Find The One

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Find the one who focuses on your
mind and not just the shape
of your curves.
The one who disrobes
your soul before discarding
your clothes.

Find the one who doesn’t
only immerse himself in
your softness, but in your
tangled spirit too.
The one who isn’t afraid of
your summer storms, or the
way you wear your imperfections
like a tree weighed
down by its vines.

Find the one who will listen
to you even when your tune
hints of dark dissonant notes,
and a song composed in rain.
The one who is hungry to
learn your history and how
each blade of grass shifted
and grew.

Find the one who sighs
your name not with regret
but with aliveness.
Seduction in the frequency
but tenderness too.
The one who loves you
whether the stove flames
or the kettle burns.

Find the one who sees you.
not just in the sun’s reflective light
But when the sky dims too.
The one who looks at you
like you hold spring in your
hands, the bluebirds, the
green grass, and a thousand
wildflowers too.

-Tosha Michelle

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Feline Madness 

Happy  Sunday beautiful WP people and Chris 😜. I give you the finest feline in all of feline kind. You better recognize! He’s 14 pounds of pure awesomeness and a stage 5 clinger. I don’t mind though. He’s just so darn cuddly. I’m going stop before this gets weird. What’s that? Too late? Oh well . 😜

I also bought a romper the other day and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Trying new things with my hair, makeup and wardrobe. It’s always an adventure.

Ok and now for some music. On a Keith Urban kick recently. This is my song for Tucker. 😆. Really like it and Carrie is adorable. Listen, it will give you the happy feels. 

Dear Female 


Better to be alone than devalued.
There’s beauty in soliloquies too.

Sometimes your optic nerve will trick you into thinking you’re falling into the soft cotton of him, only to discover it was wool instead.

If you do find a comfortable place to rest. Treat him like your favorite chocolate or mixed metaphor.

Kiss him often and don’t fear the heat of the scald. Let him read the face of your soul.

Remember, better to be a beloved lover than just a lover.

Be brave and risk climbing star laced trellises. Eat the wild raspberries.

Honey and milk under the tongue should always be spiced with peppermint and truth.

You can do better or worse.

There will be seasons of weeping willows and years of cherry trees. Savor them.

So called friends are like your favorite cereal, easy to find.

Real friends more like magic seeds but if found, can grow oak trees that will anchor your city for a lifetime.

Don’t be afraid to strike a match but expect your thumb to get burnt.

The easy way out ends on the last train to nowhere.

Trust is the taste of sunshine but know lightening is always poised to strike, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth.

Forgive anyway

No matter what your age, it’s never too late to compose yourself in the stardust and consort with the sky. You define the view.

Hold onto the roses, crushed a little each year, they’ll become the attar of you. Recognize their fragrant worth.

Don’t wear out your voice calling for someone who doesn’t answer.

Leaves always depart. Let them go.

Refuse to dwell in an asylum of your own making. Tear it down and use the ruins to build a retreat

Don’t be afraid to forge mountains bare-handed and trees bareheaded.

Always dream like a kite gliding over a serene landscape, but be aware of diseased branches out to snare you.

A million flowers bloom inside of you. Let them spill out onto the pages of the world.

-Tosha Michelle

No Easy Bake 


It’s rarely ever simple for
men or women, even as
they lie entwined in bed.
Sharing their lives and secrets.
There’s always the flickering
of the night light,
stars catching flame overhead.
What is it that lovers need
to love endlessly, a flight map
of scars, the coordinates to
Neverland? What if
the compass is broken?
Can we draw another map.
In the morning we’ll venture
out beyond eggs and grits
to the edge of the moon
where it might be possible
for us to hold on or let go.

-Tosha Michelle

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

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! 😜

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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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