I was always clingy
with my boyfriends.
I never really knew
my biological father.
He left when I was
two.
I never got a bad grade.
I did the right thing, but
not evey time.
I never told my mother
about that time I snuck
out to meet my first
love.
The fault that is never
mine, but always is
mine.
The feeling I get when
I get something right.
The despair I get when
I don’t.
I’m not okay with being
alone, but I crave
isolation.
There is an exact ratio
of sugar and tea in
every glass I drink.
I hold onto books,
even the ones I don’t
read anymore.
I’m always nervous
in new situations. I
worry about being
liked.
I get excited over
vintage anything,
but mostly dresses
that sway on my
form.
I like how his eyes
stay on my form
wherever I wear one.
I spent $123 dollars
today at the Antique
Mart. I bought a lovely
Mod Print Dress and
a sequins party dress.
I don’t like parties.
or sequins.
The number of time
I obsess over anything,
over nothing.
The way I hoard my
relationship and worry
he will leave me.
I purposely call him
just to make sure he
is home.
How much I hate
doing this.
How much I
hate doing this.
-Tosha Michelle
When love is near. Lovers who love “love”. It is a strength. Not a weakness. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
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John, that’s a lovely outlook. Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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That’s a beautiful poem, Tosh. x
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Thank you.
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“The fault that is never \ mine, but always is \ mine.”
The way you’ve broken your lines here serves this stanza so well.
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Thanks xx
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You are a Reformed Southern Belle. 🙂 Love.
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Aspects of life’s journey that most won’t say aloud, yet carry like a burden. You say it with such emotion and grace. Beautiful.
Ellie xo
(Elena M)
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Ellie, thank you for writing this. Much love.
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My god I love this!
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Thank you.
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Great stanzas in your poetry form.
I felt the experience you detailed in this poetic style.
Incredible and brilliant write. 🙂
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Thank you for getting it. I intentionally wrote this in a simplistic way. I appreciate you getting the subtext.
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You are welcome. 🙂 I got curious of your poems…so I thought I read it and sure enough, I liked your writing very much. 🙂
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I’m so pleased you like my poetry
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So honest and moving. Lovely poem.
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Thank you so much
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This is a really good psychological study of a woman wanting, Tosha — I like it a lot! And the repetition of those last lines is just great because it shows how much the woman is still clinging to the man — nice touch.
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I knew you would get it. Thank you for that.
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Get it, got it, loved it — you bet I did! You’re most welcome!
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Thanks again x
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😉
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This is so moving. What you leave unsaid here is every bit as powerful as what you say. xo
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Terry, much appreciated
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Wow! This is so honest..
Made me not feel so alone. Thank you ❤️ so good…
(((Hugs))))
My favorite line…
The fault that is never
mine, but always is
mine.
I know this line so well!
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Thanks. I was hoping it would be relatable.
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simple in words & lines….with meaning…honest flow of words
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Thank you!
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Thank you for sharing your soul with us. This is beautiful as are you. And, I did not “hate” that you wrote this xo
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Thank you
Love c
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Wow! Really touched a visceral nerve….beautifully written…deeply felt by me…
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Thank you. That means a lot.
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Really powerful poem!
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Thank you for reading between the lines! 💕
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Tosha, I’m really sorry for hearing your pain through your poetry. Bit let me tell you it is one of the best poems of yours. 🙂
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Thank you so much xx
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This is so beautiful. 💕
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Thanks 😊💕
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Always. 💕
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You don’t need my praise, but nonetheless your poetry is overflowing praiseworthy 🙂 I will order your book of poems and store it in my bookshelf, together with the other great souls like Pablo Neruda and Rilke.
May you be blessed without end,
Mark
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So kind. Thank you!
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What is life without poetry and the courage to expose the nerve?
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Repressed
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I feel that way some still, a little less than when I was younger. We good girls never can change completely, I’m afraid. You write it so well xo
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That’s so true. Lots of love
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Continue to maze with your sweet poetry this one has a undertone of sadness but it is beautiful.
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Thank you. You know I love your poetry too
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you are most welcome T and Thank you xxxx
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💕
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Welcome to “normal”. Love. xx
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Ha? ❤️
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Right there with you. I remember this time in my life. Beautifully written.
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Thank you so much
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Wonderful and honest.
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Thank you
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Actually this could be me, though I new my father, but he was often away doing work overseas, or in another town. For the rest this could be me, I often go into the garden to be on my own, one often needs the space to think and compose, but i love having people around to talk to, especially my wife Genevieve. Very honest poem, and hope you can find happiness, and a wonderful person to love, best wishes and blessings, Charles. 🙂
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Thank you. You’re lovely!
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Thanks so are you (blush, blush) strength for you… Charles, 🙂
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Ha! Thank you. Likewise
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Sigh…
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😛
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You are so beautiful, My penciling wonderful friend..I love this piece almost as much as you. 💕
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Aww. Love you too
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Beautifully ambiguous, yet purposefully, or purposely, plain. Leaves many meanings unsaid.
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Thank you so much
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This is radiantly, defiantly, neurotically human. I completely related to the paradoxes within. I have a mountain of unread books, which I keep as an life insurance policy because I’m not dying until I read them all. (Hint: keep buying books and you’ll never die.) – Moskowitz
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We can hope 😊💕
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I swear to God, you and I not only share similar thoughts and words, crave being alone, yet still believe that complimentary person will show up one day, never knew our fathers, but still grew up alright… we also have the same wp theme for our blog. I mean really. How fucking awesome are we?
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We are pretty freaking amazing! Imagine if everyone was like I was. The level of awesomeness would be off the charts.
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This one seems very personal and I love it. Funny, I was just thinking to myself that I need to write character that wears sequins.
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Ha’ you could buy a sequin kilt 😜
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