Poetry Blog by Michelle
There's something wrong with me.
In that place where other's are
I know I'm dying and I'm dying everyday
There's something wrong with me
I can't explain
I can't "get a grip"
It's the story of me life, I just don't fit
there's something wrong with me
that something's always been
In that space where other's sleep
I lie awake and dream...
Saturday 6th April 2019 3:51 pm
In the years that followed she left no time for sorry
Days and nights were spent in clinches and with the cliches of travel
to hold and be held,
the most holy of desires,
became necessary and consuming
Only when the last cock crowed did she feel the hope of new lives leave her soul,
where she’d held and cherished them
There are still more roads to travel
paths she’s yet t...
Sunday 27th May 2018 7:58 pm
See how they love
See how they live
wrapped-up in glib
Saturday 16th September 2017 2:07 pm
is now added to the sum of me
I am less
Saturday 16th September 2017 2:05 pm
time and distance are all you need
time came and went
distance grew farther
yet, here I remain
caught between being there, and being here
Live in the here and now, I say
but, time and distance have a toll
and I must pay
Thursday 21st April 2016 6:16 pm
I imagine you in the low-slung bough of a giant tree
it’s skin smoothed by the weary backs of those that came before
There you rest, telling the time only by the cooling of the day
I see the beach with a carpet of fine white-sand
a warm sea rushes to meet your feet as you idle by
and a balmy breeze touches your shoulders with its breath
I hear an engine distant and movi...
Monday 1st February 2016 12:27 pm
I want to remember you as a book I read
I want only to recall you from that shelf in my mind
where I place my favourite books
When I see you, I want to think of you as someone who looks a little like…
It would not matter then how many other readers you have
that same description of you will conjure their version
of your eyes and your smile, not mine
I would not be jealous...
Thursday 28th January 2016 11:36 am
That anchor of hair on his chin
The soft lines that bracket his face
The creases that furrow between his brows
Forgetting and remembering him
All at once
And every day
Saturday 15th August 2015 10:12 pm
We’d stare and drink
We’d say we couldn’t care and drink
We’d talk and drink
He’d smoke and drink
We’d argue all night long and drink
I’d cry, we’d drink
He’d cry, we’d drink
Best have no time to think, just drink
We’d sleep then drink
We’d eat then drink
And further into sorry we’d sink
We’d sit and drink
We’d stand and drink
Let’s drink and just stay drunk we’d...
Thursday 13th August 2015 1:52 pm
I made another's face not mine
a mask of colour to hide behind
I painted lips of ruby red
to frame the lies that would be said
I rouged my cheeks to feign a blush
in skin so tired blood does not rush
eyelashes layered and stuck with glue
eyelids I gave a greenish hue
mascara, black, layered heavy as lace
no trace of truth on a made up face
Friday 17th July 2015 2:06 pm
He doesn't see the world in black and white
he sees similes and hues
analogy and metaphor
there are letters in the black of flying birds
and flowers chatter in a woodland breeze
He sees a headland at night as a crouching panther
He hears polite applause in the fall of water on a sandstone fountain
He sees beauty in the face of Sappho's loss
and warmth in the arms of Poseid...
Wednesday 15th July 2015 8:44 pm
He does this sort of jig when he’s drunk and still drinking
Like a lazy footed Mohammed Ali
bobbing back and forward from knee to knee
I watch fascinated by this unconscious dance
Him gaining and losing his balance
momentarily locking out the bend from one knee
steadying himself briefly
until the locked knee gives way
and he’s jigging again
His smoking arm has a pur...
Thursday 2nd July 2015 7:53 am
The one with the man that looks like you
The one I fell asleep watching
The birthday present one
The one your mother gave us
The one I watched when I was ill
The one from that afternoon
The exercise one I couldn’t do
The one no-one liked but you
The dubbed one
To name just a few
I boxed, and got rid of
just like you
Sunday 3rd May 2015 9:26 pm
"It isn't love", he said
"Any love would know this isn't love", he said.
And so I sat.
And in those hours I asked my love to leave.
And when I woke my love woke too,
and everywhere I went that day my love was there.
"Don't dwell", I told my love.
My love just smiled,
and I knew my love would stay with me.
Friday 1st May 2015 7:43 am
Chewing like a cow at its cud
Close your mouth woman
I don’t want to see that green thing chase that brown thing
Around and around and around like clothes in a dryer
Close your mouth woman
How long does it take you to chew?
Swallow, please swallow
And while you put your throat to use
Please wipe the spittle from your chin
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:40 am
I’ve been here before
I recognise this dark place
I know its knocks and turns
familiar its edges and barbs
Like a terse tongue his mood licks
at the barely closed wounds from earlier words
Movement draws a swirl of dead air beneath the covers
Skin glances in unseen depths
shivering in the chill
hunch and roll
the sound of his sigh roars ...
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:38 am
Astride your back feeling the meat of you
Your heat absorbed by my naked blushing centre
Open hands sweeping the drained muscle beneath
Fingers playing tendons like keys on an old piano
A growl, a moan, a groan that rumbles through my core
A pressure point that you beg I explore
Heels of my palms pushing relief, pressing warmth
A flex of desire pinched between finger and ...
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:37 am
Today I wore fuck-you blue
caught a hail stone in my hand
and watched it melt
waited for an on-coming car to pass
then crossed the road
looked for alternative words for reality
and that is all
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:36 am
As I pass then parry with haste
You may be much bigger
but your size is a waste.
Take that and twice more
As I parry with plume
You’ll never defeat me
you say with a boom.
And back you swine!
I assert with a lunge
And back, and back,
away you vile gunge.
Mal-parry and I wince
His line it fell true
Redoublement be damned
I had t...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:03 am