I sit. Heart in hand. I
create. Some of you
may turn away from
the blood. The red
spilling over. It’s OK
if you do.
Sometimes it scares
me too, but still I
hold it. Palms out.
I’m giving you what
frightens me. This
is me saying, yes, I’m
still here.
I give you my less than
moments, my insecurities,
my madness, my ideas
about life and love, my
shrine of longing.
My heart slipping from
my hands, falling past
my knees to the floor.
Falling toward your
shadow I hope you
will pick it up.
Feel the hopeful
beat that wars
with my still
soul and chaotic
mind. I give you
my wounds.
We connect through
our pain, my friend,
my reader. Through
the hornets in our
coffee cups. Our
syllables of what
we can’t forget.
As we suffer together,
fear becomes less.
Our hearts beat stronger
Place them on the
dashboard like a
plastic Jesus.
It’s doesn’t matter if
they leak on the
floorboard. It only
matters that we travel on,
even if we’ve misplaced
the map, even if our sanity
becomes displaced, even if
we drive down a reckless road
on a moonless night.
Understand, if we want
heaven and angels,
sometimes we have
to ride around with
our demons.
Understand, sometimes,
darkness is the heart of
life, of beauty, of art.
-Tosha Michelle
YES! I understand this, fully. We are, connected. Fantastically written!
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Thank you. I for some of us we right for ourselves first and it is such a cathartic release
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Without darkness, we can never truly grasp the love that light can give. Truly profound.
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Thank you xx
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This is brilliant!
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That’s so kind. Thank you
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Welcome 😉
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nice-
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Thank you x
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Beautifully intimate and at the same time, quite a Grand Epic. Very nicely done.
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Thanks. Always nice to hear from you. Hope all is blissful in your world
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Mostly. I have a lot more time at present to attempt to be creative, which is always nice. Have a lovely day.
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Lucky. Enjoy it while you can!
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“through the hornets in our cups” … I raise my goblet to you, toasting this incredible piece Tosha!
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Diane, thanks. Happy Thursday
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And to you kind heart!
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❤️
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Beautiful, Tosha. Simply beautiful. You have captured these emotions perfectly.
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Aww thanks Louisiana
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Tosha, this is really good. Haunting. Engaging. One of your best! I especially like ” It only matters that we travel on, even if we’ve misplaced the map, even if our sanity becomes displaced, even if
we drive down a reckless road on a moonless night.” I want to repost it on my blog under my “Poems By Others” page with a link to your blog. Congrats! I love it!
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That’s very kind. Thank you so much. I hope you are well and happy
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You’re all heart Tosha – sending you love 2nite ❤
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Thank you. Sending loads back
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🙂 ❤
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Tosha, one of my followers at http://theaccidentalpoet.net commented “beautiful” on your work titled “Life’s Poetry.” I wanted to let you know. You have a great gift. I always enjoy seeing what you’ll come up with next. Happy to reblog your poetry any time!
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Aww thanks. That’s really lovely
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The connection is beautiful and Tosha, you are magic, beautiful, and intellectual. 🙂
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Awew thanks for always making me smile
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Smile is good for the health. 🙂
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It really is. Hope you have loads to smile about today.
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That was brilliantly written.
B.
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I’m so glad you liked it. Wishing you a wonderful weekend
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To you as well Ms
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That last bit totally nails it!
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Thanks 🙏
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The darkness declares your sincerity, keep writing it is memorizing.
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Thank you!
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Reminds me a touch of Sylvia Plath’s tulips, but more connected to a wider world. We read to know we are not alone… thank you for this beautifully visceral piece
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Thank you so myself
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You are very talented:) I love the gothic-red vibe I am getting from this.
Keep it up 🙂
http://www.poetrypost.co.uk
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Thanks so much
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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❤️
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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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This is beautiful
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Thank you so much
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im in love with this
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Aww thanks
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“It only matters that we travel on…” There is so much in this moment
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Yet we often fail to realize it at the time
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Yasssss…. awesomness, I fully get it
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Thank you 😊
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Nice one. I like the lines
“We connect through
our pain, my friend,…
As we suffer together,
fear becomes less.”
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Thanks so much
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Those are my favorite too, especially since I write too, and I love connecting with my readers
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Thanks. What an honor 😀 I’m glad you liked it!
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You’re welcome xx
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I’m confused how my second reply got there… it was on accident as it doesn’t even make sense to be here! Lol
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Ha. I just went with it. Ha
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Appreciate it! Ha
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😜❤️
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Wonderful!
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Thanks
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Ones darkness connects to the next.. This is amazing
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Thank you so much
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So good! 💕
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Thank you 💕
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I love this – especially the ‘hornets in our coffee cups’ line. It was wonderful!
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Thanks so much. I appreciate you reading
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