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. Deep Down He didn’t mean it Defenses rise Out fly lies Why do I do this?…
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Baby Michelle was a Melodramatic Romantic
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. Colors Fluttering eyelashes over green eyes Tickle my palm like butterflies in flight Unable to know…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
Welcome to the new Tuesday installment! 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. Caress Your voice slides over my skin A silk caress…
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…
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. Blood She stands there tall and beautiful Her hair flows free down her back Blood coats…
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. Black It’s all black, It’s the color of my soul, The world doesn’t understand my mind…
Playlist 3 – Depressed Prose Poem
Playlist: Depressed Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Pretty is Empty of You Angels in angles: there in your sound are vague hands and eyes. Touch of rain meet complicated balance. I’ve the perfect theories, run of what’s out front. You – suffering was right….
Haiku
I was required to compose a haiku about myself and so, being the overachiever that I am, I wrote 8 of them. Seven are below because I submitted the 8th one for something and I’m not sure if I am allowed/should post that here. Enjoy! Quick smile, easy laugh Quiet beneath, watchful eyes Open,…
Little Gentian 