a relic, to be cherished, celebrated and understood given the mysteries that are held within a woman’s heart. Not seen as a conquest, instead a partner in dance. Yes, I understand.
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Universal, no?
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I don’t know that it is. Maybe underneath the veneer. Maybe many women don’t know what the underlying desire is…I can’t speak for them, yet I often feel & see the parallels between our written desires. It’s lovely in its pain.
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The Museum of Unnatural History… Gotta love it!
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Thank you xx
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I dread to think!! Haha
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It wouldn’t play that! It said the address is invalid! Piffle
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It was just two lesbians having sex. I’m kidding. It was two little kids arguing.
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Odd ball! Lol
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😉
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This is a great poem, but…do you need a hug?
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Need? No, but I love hugs so I’ll take one! 🙂
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You bled that one.
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I did!
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Emotionaly charged, Powerfully engaging.
“desire from truth.” Sheer beauty.
Oh, let me count the ways.
Love your work of words. ♡
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Thank you so much
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Be still my romantic thunderous loving-from-a-far trapdoor heart.
*sigh*
Goodnight, Poetess of Great Beauty and Flame ♡
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Good morning, Poet of Kind Heart and Great Words xo
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Mornin, Darlin! 🙂 ❤
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Now that’s how we Southerners do it. Time for bacon and grits!
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I’m already heading for the table! 😉
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Oh gosh, this is so good, I think it’s my ALL TIME FAVORITE! Nothing about it is funny, yet you write about me, did I sign a consent form? Since I have to the privilege to laugh at myself, I must tell you hit every high note! Every low note too! You are just too much, thank you, The Academy thanks you as well. Have a wonderful Thursday. ~ Mia xo
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I’m not surprised you don’t remember signing the consent form. You were really drunk. Haha. Thank you.
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You have a really good taste in music 😀
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Thank you. Hope you are well.
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I’m good, thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome. xx
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:))
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Beautiful poem, I love the original version of Somewhere only know by Keane Much better than the Lilley Allen version. xx
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Thank you. Me too. Nice to see you here. I’ve missed you.
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I can only pop in and out but I do read, even if I don’t always comment! ❤
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Gosh darnit! I really miss your poetry. However, I understand your situation. If you ever need to talk. Feel free to email me. My contact information can be found on my page.
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Thank you so much xx
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You’re welcome xx
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“The one I crave isn’t aware of me… So I become my heart’s curator”. My life in a nutshell. Love. xo
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You’re such a creeper. Ha-ha. Love ya
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You’ve figured me out. Love. xo
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Stunning 😉
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Thank you xx
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Love every word and the song as well – so heartfelt 🙂
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Thank you! xx
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Very welcome! xo
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Lovely poem and with one of my favourite songs from Keane
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Thank you. I love him!
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Oh, how the soul longs for love, for connectivity..
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It truly does.
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🙂
May you find love, in the most unexpected of places.
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🙂 xx
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