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. Darkness Darkness, It’s pressing in Suffocating Devastating It surrounds me as I fall Down Down to…

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…