Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger warning for teenage glorifying of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal please go here Flying…

Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

Finding You Screams of poison terror Rip my heart asunder I’m groping around in the darkness But I can’t find you The insidious drops of water Falling all about me Sound to me of tears Scorching down your face Tearing and scrambling I try to get to you Hard stone and cold truth stop me…

Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Cannibal Dripping blood Splats on the floor Intoxicating stench Weaves its spell The beast has risen…

This Week Ten Years Ago

The Week of 5/14/2006 Witty one liner: I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours. Quote of the week: “Don’t worry, if that question comes [up], I’ll just confuse them.” – Dwight D. Eisenhower Offbeat oddity (courtesy of the planner): It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery…