These Foolish Things

Published on June 15, 2015June 15, 2015 by Tosha Michelle5 Comments

Oder?/Nicht?

Narcissistic and solipsistic
Perfected persona
Brilliant promotion
The Egotist HIM
Reflecting- illuminating
The Parasitic WE

Uppercase Conscience
lowercase nothingness

Exotic occultation
Discarded drapes
Faded facade
Man behind the curtain
Revealed and released

Introverted and reclusive
Urbane and well versed
Boyish and charming
Sly wit- understated grit
Ridiculously insane

Weirdly sublime
Quick to opine
Abstemious but salacious
Burlesque without the bourbon
Cranberry juice- No wine

Awkward and nerdy
Suave and dirty
A foreign culture
One of a kind
an original high

Overtly domineering
Covertly controlling
Maddening manipulator
Lunatic generator
Mischief maker

A shadow rider
Crossing lines

Chess master
Playing minds

A comedy of errors
A tragedy of wills

Mistaken missteps
Decimated land mine

A predisposed assumption
A steadfast exclusion

Forward drag

Seductive reincarnation
Poetic crossbow
Taking aim
Semantics rounds
No error in form
Story crest
Bowed illusion
Target hit

Unfulfilled ghost
Evaporated time
Miscarriage of intent
lies between you and I
Psychological filler
Masochistic reiteration
Empty leads
Bridge-less divide.

Demarcation erased
Dwindling mirage
Mind fog-lifted
Visual adjustment
Heart muted
Watch out
Back to reality I climb

Until..
of course…
next time…

-Tosha Michelle

Brief thoughts on poetry.

Published on June 12, 2015June 12, 2015 by Tosha Michelle15 Comments

Poetry is the coupling of beauty and imagination. It can evoke the strongest of emotions and touch the soul. Of all kinds of literature, it is the most pleasing, stirring, and stimulating. Everyone should read poetry. Acquire the works of the greats: Shakespeare, Goethe, Tennyson, Heine. Read them thoughtfully; mark passages and revisit them many times. A poem is like an instrument—it must be played and practiced on many times before it reveals its tenderest nuances.

Quotes on Poetry

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
-Robert Frost

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
-John F. Kennedy

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
-Allen Ginsberg

Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
-Audre Lorde

Song of the day (watch me undermine my credibility)

Chemical Warfare

Published on June 11, 2015June 11, 2015 by Tosha Michelle11 Comments

Primal

Needful

Elemental

Pleasure

Pain

Intoxicating

Gasoline fueled lust

Battle of wills

Two sides

One winner

Dueling hard and fast

Methods of warfare

Every:

Sigh

Lick

Kiss

Touch

Stroke

Her hands his shackles.

Her body his chains.

His tongue her downfall.

His eyes her weakness.

Swollen lips

Skin scratched.

Hair pulled.

Leaving marks

Licentious act

Gluttonous contortionist

Shove and pull

Liquefying ice

Breaking down walls

Control relinquished

The seduce becomes the seducer

Entangled

Entwine.

War

rages

on.

Atomic bomb

Little death.

Brilliant end.

-Tosha Michelle

Our Lost Spring.

Published on June 3, 2015June 3, 2015 by Tosha Michelle6 Comments

Do you recall our lost spring?
The time of never ending evenings
Long walks through the park
Hands that never parted
Love found amidst dandelion promises
and sweet grass memories

Do you recall our lost spring?
The time of moonshine and fireflies.
Our melody so loud, it drowned out the crowd.
No pretense. Only divine truths.
We didn’t need anyone’s approval.
All we saw was the potential in each other

Do you recall our lost spring?
The time of sweet wine and soul drenching passion,
endless kisses that melted into the night dew,
glistening on a bed we never wanted to leave,
where all I could taste was forever on your skin.
and we pulsated in time, with our own celestial rhythm.

Do you recall our lost spring?
I do. Memories sweep in when the days become short,
and Jack Frost’s icy breath shivers down my neck.
My soul frostbitten. My heart cold.
I close my eves for a brief moment
I can smell your fresh untainted scent.
I’m transport back to our warm sultry lost spring,
where hope dances in on zephyrs
Love beams off clouds of cotton
Spring becomes nectar in my veins,
and withe a faint smile. I savor what could have been.

-Tosha Michelle

Under The Influence

Published on June 1, 2015June 1, 2015 by Tosha Michelle8 Comments

Note-this poem was inspired by the song

“Tear in My Heart” You can listen below.

Under The Influence

She’s an occupant in your bombastic mind.

She dwells there rent free

Evocative. Ethereal..Effectual.

a centaur in cortex of your brain.

Wreaking havoc on your temporal lobe

She hordes your thoughts.

The ones you don’t dare speak out loud.

She’s there in the soundless stillness.

Can you hear her?

Listen to the silence.

Can you feel her?

She’s the sound of your butcher carved heart,

the expression of you tempestuous tortured soul.

The perfect storm birthed out of a dying hurricane of nostalgia, .

She is the coldness of regret, the impish echoes in your thick skull,

drunk on the summer rain pouring down in a caustic shower

You stagger on listening to the water drops whisper

as they fall on the spider web of an abstract ghost

the fallen angel inside your head.

-Tosha Michelle

I loved a boy once.

Published on May 20, 2015May 20, 2015 by Tosha Michelle9 Comments

I loved a boy once with soulful blue eyes,
and sandy locks that always looked delightfully disheveled.
I loved him for his quiet grace and honeysuckle tongue.
The way he kissed me with all of him.
The way I kissed him with all of me.
I loved a boy once when yesterday’s regrets didn’t exist
and tomorrow had yet to meet fear and doubt.
I loved a boy once..in the moment..on borrowed time
with stolen whispers and heart stirring sighs.
I loved a boy once with an exuberance
only young spirits can understand
One breathe
One heartbeat.
I loved a boy once.

Requisition

Published on May 18, 2015May 18, 2015 by Tosha Michelle7 Comments

The catch in your throat
The shutter of your breath
Eyes flutter closed.
Fingertips trailing
Supple skin exposed.
Shivers
Stirring in me something,
base and primal.
The passion
twisting.
coiling,
brewing.
Fuse lite.
I want.
I need.
More
Never enough.
Greedy,
Demanding.

I long to consume you in excess
until our limbs are exhausted,
and you have penetrated my body and soul
with a revered language only you and I know.

Tempest

Published on May 15, 2015May 16, 2015 by Tosha Michelle9 Comments

We’re a calamity,
a certifiable disaster.
There’s no serenity in the way we are going.
I try to be unbreakable and you unshakable,
but we’re splintered by the weight of words.
Shattered, jagged,
shards of glass,
pain and the bittersweet sting.
I see my soul in your eyes.
You’re just as fu**ed as I am.
Maybe we did that to each other
but somehow it feels right.
I’d rather walk in the fractured shadows with you
Bleeding, but alive,
than loll in the sun with anyone else.
catatonic and numb.