“I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now.
And I wanna come home to you.
But home is just a room full of my safest sounds.
‘Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my three A.M. shadow.
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.
I wanna sleep next to you.
But that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now and talk me down”.
Category: Music
The Rinse Cycle
Tonight I want to forget
monotony and how the
washing machine is full
of a basket of drudgery
and disappointment.
Tonight, I want to spread
myself across the pages
of a dream. I want to forget
time and its incessant
reminder of how short
it is. Always bound to
its restraints.
Tonight I want the luxury
of silk sheets and camisole.
I want to lie in a sea of
classical music, to slip
under your brushstroke
and stay under until the
morning.
Tosha Michelle
Unsustainable
That fall he carried his notepad everywhere.
And on those crisp evenings,
I felt him shape and merge
words with paper.
Above us an inky sky,
and I longed to be nothing
but the syntax and nuances
taking form in his mind.
I rest my head on his shoulder,
watching the swaying of his pen.
I become one with the shuddering lines,
that won’t be still.
They reach out and caress my heart.
Stalling my breath.
Touching me here and here.
For a moment, I’m what he shapes.
What he imagines.
I glimmer in edges of the dark lines,
until the words splinter from me
The lines, like the writer,
elusive as the stray wind.
-Tosha Michelle
Old Love Letters
Imagine discovering a box
of old love letters.
At first glance the language
is hard to decipher,
written in the secret code
of lovers.
A past you can barely
recall. The girl
you were long since gone.
You marvel at his
dotted Is and counterstrokes,
knowing now he had
something to hide, that he
left no clues.
But now you know to read the
movement, the pattern
of his hands. You’ll trace
the beauty and betrayal
of young love by
the placement of
the periods, the allusions
and faulty script.
The blueprint of heartache
and blue eyes.
-Tosha Michelle
Leaving on a Jet Plane
This covet goes out to my friend Randy. Lovely woman You can find her blog here.
https://newsnotes1.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/the-i-team-the-pupils-final-examination/
I would also like to thank my friend Danny for his keyboard work and harmonies on this song.
Hope you enjoy
You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me…
but you better Ha!
Hello everyone. It’s time for another cover. This one goes out to the lovely and artistic Benjamin. He’s also a wonderful writer. He kind of has a bad boy vibe going but in a sensitive way. If you get a chance check out his blog at https://benjaminprewitt.com/
You’ll love it.
And now for the song My version of Dusty Springfield’s “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me
https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/you-dont-have-to-say-you-love-me
For Mr. Modigliani
Hello lovely people. Below is my latest cover. This is dedicated to the dashing and dapper Mr. Modigliani If you aren’t follow him, shame on you. If you enjoy erotic poetry, beautiful art and insightful musings, his weblog is for you and you and you and yes, even you.
https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/
and now for my caterwauling
https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/take-it-easy
and for some real coolness
Wherever I Go
Borrowing a musical page from my friend. Casey. Have a lovely weekend everyone.
Almost Do
I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don’t
I almost do,
I almost do.
“Almost Do” Taylor Swift
And Everything
He makes my heart leap
But i’m so very careful of the rocks
In the distance I see the lush
greenness of the vineyard.
The roots true. The vines ripe
Do I have faith in the landscape?
It still looks abstract from here.
I walk on with my shoes of hope
wearing clear blue skies and a
thawed out soul.
Still I worry about a change in
the weather, falling into a ravine
My spirit like a sacred dare
challenges me to forget my fears,
to journey on deeper into what
could become less or more.
His voice in the distance
permeates my darker self until
all I see is sunlight.
Who can say what dust will bring?
Wine or a cloud spun our of
misguided fate?.
For now the light glimmers
How freeing it is branching
it’s way out into the unknowns.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 