If there’s one thing I love almost as much as poetry it’s dresses. Today I give you my fashion sense and a song. New poem coming soon. 💕 Happy Sunday y xx
And one of my favorite songs
“Come on, and we’ll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on, and we’ll try, one last time
I’m off of the floor one more time to find you’
“We’re like Romeo and Juliet
We’re like 40 dogs; cigarettes
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet, but will
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living ever after, happily”
Sometimes we have
to move beyond the full
length mirror, the curled
hair, the made up face,
the audience waiting
for a grand illusion.
We’re all an imperfect play,
hoping someone will take
note of the things we leave
out. See beyond the war paint
and hot iron, and find enchantment
in a confusing plot. We want someone
to love our secrets, our darker selves as they
tumble off the stage, stained
crimson from the fall, to love
our grief, our less than moments
where we dance over our own shadow, into chaos.
Someone who’d traded their own conflicts
and essentials with us, take our hand,
pull us up, and show us something generous,
pure and beautiful.
Incomplete, but together we
walk into the night,
all our bitter truths in the wind.
We journey on, our own fallen civilization
of happenstance romance. Finally, understanding
this is love, this is love the way the broken do it.
-Tosha Michelle
I haven’t participated in the WP awards in ages, but having been nominated by the wonderful and inspiring…
https://emergingfromthedarknight.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/the-liebster-award/
I felt I couldn’t refuse. Please check out this amazing blog.
Oh to participate you :
Shake the hand of the person who nominated you with gratitude, providing a link to their blog.
Provide answers to the 11 questions they gave you.
List 11 fun facts about yourself.
Here goes
1. If you were granted one wish what would it be? This sounds so trite and beauty contestant silly, but world peace. There’s just so much chaos and hate out there , it would be lovely to live in a world without both.
2. What is your favourite season and why? Fall. It’s just a magical time of year. The air almost sparkles. I swear I’m not drunk… yet. Kidding
3. Have you ever had your heart badly broken? By whom? A few times and always by people I loved dearly. I guess that’s why they call it heart broken. The wonderful thing is there’s usually something better in stone for us. No sense holding on to something that hurts you. Love the people who love you. They’re the ones who matter.
4. What makes you cry? Aside from heartbreak, everything . Ha! Injustices, sappy movies, songs, every time I consider who the president is.
5. What makes you laugh? My family, friends, Jom Stewart, my morning mirror self..
6. What person inspires you most on your journey of life and why? My parents. I can’t pick just one They’re both amazing people who never back down They have taught me so much and passed on a love for reading, music and nature
7. Who is your favourite author? F. Scott Fitzgerald. He had such a lyrical style
8. What is your favourite food? Spaghetti Yum!
9. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I’d be less critical of myself
10. What is your most treasured possession and why? My sanity. Ha! I have a few special items that I hold dear.
11. What do you think the most important quality in a person is? Loyalty and kindness. Again, I couldn’t pick just one.🙂
11 Facta About Me
1. I love anything vintage
2. My mom almost named me Suki
3. I’m random and prone to break into a song at odd times
4, My celebrity crush is James Purefoy
5. I’m a fast reader. I usually read 3 books a week
6. I’m clumsy but not clueless
7. When I was a child, my nickname was Jabber Jaws
8. Despite that, I am an introvert, prone to bouts of shyness and social anxiety.
9. My favorite song is “Falling Slowly”
10. I have no time for shallow minded, fickleness.
11. I currently have these lyrics stuck in my head, British accents and all “We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control.”
And now…
Provide a list of your own 11 questions.
Nominate 11 other bloggers by providing links to their blogs.
I can’t pick just 11 bloggers so this is for anyone who would like to participate.
Here goes:
1. If you were a mixed drink, what would you be?
2. What’s the theme song of your life?
3. How would you define yourself in three words?
4. What got you into blogging?
5. If you could only look at one cityscape for the rest of your life, which would it be?
6. Coke or Pepsi?
7. What does your perfect day look like?
8. Favorite song?
9. What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever heard?
10. How would you define love?
11. What’s the best advice someone has ever given you?
“I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd”
Find the one who focuses on your
mind and not just the shape
of your curves.
The one who disrobes
your soul before discarding
your clothes.
Find the one who doesn’t
only immerse himself in
your softness, but in your
tangled spirit too.
The one who isn’t afraid of
your summer storms, or the
way you wear your imperfections
like a tree weighed
down by its vines.
Find the one who will listen
to you even when your tune
hints of dark dissonant notes,
and a song composed in rain.
The one who is hungry to
learn your history and how
each blade of grass shifted
and grew.
Find the one who sighs
your name not with regret
but with aliveness.
Seduction in the frequency
but tenderness too.
The one who loves you
whether the stove flames
or the kettle burns.
Find the one who sees you.
not just in the sun’s reflective light
But when the sky dims too.
The one who looks at you
like you hold spring in your
hands, the bluebirds, the
green grass, and a thousand
wildflowers too.
-Tosha Michelle
Happy Sunday beautiful WP people and Chris 😜. I give you the finest feline in all of feline kind. You better recognize! He’s 14 pounds of pure awesomeness and a stage 5 clinger. I don’t mind though. He’s just so darn cuddly. I’m going stop before this gets weird. What’s that? Too late? Oh well . 😜
I also bought a romper the other day and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Trying new things with my hair, makeup and wardrobe. It’s always an adventure.
Ok and now for some music. On a Keith Urban kick recently. This is my song for Tucker. 😆. Really like it and Carrie is adorable. Listen, it will give you the happy feels.
Better to be alone than devalued.
There’s beauty in soliloquies too.
Sometimes your optic nerve will trick you into thinking you’re falling into the soft cotton of him, only to discover it was wool instead.
If you do find a comfortable place to rest. Treat him like your favorite chocolate or mixed metaphor.
Kiss him often and don’t fear the heat of the scald. Let him read the face of your soul.
Remember, better to be a beloved lover than just a lover.
Be brave and risk climbing star laced trellises. Eat the wild raspberries.
Honey and milk under the tongue should always be spiced with peppermint and truth.
You can do better or worse.
There will be seasons of weeping willows and years of cherry trees. Savor them.
So called friends are like your favorite cereal, easy to find.
Real friends more like magic seeds but if found, can grow oak trees that will anchor your city for a lifetime.
Don’t be afraid to strike a match but expect your thumb to get burnt.
The easy way out ends on the last train to nowhere.
Trust is the taste of sunshine but know lightening is always poised to strike, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth.
Forgive anyway
No matter what your age, it’s never too late to compose yourself in the stardust and consort with the sky. You define the view.
Hold onto the roses, crushed a little each year, they’ll become the attar of you. Recognize their fragrant worth.
Don’t wear out your voice calling for someone who doesn’t answer.
Leaves always depart. Let them go.
Refuse to dwell in an asylum of your own making. Tear it down and use the ruins to build a retreat
Don’t be afraid to forge mountains bare-handed and trees bareheaded.
Always dream like a kite gliding over a serene landscape, but be aware of diseased branches out to snare you.
A million flowers bloom inside of you. Let them spill out onto the pages of the world.
-Tosha Michelle
Renewal happens in stage leaps
and high dives.
Under the water waits another
life, another world
Listen to the keening of the day.
Spring always comes around again.
The sun doesn’t move but we can.
Don’t be afraid to shimmer
to put on new skin.
Let your heart be hungry
Knowing whatever you become
next will be better.
Shed your claws, your regrets
The air is brighter but the time
finite. Jump into the arms of
the novel of your life while
there still time to live the story.
-Tosha Michelle
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