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Between the Covers

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I want to go deep into the book of your soul. Show me truth even if the pages resists. Tell me your heart so I can understand your part. I don’t want to wade through a flimsy plot. I want a character-driven tale with meaningful dialogue. One I can read tenderly; one that makes me think. I want to feel your words resonating inside of me, to take them to a deep place, a place that honors the connection flowing  between us, where a whole orchard of new chapters can grow.

-Tosha Michelle

Listen to Use Somebody Kings Of Leon Cover (Take 2) by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud

The Self

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The self always strikes
dissonant chords,
the world of her mind
never quite at peace.
More often, the self walks
along imagination’s street.
Here she is free from
monotony and fear.

The self wants? What?
A freezing shot of clarity?
The pulse and throb
of a sexy life?
The bruised scent of strawberries?
Piano keys and satin sheets,
a world free from hate?
The sweet salt of a lover’s skin?

The self never can seem
to get it right.
She offers herself to pen and paper.
Writing her rebellious truths.
She travels along on words
in moonlight visions,
casting a poetic sheen.
Plunging toward that place
you aren’t allowed to dive,
but the self does anyway.
Here she comes alive.
Here there’s no bottom.
No end. Here the self can
tell you anything.
Watch the self
spilt herself open.
times three.

-Tosha Michelle

“Everything that drowns me, makes me wanna fly”

Particles

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For J and P

We no longer exist,
but there still residual
dust to clean up.

Butterscotch wrapped in
clinging plastic.

The pull and tug of the
invisible.

Your arms.
The only sun.

The evening a chance to
yearn for a fresh dawn.

-Tosha Michelle

My cover of Taylor Swift’ s”Last Kiss”

Listen to Last Kiss (cover, vocals only) by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud

On Becoming a Raven

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The beautiful edgy woman
with the death stare
is sure I’m a one way door.
The all American girl,
a one shot deal in
illuminated skin.

She would never suspect
that I drink in
crows like the sky,
that I find clarity in chaos.
that I drowned Barbie
in a pool of cement,
that I may look like a black and white
1950’s candy sweet darling.
But inside my heart wears
leather, tattoos, a storm brews
beneath my skin.

The years giving me
color and form.
taking me from
red blush to blood red.
as summer turns to fall.
Underscoring the
damp edges of my soul.
Finally, growing
into my backbone.
I’m the other side of her
projection now.
A soul reborn feral.

Finding beauty in asymmetry.
Nurtured by rainfall that pools
into darkness.
Filing my nails on thorns.

Naive Southern Belle no longer.
The nightingale turned
into a raven with teeth.

-Tosha Michelle

My Plea

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Typical, I’m already lost
and you house is nowhere
in sight. Dusk is setting in
and there goes my light.

All day I sat near the
pine tree watching the
birds fly away from the cold.

The long limbs of the branches
shedding their yellow and gold.

Fallen leaves all around me,
crushed to the earth. I see
just the tip of the solitairy
orange leaf I have hoped for.

-Tosha Michelle

Starlight

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Sleep unraveling from her soul,
she takes his hand.

They walk through a garden
at midnight.

Her bare feet sinking into the
lushness of the grass.

The moon plays hide and seek
between the weeping willows.

In the morning, she won’t remember
her dream, but she will remember
a feeling and the residue of moon dust.

In a poem she’ll reflect on
how the stars drew near to her.

In words, those stars become
her constellations.

They are like a million hearts
yearning…. burning.

Her poem reaching back to
the sky. Beckoning-

-Tosha Michelle

Winter Song

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Winter will always take the light.
The birds will go too.

The cold returns.
The leaves abandon the trees.

You live with it.
You survive.

Knowing it doesn’t matter,
you still hold the birds in the
lushness of green.

The magnolias bloom.
Alive in your mind.

-Tosha Michelle

Life in x’s and o”s

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On those rare occasions when the
stars in the sky fail not to disappoint
And even the earth is winded from
the sky’s beauty.

Stop. Just for a moment
and let the night light absorb you.

Our lives are painted as simply and as
haphazardly as a pre schooler turnned loose
with their first art kit. Leaving a trail of x’s
and o’s behind us in the grass until the
entire lawn shifts.

Tonight, for a second, let’s tear away
the leaves from a trees and dance
with the branches to the song of
a whippoorwill

In the morning, the sun
will pull us forward.

-Tosha Michelle

Here I Go Again

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Hello lovely ones. Every now and again, I like to plug a friend. OK, that sounds weird, or maybe I just made it weird. Anyway, my friend Alex has a wonderful blog, you really need to be following. Alex is a true gentleman and just a really sweet and caring soul. He’s also single. Ladies take note.
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His number is….

OK, I’ll let him give his digits away.

But I digress. Don’t I always?

If you’re into TV, music, travel, photography, and kind hearted Brits who like to play twenty questions and discuss everything from ice cream to art then Alex is your guy and his blog is for you.

Follow him!!

https://alexraphael.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/lines-of-the-day-thebigbangtheory-2/