“I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd”
Tag: poetry
Find The One
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
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
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! 😜
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.
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””
What Love Is
Love isn’t
a weekend in Belize.
It’s not flattery.
Rarely, the perfect fit.
It isn’t cake and schnapps
or a walk by the river
with Thoreau
Love is
a photograph cropped,
rearranged, often marred
It’s an arsenal of joy,
of pain, a loaded gun
Locked, fired, reloaded,
fired again.
It’s salty, gritty
rarely sweet, at times solid
at others, a noddle slip
off a chopstick.
It’s a Rorschach test
a complex algorithm
disordered thoughts
Films never get it right.
Songs sometimes do.
Love is
difficult,
a chalkboard lesson,
in Mechanics and
Special Relativity
Love is
a Dixie cup
full of gin
the brush of angel’s wings
horse’s hooves in hell
Love is
true.
Seldom,
but when it is,
it wears sensible shoes.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 