“In the night, i hear ’em talk,
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless…
How could you be so heartless?
Oh… how could you be so heartless?”
My cover of “Heartless”
Tag: poetry
Cotton Candy Haze
a poem in progress.
Some people see the world through rose colored lenses
happy to bask in the cotton candy haze
of denial while sitting under a gumdrop tree
Feasting on the nectar of blissful delusions
Their eyes only see beauty and peace.
Some people see the world through scratched, dirty lenses
Lenses marred by a lifetime of hard use.
Futilely trying to clean the glasses in a pond of
skepticism and regret.
Their eyes only see negatively and hate.
Other people break free of the lenses.
2020 vision is within their reach.
These people know
that sometimes the road to hope begins with despair.
that pain and love often walk hand in hand.
They refuse to play peekaboo with their problems.
Instead, facing them head on.
Their eyes see the world as it is-both the good and the bad.
Orange Blossom Morning.
She left on an orange blossom morning.
with a suitcase full of forget me nots
and a map of the stars.
trotting down an uncharted path.
Singing a tune.
she misplaced long ago.
Taken the bridge out of Eden.
over a river of forgotten dreams.
Seeking solace and shade
under a willow tree.
melting into spring green and new beginnings.
Only Words.
Only Words.
by Tosha Michelle
What does it mean to be a poet?
I spend so much time with paper and pen.
Rehashing what was.
Regurgitating what could have been
Lost in my mind’s madness.
Moving like the speed of light.
Trying to catch some long gone comet in the sky.
My words hit or miss.
What am I trying to convey?
I’m stuck in creative recession.
Maybe, I’m just a fool.
Drowning in syntax and emotions.
I Loved Him
I Loved Him.
by Tosha Michelle
I loved him once.
the boy with summer in his eyes.
I wanted to offer him the luster of asbestos
to stroke the flames of an autumn fire.
Instead I watched him fall.
into a bed of thorns.
Sharpen and ready.
waiting for the unwise.
He lay before me.
bleeding poison.
adorned in the pains and wounds
of a love untouched
a rosebud erased.
Tangled
Cover me in your mesmerizing verse.
You words kiss my skin.
I’m lost in lyrical bliss.
Intoxicated by your rhyme.
Pulsating with your rhythm.
Recite your ballad between the chords of my legs.
Your anointed tongue
licks the core of my soul.
Stroking and coaxing my emotions.
Tangled up in the wildness of poetic expression.
I come undone.
-Tosha Michelle
Tea Time.
The kettle of my mind.
Boils over and spills on the pages.
Words saturate.
Evaporating regret.
Burning away fear
Creative impulses take over.
Absorbing my muse in every line.
-Tosha Michelle
Reminiscence Notes
“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning
Nostalgia echoes
Chattering for the past.
I try to grasp the reminiscence notes.
The melody is bittersweet.
I dance with memories in my hallucinating solitude.
My scars are bare. A testament to what once was.
What could have been scratches and picks at them.
Bleeding for the remains of love, buried in a transcendent alcove.
The devils hide there taunting the mind.
Only satiate when I drown in grief
and choke on the ashes of yesterday.
-Tosha Michelle
Beautiful Disaster
He hides his coldness behind a mask of charm.
His true intentions only to disarm.
Lies escape his lips
That never tell.
He plays the game so well.
He is an obsession
A handsome vision
With one glance you’ll be smitten.
He’ll wrap you up tight in his contradictions.
Fanning the flames
Of your incineration.
Poem, music and artwork by Tosha Michelle
Go Away. No, Wait a Minute.
I love humanity. I hate humanity. The poem below was written when I was in people overload. All my life I have been an over giver. I’m like a drunk trapped in a bar. The need to do good, to help people overwhelms at time. Mentally, it can be draining. Sadly, we can’t help everyone, we can’t fix everything. Perhaps, it should be said. love one another always, but don’t forget to love yourself in the process. Slow down. Breathe. Listen to your inner voice. Sometimes, we have to take care of ourselves, before we can care for others.
 
Disconnect.
Thank you for the invitation
But I really must decline.
Please don’t call.
My heart is not at home.
I just want to be left alone.
Sometimes the reason
Doesn’t match the rhyme.
My love for humanity has taken a ride.
Verbal exhaustion
Mental fatigue.
Disconnected.
The number you have reached
Is no longer in service.
Please try again later
“Moods that take me, and erase me,. And I’m painted black”
Everything I Never Told You 