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Do You Know Me?

Published on by Tosha Michelle5 Comments

Do you know me?
The girl behind the glasses..
The girl in the vintage dress
The one who has spent her life
Lost in books and quiet meditation.
Sheltered from a world of hurt.
But still always questioning her worth.
The girl who had lived her life
Behind guarded humor
And a world of dreams
Hiding.
Afraid of ridicule
Harsh critique
Shallow judgments
And illicit schemes
A friend of caution.
Always existing just to please.
Focusing on everyone’s else s need.
Do you know me?
The girl behind the glasses
What lies beneath the surface
Of that woman child called, ME.

-TMW

Goodbye Neverland

Published on by Tosha Michelle14 Comments

 

This is a poem I wrote about the loss of friendship.See below.  At the time, I wasn’t ready to embrace letting go.  It’s funny how we meet certain people and just know they are fated to be in our lives forever, but the universe has different plans. Reflecting back, I now understand that not all friendships are meant to last although every friendship has a purpose.  Friends come into our life for a reason. They offer us just what we need at that particular moment in our lives..They help us grow…that growth could take a week, 6 months or years, but when we have arrived at our spiritual destination it is time to move on, time to let go..Letting go is never easy. It hurts!  But the best thing we can do for ourselves is to keep looking forward and believe that everything is as it’s meant to be.

Letting go means letting go of fear. letting go of guilt, and letting go of blame.. Don’t be afraid to move on. People will always fall away, and hey sometimes they fall back.. However, we have to live in the now, to know that for the time being we’ve learned all we can from them. Don’t grieve for what is lost but rejoice for what was. Friendships are sacred and they reflect who we are. Just as we change so do they. Things don’t happen to us. They happen for us.

If there’s one lesson life has taught me is the only constant in this world are the hands of time and change..Roll with it…

Goodbye Neverland

Sunny days, walking along the beach

Collecting fragile seashells and memories;

That must not to be overlooked or forgotten.

Sitting and basking in the sublime breeze

As the tides rolled in, lulling us with a sense of peace.

We talked about books, politics and philosophy

And we argued about the latest trends;

All the while we reflected on life in all its intricacies,

As we marveled at the crystal blue waters;

Like a marvelous friendship that never seemed to end.

Blanketed by serene winds belonging to no land,

I sat with my lost-boy from Never-Never-land.

The dreamy landscape forever expanding

We were taken away to mystic distant realms afar.

Suddenly the clouds rolled in,

The wind turned cold and the sky dark and gray.

I reached for your hand thinking,

We will run and hide from the rain together; but

You were nowhere to be found.

Left alone with the ominous sounds of waves

Crashing on the shore, I called out for you, but

The thunder cracked the air, silencing my breath away.

Where did you go my friend?

I need you now to guide me home.

Who will help me board up the windows?

I cannot secure the house all tight alone all night.

Was it just an illusion, thinking you would stand with me and fight?

How could you leave me alone battling the storms?

Consumed with pain and fear for our friendship so fragile,

That it could not withstand mere earthly elements.

Just like a storm, we grew together, raining our tears,

Until we ceased to be; just as a storm ends bringing about

The inevitable clear blue skies of fair weather, friend.

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Love Lost

Published on by Tosha Michelle4 Comments

Love can be unconditional, pure, lustful, unrequited,, uninhibited, immoral, religious, familial, and lost. These are two poems I wrote about the latter.

Nostalgia enters.
Melancholy takes her cue.
Tantalizing and haunting melodies fill the air.
Sitting transfixed lost in echoes of the past-
Nostalgia is lost in a reminiscent trance.
Clinging to ephemeral dreams
Melancholy’s carnival of variegated colors
Illuminates the stage in her mind
Whilst churning away through the scenery of her mind.
Memories linger…
Revelations of the soul’s misdirection
Unveil a plot left untold.
Remorse…regrets…the awful longing that always comes-
With bittersweet remembrances of
Myths of love promised forever.
The mist-bound dreamer chained to chords of reasons
Recalls an ancient season.
The lights go up the curtain falls
Leaving the audience- to wonder and
Longing for another chance to
Make Love to a one true romance.

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Remember at the station, waiting
on the train, on that sultry summer day?

We stood lost in an embrace, breathing in
each other that way. that awful, terrible,
perfect mad and delicious way that took us
to the shrouded place.

Remember at the station that day, waiting
on the train, as the wind hummed a lovers tune?

She sang of sublime ends, from supple beginnings.
the alluring medley of serenity in a war of rhyme
on the sharp bloody edge of Neverland and Narnia,
the peaceful enchanting interlude of rage & myth.

Remember at the station, that day, as
the train churned closer and we cussed goodbye?

His steam a prelude to our eternal kiss, the sun
soaked, never ending fuel of light, of love, of
heat. Basking and bathing, merged and emerged and submerged, Dancing and swaying in time
with golden chariot and the huntress.

Remember at the station that day, as
the train tugged away, on a endless track?

We gazed as it came — as it came — as it went
through the crossroads. We did not know,
our own separate, distant destinations,. Our own
rail-less wild paths cut into unimagined mountainsides
You to the west, me to the east.

Remember the station that day as
the train, conducted our last kiss?

That gaping wound where our lips met. Where
we learned cruel fate is hot love and all love is
the calamity of un-armored battle. We all go under

wrong or right. Each of us blankets miles and the ground
is nothing but a shifting litter with irascible iridescent hope and hurt-dulled dreams, unfulfilled plans and schemes.

Remember the station that day, waiting
in twilight until we forgot and travelled on, and on

alone, with only prayers of new Twilight to set
in stony slumber with hard solace of old loves loss
then found again.