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Angst in Verse

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cropped-wp-1465485078962.jpgMy poetry knows how to
sing the blues.
It finds rhythm in lost loves,
an empty room, a whiskey shot.
It’s cadence of roving eyes
a wallet devoid of
cash. the desire to stay.
The need to go.
Misery flows from lyrics
that refuse to let it fold.

My poetry channels
Ella Fitzgerald and
dissonant chords of a broken
someone.

It thrives on restless things and memories
that come to life in a song

Moaning the words so fervently, the ink drips
to save me, even when I’m out of tune.
And I can only glimpse
where I’ve been, not where I’m going.
The want for new history
and a new song spurs the poet on.

-Tosha Michelle

 

And on a u related and happy note. I am in love with this song. It takes me to a serene place.

 

A Mind 

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A mind should implode, unfold, and behold all beauty, all monstrosities, lions, joined with lambs, with whales, the ocean, living words, flowing emotions, before the forest dies. Before the notes become too high to scale. Before the sliver coin flips over Before we realizes we are all mice and the serpent awaits.

-Tosha Michelle 

All About Men -A New List 

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 My darling friend Randy is a big fan of my silly lists so this is for her and all you men out there. I must confess these are my favorite kind and it’s about time I did a new one.

What Women Wished Men Knew

1. We don’t like mixed signals. Mixed drinks on the other hand

2. Don’t walk ahead of us. Walk with us and hold our hand. 

3. Chocolate and jewelry will get you out of a world of trouble

4. The kitchen counter, up against a wall, on your desk are great places to place knickknacks or if you can think of something better to do with the aforementioned, we’d be totally down for that

5. Sometimes we cry. Deal with it

6. If were having sex with you, odds are we care, so proceed cautiously when it comes to our feelings

7. When we talk, listen. Yes, with your ears and with your heart and mind

8. Sometimes being romantic just means being there and in the moment

9. Don’t be afraid of that universal, wonderful little four letter word… 

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10. You are unique and special but Beyoncé sums ir up best. Don’t you ever get to thinking

 

Selective or Picky?

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In a totally different vein than my usual posts, let’s talk about the ideal partner.

Here’s my laundry list. I think I may be too picky. 😜

1. Tall. Height is my one superficial quirk. He can be bald and chunky just not short. Hypocritical, since I’m only 5’2
2. He must be loyal, intelligent, kind but not meek. Sense of humor is a must. I need someone who can make me laugh
3. Slightly nerdy but artsy
4. Must like my two daughters and my rock dtar cat.
5. Passionate about life and me.
6. Must love to travel and go out but also happy to just stay ar home and cuddle on the couch
7. Socially conscious. Awake and aware.
8. Liberal minded and urban
9. Affectionate and loving
10. Lastly, he must treat me like a princess 😜

All To Well

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On occasion if I asked
sweetly enough he
would sing to me in
a scale uniquely his own
Baritone and microtonal
And in those moments
I felt i had a part of him
that was solely my own
How he must have loved
being loved
But those cadences held
only fondness for me.
Now I’m trying to relearn
the intervals, to travel
without him among
the thirds and fifths
slowly as they diminish
but what I really want
is to hear those low
notes again.

-Tosha Michelle

London 

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I recently visited the UK.  This was my fifth trip across the pond and by far my favorite. I was accompanied by my lovely friend, and resident fun girl, Kristena.  We met up with one of our favorite Brits and bloggers Alex.  If you read my posts, you know of the Alex I mean. Yes, ladies he’s just as kind in person and even more amazingly sweet. We couldn’t have asked for a better tour guide.

 We had the best time. We were there for nearly two weeks and the days went so quickly. I’m already hankering to go back. I wanted to share some photos with you.  Hope you enjoy. xx



Crushed Flowers

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And these are my flaws
My vices.
Impatience, a tongue
sharp as a guillotine.
Caffeine. Chocolate.
Sarcasm on every occasion.
And unquenchable desire
to be loved.
A heart that is an
exhibitionist who
weeps upon
my sleeve
A fear of monochrome
colors, thunder,
the undone,
petty gossip
and letting go.
A hunger to be kissed
often and with fervor.
An awkward shyness
around new people.
A fascination with
the lure of a snowbound
life.
Not being Christian
enough to turn the
other cheek or Zen
enough to just be still.
The knowledge that my
life is unimportant
in a world with a noose
around its neck but
writing about it
anyway.
I often prefer the company
of books and my cat to
other human beings.
I live nside a cluttered
mind in a pristine house.
And not listening closely
to my Granny and her
treasury of wise words
Most which I have
forgotten, but
I do recall her saying
you must learn
to take what will
be with grace,
that our flaws
bind us
to humanity,
and to never forget
even broken crushed
flowers are beautiful
More fragrant for
their fall.
The infallible blossom
of dtrength and the will
to go

-Tosha Michelle