Author: Michelle
No badly arranged stars
“Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
Sara Bareilles – Everything Changes
I was lost for you to find
And now I’m yours and you are mine
Two tiny hands, a pair of eyes
An unsung melody is mine for safekeeping
And I will guard it with my life
I’d hang the moon for it to shine on her sleeping
Starting here and starting now
I can feel the heart of how
Everything changes
Sara Bareilles – Soft Place to Land
Sugar, butter, flour
Sometimes I still see her
My mother the dreamer
She’d say, “Nothing’s impossible child”
A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize
So pure, so electric
So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky
Sleep – SAILR
I’ll be your hideaway.
New Poetry Collection Published!
I couldn’t be more excited to announce that this weekend, I accomplished one of my lifelong dreams of self-publishing a book of my poetry! Through many iterations and rounds of design with my editors, manuscript, and cover design artists – and through the amazing feedback and suggestions from friends and family – I am now live on Amazon for purchase!
Poetry is something that’s always had a special place in my heart, and I’m thrilled to put into the world my contribution to what is absolutely one of my favorite art forms.
If you feel so inclined, here’s the link for some good bedside reading ☺️: bit.ly/tellmesomethingbeautiful
Still
I remember the days of innocence
promises left between the cracks in the sidewalks
dandelion blowing in the wind
but they always seemed to stay just long enough, floating sparkles in the sky
we’d lift our heads towards the ocean
sea breeze mix of hope and wonder
lungs filled with oxygen
breathing
weeping
grieving
life life life
i swear it is hiding beneath the staircase, it is tucked under the corner
it is planted beneath this pavement
it is trying to speak
Andromeda
Sunflower big bang star explosion
Kiss me quickly with your gentle
Kill me quickly with your sunshine
Show me dancing with your high line
Hold my heart
Make it explode into a million tiny pieces in the night sky
Hydra
Cassiopeia
Andromeda
Alhena
Love me so hard I repeat my existence
Over and over and over
Love me so hard you’ll never have to stop
Nevermore
Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch
Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun
Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore
Choke me lurid with your tailspin
Wake me stupid from a daydream
Take me weakly with your left hand
Lullaby me nevermore
Lentils
“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.
Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.
“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.
“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”
You asked me why.
“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”
For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.
-mh-
Tell Me Something Beautiful 