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Michelle S Jan 2013
How could I be cold when
I'm on fire with passion
It burns through life to char
What doesn't belong.
Turns it to ash so it will
blow away in the wind-
Leaving in the absences
space to flourish for
Everything that's right.
Vibrant with new life
What's left to grow,
Determined to let the
Best in me represent
The rest of me.
Michelle S Dec 2012
Tremble with anticipation
Search for inspiration
Every color, every word
Every thing holds a key to
What’s hidden beneath its
Surface of a calm exterior
Benign and insignificant until
Skewed just the right way
Turned just slightly off center
And tilted in the light of
A morning’s first touch of dawn
Or the dusky haze of evening
Sometimes only glimpsed from the
Corner of your eye, looked upon
Only barely different than
What would be usual.
Whatever it takes,
Turn the key.
Written as a gift
Michelle S Dec 2012
I write so free without constraint
Give me a frame to chain down
Ideas that are half formed and
I lose my inspiration there's just
No anticipation about what I might
Have to say when I'm locked in to
A context fitting your liking.
Michelle S Dec 2012
Awake all night
Might as well be
Asleep when I'm
Part of the day
Cold with the realizations of
All my mistakes.
Michelle S Dec 2012
I have always been a **** up
And a dreamer.
10 words
Michelle S Nov 2012
Your friend asked me what my tattoo meant
And I had already had a bit to drink so
I wasn't shy when I turned around and explained.
Your eyes had me from that point on, they're amazing
You know, I was mesmerized from the start.

Sure details might be blurred but I will always remember
The way we talked about everything and nothing like
We weren't even strangers and every topic was up for grabs.
We drank and smoked, talked and drank some more until
I wanted to dance with you, I've got this love for music that
Makes me move and alcohol only makes that more intense.

We went inside and the music and bodies moving around us
Became this moment that we couldn't help but get caught up in.
Bodies swaying together against each other and I was swept away,
Lips introduced to each other and hands discovering curves and lines.
We parted that night, filled with the thrill of meeting someone new,
Like there was this idea that maybe we could get to know who we were.

The next night when we sat in the dark out on your roof,
Looking at stars and talking more about anything and everything else,
I felt myself drawn to you, not just the lean in closer and
lay my head on your shoulder kind either. Really drawn to you.
In that way that can scare somebody like me, so obviously I tried to run off.

I've got wings as you found out, it wasn't a joke when I warned I can be flighty.
I get scared easy, and confrontation makes me sick, I don't want to run but I resort to it.
But how perfect that you didn't let me get away, they call it the thrill of the chase I guess,
But through it all- every part of me is happy that I can hold your hand and smile into those
Amazing eyes. I get to kiss you in the morning and hold you at night, and
Even if we blur the details when asked about how we met, I'm glad that together
We've taken hold of that idea that we can get to know who we are.
Michelle S Nov 2012
There are times that I realize I am
Passion embodied behind a face that
Trembles with restlessness and
Passive Aggressive contemplation
About everything life could be if only
I was able to make it like I make everything else

The thing about life however is that there
Are Other People involved and
The thing about this (too) much Passion is that
It scares Other People but
I guess that explains the Passive Aggression
And why I'm scared to bare it all.
Inspired by the frustrations of always having so much to say,
but being held back by fear from prior failures and experiences...
Not to mention some personal anxiety problems.
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