He knows my weakness, that's what brings me sadness.
I'm falling so slowly and he keeps on tell me do not leave me lonely.
I'm numb by his green eyes, and he's my star from the far skies.
It's weird when i call him my  one & only , and maybe he's not even worthy.
~~~~~{

maybe if i hold my breath for a little while longer
everything would start to fade and
my vision would start with a tinge of darkness
to black out your face as
you spit out your words of hatred
that must taste so foul falling from your lips
but don't worry, darling, i know you're afraid of showing kindness
so i'll turn them into words of affection
(and maybe all i wanted was to feel worthy of
something other than the sadness that had started to
gnaw its way inside my mind to the point of contentment)

~ Christi Michaels ~

*Out in the world
where windows reflect
                     I am Special
In an ocean of people
unknown to me..
                     I am Special
Important in the hearts
to those in need
of My tender loving care
                      I am Special
Intellegent, Beautiful
Strong
Only one of Me
Perfect in My imperfection
    .                I am Precious

You sell your soul
For a taste of acceptance
With muse in hand
You slam, without repentance.
Colors bleed thru
And paint a darkend hue.
So light can shine?
So light can shine.
Such blinded eyes.
He lies in truth.

Self promotion is...
Not necessary when your effort
Is worthy.

That yellow lightning bolt
“You have new notifications”
truly; like my personal brand of ******
my personal, digital addiction;

I eagerly log in
to see which stranger now approves,
of the turmoil deep in me
to see which stranger considers me worthy;
worthy of “following”
worthy of paying attention to

“Your poem started trending”
Which one?  True Love?
OH WOW!  Strangers like my work?
should it even matter?
does it even matter?
**** straight it does!

Why?
I’ll tell you why;
People liking my poems means I’m not alone
if I’m crazy, I’m not the only one,
it means that somewhere in this upside down world
understands something about me

Following me means that my voice matters
if in ”real life” I don’t matter
if in ”real life” I’m stepped upon
at least here, people think me worthy

Others can at least identify
it means that I am not alone
it means that I might not be that crazy
it means that somewhere on this Earth
another heart beats –
another flame flickers
against the cold, dark of the World

Really, it communicates that I matter
that I too, have a place in the world