It began when I transcribed
the temporal glint in his eyes
as light. Content with my
my own imaginings.
Quuck to accept my own deceit.
Hungry for a time only for desire
sliced in two.
I failed to noticed when he didn’t
take the knife
And how the sky dimmed as it gave
into longing.
The bruised fruit pulled from the branch
left to adorn the grave.
Now I collect the seeds that
remain in a mason jar
My heart painted blue.
My hands stained from
the pickings.
-Tosha Michelle
And sometimes I sing. My cover of mg favorite Coldplay song.
https://m.soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/the-scientist-coldplay-cover
As the leaf whirls across
the the mercurial landscape
The wind sounding like
something injured.
Don’t chase it. Let it go.
The monochrome sky
knows lost comes
with each season’s transformation
None of us spared in the end
Why fret so?
Put on your wool coat
wander in the leaves that refuse
to vacate the ground
Make this a day best remembered not
for what has gone but for
what remains
-Tosha Michelle
I just want a corner to lie
down in.
Pull the covers over
my heart.
Let it get buried in
snow.
Somewhere underground
where the coordinates get lost
A hideout from worry and the
slow burn out of life.
My calendar whited out.
My fingers too cold to hold.
My lips too raw to kiss the end note.
And I can live in the moment
before.
A frozen vessel alone
in the stillness.
My soul encased in a thousand
miles of Arctic air.
-Tosha Michelle
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When my life becomes
hard. I write away in
my notebook of dreams
that lives on my desk.
I take a short cut through
ink to be with it.
My pen
of angst spilling out
particles of love. desire,
fears.
I wonder how the pages
can ingest them all. My
constant purging of
emotions. Trying to
convey with words
truth before time
distorts it and it
becomes an artifact in
the Museum of
UnNatural History.
At times the fog
likes to exert control
over my verse. Longing
tend to be blind to
reality and reason.
It never sees things
as they are. The poet
trying to alter the
past and its asterisk
Poetry becomes a
contraption of denial.
Truth fight its way
through pages
watermark by tears
to sit on my back
like a weighed
pack, pulling
down hard on the
straps. Reminding me
how flimsy
my poetry and life
would be without it.
-Tosha Michelle
I liked the Tin Man song so much, I decided to do a cover. Hope you’ll give a listen
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
You don’t know how lucky you are
“I’ve been on the road that you’re on
It didn’t get me very far
You ain’t missing nothing
‘Cause love is so damn hard
Take it from me, darling
You don’t want a heart”
A photo I took recently and my favorite Adele song. Happy Sunday. Hope it’s one to write about and remember. 💕
Old school style. Happy weekend, beautiful peeps xx
“Why do you keep a comin’ around playing with my heart?
Why don’t cha get out of my life and let me make a brand new start?
Let me get over you the way you gotten over me, yeah, yeah
Set me free why don’t cha babe
Get out my life why don’t cha babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
‘Cause you don’t really love me
You just keep me hangin’ on
No, you don’t really need me
You just keep me hangin’ on”
Everything I Never Told You 