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…

Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

First off, apologies for the prior draft being sent out. It was a hectic as shit day and I didn’t get the chance to update the schedule on this. BUT! 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…

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. Till the End of Time Your arms cradle me in my sleep, But when I wake…

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. Let’s start off strong! Armor Put it up Keep it…

Playlist 4 – Depressed [End] Prose Poem

Armor Your Love I caught your ‘sorry.’ Am tangles in a moon girl. I’m low, not that there’s love. You miss quiet, I left unseen. You love the fall, it’s so much you. Love makes. I cry in you, he could love still – who’s the way? With years in time, first ashes to you,…

Playlist 3 – Dark Prose Poem

Playlist: Dark Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Need my Want Bugging pain, grating love. It’s me without me. You wandered. I have and would die. Far/wide, I kill for pain. Need my want. Don’t, I tried and…don’t. You and I, I to me –…

Playlist 2 – Depressed Poem 1

Playlist: Depressed Constraint: Make a poem using the last line of each song from a playlist, then play with the form. Cross Purposes Click for the poem ↓ Cross Purposes Due to formatting issues I had to put this as a pdf. I hope you enjoy! © Michelle Austin and Little Gentian, 2015.

Crawl Into my Mouth

Crawl into my mouth Let me eat you Swallow you down Hot slick blood dripping off my chin Gristle stuck In that stupid gap Between my back two molars

I was Afraid to Tell You

I was Afraid to Tell You   I didn’t want to dominate you. I couldn’t inhabit that world if you wanted it. I wouldn’t be able to follow. That the condom in your back pocket hurt me the most and the thought of your hands on her made me sick.                                                            I needed more. I…

Last Lines

A poem composed with the last lines of random books from Bluestockings.   Holding still, thinking nothing at all, is my biggest accomplishment Greek myths and quadratic equations will come later Now we will sing   F. Premise awoke one morning from troubled dreams to find that her innocence had gone missing.   Make more…