And Everything. And Nothing..


I gave you my love
You gave me your disregard.
I lived with it.
Feeding on the bramble.
You left me at daybreak
But as night fell, I still
waited for you, everywhere.
Trying to tape the fallen
leaves back to the trees.
You were just an illusion
on the way to winter’s frost.
This is nothing no one
has never written before.
Injuries manifested in black ink.
The dimmer the light to write
becomes, the more I have
to say to you.
Now even your bare branches
have left me
This the greatest hurt of all.
All that’s renains is a disquieted
ghost, a flickering of fireflies.
This is the life of us
All the cells meant for dying.
I deserve better luck than you.
You deserve karma’s acid touch
But still I wish you well.

All that’s lost is found in the eyes of spring.
Eyes that love my beauty, not just the
outer part, but what
lies within.
The imperfect probable
mess that is me.
A season that see me as salvageable.
As someone who belongs
in the memoirs of its life.
This is my karma.
Sunlight that finally follows me.

-Tosha Michelle

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Stage Leaps

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 

No. 3905

Hey y’all. Check out the original Brit’s blog. This guy has been a good friend to me for the last few years. Just when I think he’s gone, he’s back again, in full cheeky mode. Funny, how he pops up just when I need a pick me up. He’s one of the few people who really gets me and still likes me. He accepts me as I am, and always makes me feel special and appreciated. You know the type that would give you a big hug anf be happy to pose in pictures with you making silly faces, and post them everywhere. The type  who thinks you’re cool, not for how you look, but for who you are as a person and never makes you feel less than. He will also make you up some onion gravy, but gross to that. 

You’ll love his poetry and quirky nature. He’s fun to insult too, but maybe, that’s just fun for me. Ha!  Really though great guy and his girlfriend is an amazing photographer. I mean she even makes him look good! 😜

Madstoffa's crunchy house!

Wonder Why. By C A Middleton © 2018

The mirror to his psyche smashed.

The curtain’s torn; his temple trashed.

He sees no way of shaking

The wart-ridden effigy of self.

His mountain’s crumbled into dust.

The frame of fortune turned to rust.

The signs are pointing further

From any personal wealth.

The time has come to wonder

Why the sun still shines.

As he attempts his damnedest

To erase the previous lines.

The birds have all got tonsillitis.

They croak as they try to delight us.

The clouds are full of shit

Sprinkling on our heads.

Marvin Gaye is scratched and weak.

The demons are the ones to keep.

They pray upon our hands and feet

As we curl in bed.

The time has come to wonder

Why the sun still shines.

As he attempts his damnedest

To erase the previous lines.

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Laying the Blues Down

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I’m tired of dragging my
hurts round like a stick
along jail cell bars.

And my tune always broken,
and the warden always asking
for some change.

Let me lie down on a cot,
or in the middle of the floor
and scatter my grievances
and self abuse all around.

And wait for another inmate
with a bottle of whiskey
and harmonica, who knows
how to play the blues, to
come and sit down beside me

And we’ll harmonize our angst
like pressing a finger to a bleeding wound.

And our hearts may be broken organs,
but we’ll pluck a banjo from it’s strings.

And we’ll sing until the night
opens for us like a door.

And let our song carry us as
far as the sky will go or, at least
to Chicago or St. Louis.

There we’ll swallow snowmelt, and
take our self doubt underground.

Finally laying those
melancholy blues down.

-Tosha Michelle

Lived It

This song makes me so nostalgic. If you grew up in the Sourh during the 80s it might just resonate with you too. I sent this to my brother. The second verse is so him.  Happy Sunday.❤️

“Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
In a different language you might not understand
Oh, that’s alright
That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit
Back in time ’cause I miss it
You wouldn’t know to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it
And man, I lived it”

Upon Being 


Let the sunshine caress you,
as if it were a lover.
Live today like it is everything
you have.
Don’t be afraid to let the wind
bend you.
Feel the tenderness of the garden.
Take in the color, scent,
and aliveness of the flowers blossoming.
Let the sky’s blue direct you.
between what’s your’s and what’s their’s Feel the richness of the grass
under your feet.
Let nature be the cure that relieves you. If only for a moment, be well

-Tosha Michelle

and another song by The Maine Yep, still om that music kick 🙂

Life, Music And The Maine

Things

1. Four more weeks and I’ll have my Master’s degree.  Yes! Graduating with honors too.  
2. I’m currently interviewing for criminologist jobs and adjunct professor positions. 
3. I’ve been asked to contribute one of my poem to a journal publication and another for a book
4. Planning a trip to Quebec City in the fall. It’s looks like a gorgeous, historic place.
5. On a negative note,  tired of the news. Burnt out on it all. Maybe I’ll stay in Canada. Ha!

Overall life is good and I’m please to be finding my footing. Better late than never. F. Scott was right when he said …

“For what it’s worth… it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you’ve never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start over again.“

And now for some music!!


Maine isn’t just a state you know. Check it out and have a wonderful Sunday xx


“In the backseat of the taxi. When you told me we were only two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind. And in the backseat when you asked me”Is the sadness everlasting?” I pulled you closer, looked at you and said “Love, I think it is””