May 2016 – Page 2 – Everything I Never Told You

The Self

Published on May 17, 2016May 17, 2016 by Tosha Michelle132 Comments

The self always strikes
dissonant chords,
the world of her mind
never quite at peace.
More often, the self walks
along imagination’s street.
Here she is free from
monotony and fear.

The self wants? What?
A freezing shot of clarity?
The pulse and throb
of a sexy life?
The bruised scent of strawberries?
Piano keys and satin sheets,
a world free from hate?
The sweet salt of a lover’s skin?

The self never can seem
to get it right.
She offers herself to pen and paper.
Writing her rebellious truths.
She travels along on words
in moonlight visions,
casting a poetic sheen.
Plunging toward that place
you aren’t allowed to dive,
but the self does anyway.
Here she comes alive.
Here there’s no bottom.
No end. Here the self can
tell you anything.
Watch the self
spilt herself open.
times three.

-Tosha Michelle

“Everything that drowns me, makes me wanna fly”

Particles

Published on May 16, 2016June 23, 2022 by Tosha Michelle53 Comments

For J and P

We no longer exist,
but there still residual
dust to clean up.

Butterscotch wrapped in
clinging plastic.

The pull and tug of the
invisible.

Your arms.
The only sun.

The evening a chance to
yearn for a fresh dawn.

-Tosha Michelle

My cover of Taylor Swift’ s”Last Kiss”

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Casey Said So Y’all

Published on May 14, 2016 by Tosha Michelle17 Comments

This is pretty sweet. If you aren’t following this pirate, you’re missing out on some fine booty. I’m taking about his poetry. Geez

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Endlessly Over

Published on May 14, 2016May 14, 2016 by Tosha Michelle69 Comments

Loving him was like all four seasons
in one afternoon.

Clouds became hot air balloons.

An hour seemed like a day,
a day like year.

The sun was changed.
The earth was too.

Even the tides felt the riff.

Only the moon through the magnolias
saw how it would end.

The day that seemed like a year
sinking below the horizon.

What they had indistinct.
The efforts of loving undone.

Clouds in arsenic now.
The seasons burned red.. then out.

-Tosha Michelle

On Becoming a Raven

Published on May 13, 2016May 13, 2016 by Tosha Michelle93 Comments

The beautiful edgy woman
with the death stare
is sure I’m a one way door.
The all American girl,
a one shot deal in
illuminated skin.

She would never suspect
that I drink in
crows like the sky,
that I find clarity in chaos.
that I drowned Barbie
in a pool of cement,
that I may look like a black and white
1950’s candy sweet darling.
But inside my heart wears
leather, tattoos, a storm brews
beneath my skin.

The years giving me
color and form.
taking me from
red blush to blood red.
as summer turns to fall.
Underscoring the
damp edges of my soul.
Finally, growing
into my backbone.
I’m the other side of her
projection now.
A soul reborn feral.

Finding beauty in asymmetry.
Nurtured by rainfall that pools
into darkness.
Filing my nails on thorns.

Naive Southern Belle no longer.
The nightingale turned
into a raven with teeth.

-Tosha Michelle

Even The Sky Surrenders

Published on May 10, 2016May 11, 2016 by Tosha Michelle65 Comments

He appears out of nowhere,
the beautiful man in an Italian
suit, shirt open in a sensual V.
His shoes, polished and preened.
His grin speaks of wanton
ways and sultry things.
His lips scream of even wilder play,
a body slow on chiffon pie and E-Z chairs.
Surely he’s the hero of her dream
(at least for a poem).
He sweeps her away with his
immaculate hands, up the stairs
the walls whisper of sin and lace
as he explores the stars and constellations
of her body. Heaven for a moment not
so far lost. The night opening
She endlessly loses herself
beneath his music. His spirit. Her spirit.
Reckless like a full mooned night,
where even the sky surrenders.
Paradise found in crumpled sheets on the floor
and the long dark dialogue of the flesh.

-Tosha Michelle

My cover of “Slave to Love” for Alex

My Plea

Published on May 9, 2016May 11, 2016 by Tosha Michelle45 Comments

Typical, I’m already lost
and you house is nowhere
in sight. Dusk is setting in
and there goes my light.

All day I sat near the
pine tree watching the
birds fly away from the cold.

The long limbs of the branches
shedding their yellow and gold.

Fallen leaves all around me,
crushed to the earth. I see
just the tip of the solitairy
orange leaf I have hoped for.

-Tosha Michelle

It’s a Trap

Published on May 8, 2016May 11, 2016 by Tosha Michelle20 Comments

It’s a Trap
COIN
Written byJay JoyceZach DykeJoseph MemmelMore

I don’t know where I went wrong
Is it fate or just bad luck?
Tangled up like crawling vines
I’m back here for the hundredth time

I could wait for you
If you want me to
And it’s a trap my dear

And it’s a trap my dear Creep out for a midnight drag
You said you’d quit, this one’s your last
Maybe I take it all for granted
You only need me when you’re heavy handed

All the wasted youth
Tells a bitter truth
Oh, oh

And it’s a trap my dear
You weren’t always eager to follow
I could wait for you
If you want me to
Oh, oh

And it’s a trap my dear