On days like today.
I wish I had a hand to hold.
arms to embrace.
a smile to calm me.
a shoulder to rest my head upon.
My restless mind won’t be still.
thoughts turning in constant motion.
Feeling empty.
Weary in spirit.
Tired body.
On days like today.
I wish that the presence I missed,
missed me and was present.
I swear I am not as angst filled as my poetry might suggest. 🙂
I Cried.
I cried for you.
Drenching my pillow.
Liquid fragments of a broken soul.
They left a trail from my heart to my cheek.
so much angst and sorrow.
a ballad of a dark kind of madness.
Tears falling down.
Each drop a cadence of gut wrenching pain.
The reverberation of nothing and everything.
Crashing down.
In a crescendo of grief.
Leaving me mute.
My version of “Clean”
MUSIC by Charles BaudelaireWith breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
“In the night, i hear ’em talk,
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless…
How could you be so heartless?
Oh… how could you be so heartless?”
My cover of “Heartless”
a poem in progress.
Some people see the world through rose colored lenses
happy to bask in the cotton candy haze
of denial while sitting under a gumdrop tree
Feasting on the nectar of blissful delusions
Their eyes only see beauty and peace.
Some people see the world through scratched, dirty lenses
Lenses marred by a lifetime of hard use.
Futilely trying to clean the glasses in a pond of
skepticism and regret.
Their eyes only see negatively and hate.
Other people break free of the lenses.
2020 vision is within their reach.
These people know
that sometimes the road to hope begins with despair.
that pain and love often walk hand in hand.
They refuse to play peekaboo with their problems.
Instead, facing them head on.
Their eyes see the world as it is-both the good and the bad.
She left on an orange blossom morning.
with a suitcase full of forget me nots
and a map of the stars.
trotting down an uncharted path.
Singing a tune.
she misplaced long ago.
Taken the bridge out of Eden.
over a river of forgotten dreams.
Seeking solace and shade
under a willow tree.
melting into spring green and new beginnings.
You walk in
and my sanity walks out.
I’m just your victim.
I always fall for your inescapable charm.
Forgetting it is only a ruse.
to mask your Medusa’ gaze.
Go ahead toy with me.
You always win.
Ruminate in the ruins of me.
You’re a vulture.
leaving behind death and decay.
Go ahead.
Swallow me whole.
I’m lost in the breast of your parasitic whim.
all that’s left is the carcass of a once innocent soul.
-Tosha Michelle
Only Words.
by Tosha Michelle
What does it mean to be a poet?
I spend so much time with paper and pen.
Rehashing what was.
Regurgitating what could have been
Lost in my mind’s madness.
Moving like the speed of light.
Trying to catch some long gone comet in the sky.
My words hit or miss.
What am I trying to convey?
I’m stuck in creative recession.
Maybe, I’m just a fool.
Drowning in syntax and emotions.
I Loved Him.
by Tosha Michelle
I loved him once.
the boy with summer in his eyes.
I wanted to offer him the luster of asbestos
to stroke the flames of an autumn fire.
Instead I watched him fall.
into a bed of thorns.
Sharpen and ready.
waiting for the unwise.
He lay before me.
bleeding poison.
adorned in the pains and wounds
of a love untouched
a rosebud erased.
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
Everything I Never Told You 