Cover me in your mesmerizing verse.
You words kiss my skin.
I’m lost in lyrical bliss.
Intoxicated by your rhyme.
Pulsating with your rhythm.
Recite your ballad between the chords of my legs.
Your anointed tongue
licks the core of my soul.
Stroking and coaxing my emotions.
Tangled up in the wildness of poetic expression.
I come undone.
-Tosha Michelle
The kettle of my mind.
Boils over and spills on the pages.
Words saturate.
Evaporating regret.
Burning away fear
Creative impulses take over.
Absorbing my muse in every line.
-Tosha Michelle
“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning
Nostalgia echoes
Chattering for the past.
I try to grasp the reminiscence notes.
The melody is bittersweet.
I dance with memories in my hallucinating solitude.
My scars are bare. A testament to what once was.
What could have been scratches and picks at them.
Bleeding for the remains of love, buried in a transcendent alcove.
The devils hide there taunting the mind.
Only satiate when I drown in grief
and choke on the ashes of yesterday.
-Tosha Michelle
He hides his coldness behind a mask of charm.
His true intentions only to disarm.
Lies escape his lips
That never tell.
He plays the game so well.
He is an obsession
A handsome vision
With one glance you’ll be smitten.
He’ll wrap you up tight in his contradictions.
Fanning the flames
Of your incineration.
Poem, music and artwork by Tosha Michelle
I love humanity. I hate humanity. The poem below was written when I was in people overload. All my life I have been an over giver. I’m like a drunk trapped in a bar. The need to do good, to help people overwhelms at time. Mentally, it can be draining. Sadly, we can’t help everyone, we can’t fix everything. Perhaps, it should be said. love one another always, but don’t forget to love yourself in the process. Slow down. Breathe. Listen to your inner voice. Sometimes, we have to take care of ourselves, before we can care for others.
 
Disconnect.
Thank you for the invitation
But I really must decline.
Please don’t call.
My heart is not at home.
I just want to be left alone.
Sometimes the reason
Doesn’t match the rhyme.
My love for humanity has taken a ride.
Verbal exhaustion
Mental fatigue.
Disconnected.
The number you have reached
Is no longer in service.
Please try again later
“Moods that take me, and erase me,. And I’m painted black”
My cover of Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams
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Remember at the station, waiting
On the train, on that sultry summer day?
We stood lost in an embrace, breathing in
each other that way. that awful, terrible,
perfect mad and delicious way that took us
to the shrouded place.
Remember at the station that day, waiting
on the train, as the wind hummed a lovers tune?
She sang of sublime ends, from supple beginnings.
the alluring medley of serenity in a war of rhyme
on the sharp bloody edge of Neverland and Narnia,
the peaceful enchanting interlude of rage & myth.
Remember at the station, that day, as
the train churned closer and we cussed goodbye
His steam a prelude to our eternal kiss, the sun
soaked, never ending fuel of light, of love, of
heat. Basking and bathing,
merged and emerged and submerged,
Dancing and swaying in time
with golden chariot and the huntress.
Remember at the station that day, as
the train tugged away, on a endless track?
We gazed as it came — as it came — as it went
through the crossroads. We did not know,
our own separate, distant destinations,. Our own
rail-less wild paths cut into unimagined mountainsides
You to the west, me to the east.
Remember the station that day as
the train, conducted our last kiss?
That gaping wound where our lips met. Where
we learned cruel fate is hot love and all love is
the calamity of UN-armored battle. We all go under
wrong or right. Each of us blankets miles and the ground
is nothing but a shifting litter with irascible iridescent hope
and hurt-dulled dreams, unfulfilled plans and schemes.
Remember the station that day, waiting
in twilight until we forgot and traveled on, and on
alone, with only prayers of new Twilight to set
in stony slumber with hard solace of old loves loss
then found again.
-Tosha Michelle
My thoughts are trapped in my head.
The elevator is missing.
My muse has fallen down the shaft.
The ink in my pen is running dry.
The page remains blank.
The words are dead.
Don’t tread lightly on the weight of words.
Walk with purpose.
Silence breeds fear,
Fear builds walls.
Speak your truths & go.
-Tosha Michelle
I don’t desire to be the other half of your soul.
I want to be the one who prompts you to remember
that you are already whole.
-Tosha Michelle
How do you live inside your one sided parasitic brain?
To you the world is black and white.
No room for blues or grays.
You capitalize on people’s fear
Distorting the truth with lies
The spin starts here.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 