We Belong

“Many times I tried to tell you
Many times I cried alone
Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone
Don’t want to leave you really
I’ve invested too much time to give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together”

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Where the Ash Fell


If I never see you again.
I hope it all goes well.
You find the one I wasn’t
That the roses you stake always
climb the trellis.
And you find a job that’s
more than stellar.
Remember you deserve all
the happiness in the world
The gifts you received
and those you never got.

I’ll never blame you or the
fire for the ash you
left behind. I’ll just
remember the light
And the last time I saw you
when you so frivolously
said just wait there
my dear although the woods
were pathless and there
was only anguish to collect.
You still carved a diamond in my head
even as the storm washed away
the sun. The flame somehow revived
Always surviving best in places
it wasn’t meant to burn.

-Tosha Michelle

Poetry

It feels safe to reside inside poetry. It’s my escape route.
Real and imagined.
Here I can live multiple lives
My feelings are diverse, if I tire of one emotion, there’s always another close as the ink on my hand.
Poetry holds my heart, and understands like water, I’m perpetually in transition. My words take on many forms. Some are steeped in reality. Others, solely fantasy, perhaps, live perceived in a parallel universe.

My soul never grows static in verse. My poet self, helps me gain confidence to live life as my real self, to have the courage to balance monotony and forgive the world its drudgery.

-Tosha Michelle 

Choice

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His shirt is devoid of him.
My dress is much too
pretty to put on.
This day is an easy
choice. Tomorrow,
might not be.

The flames fan to
a jar of splinters
we chopped the
night before. The
fire takes what is
giving freely (without
thought)

I choose to take the
heat in his eyes. I step
out of the shower.
and notices the sexy
message he left
for me on the mirror,
Now the glass is
less full of clean
me.

We make our decisions
We become our choices
We become pleasure
We become pain.

Life with all it’s options.
Roads to choose.
Do we drift or stay
on course? Turn
forward? Turn back?

We make love and tea.
Pillows spill from the bed.
We roll around on the floor
wallowing in soot.
A mop is the only response

Dawn slivers through the
window and across our
bare skin.. The sun winks
at us through a wave of
white. The sky, tall and
blue, curtsies. Taunting
us through the window
pane. The sky and sun
knowing (of course) that
they are an easy choice.

-Tosha Michelle

Love is a Unicorn From Hell

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I first posted this poem back in September of 2015.

“Let’s get lost, in a romantic mist”
I’m mad about you.
Lock me away
in your sanatorium
Make me your inmate.
No opiate needed
Just Pavlov’s reflex and
Plath’s bell jar
brimming with malaise

“Let’s defrost in a romantic mist”
We could fall into fast love
Buy lottery tickets
Gamble our savings away in Vegas
Eat dessert and cake for breakfast
Topple from a tall building.
Fall into a broken story

Act like the savages
Walk instead of drive
Collect vinyl records
Slow dance to Miles and Chet
Read Tennyson, Poe, and Whitman

Make love until our brains fall out
Until everything is blurred
Time is reset
The gravy ‘s all gone
And it’s “Now what?” “FINE” and “Oh well

You’ve got a splinter in your thumb
I’ve broken a tooth on crushed ice
Nirvana is reshaped and bent and
Dystopia is all that is left

“Mmm, let’s get lost, oh oh, let’s get lost”

-Tosha Michelle

Here I Go 

Hello lovely ones. Just a few random thoughts from a chaotic mind. Firstly, I’d like to say that, I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to read and follow this blog. It means the world to me. I’ve connected with some really wonderful and talented folks.  I’m grateful for those connections and I know that some of those friendships will carry-on for many years to come. Having said that, I will be cutting back on the amount of time I spend here. Life has taken on a very busy tone of late.  I will still be posting but the frequencies of my posts will be more sporadic and sparse.  My goal is to at least post once a week.

Secondly, I don’t want to get political but I will say that now more than ever, I am praying for our country.. It should be noted,  I’m not even a particularly religious person.  It is my hope that love and tolerance will always win out of over hate and bigotry. it’s up to us to hold our leaders to a higher standard and demand that they govern with dignity, integrity and compassion.

Steps off soap box and looks for cake. Hands you a piece.

All besr,

T.