Hey guys, I’m switching blogs! I’m in the process of moving most of my poetry onto, so if you are still interested in reading my work, please click on over and follow that one. This blog is now associated with a time in my life that I never want to go back to and this is a step in a new direction. Everything will be the same, I promise. I want to thank all of you guys, whether you are a new follow or has been watching my writing grow for the past four years. This is a new level for me, I hope most of you continue to follow me to new heights. Seriously, thank you so much.

Michelle AKA Micky



With blue ink pumping through my veins,
I write my poems on bathroom stalls,
begging for the oxymoron of anonymity
and fame.

on the steps

I can feel myself drifting to the place
I fought so hard to leave.
People try to tell me
that the power it possess isn’t enough
to reel me in again,
but half of it is me.

The darkness in that place
consumed a part of me, then
it put on a cruel mask, disguised
as the part I lost, as my second shadow.

So here I am, taking off
my blindfold,
standing at the gate
to my demise.
The very place I’d swore
I would never return.

and here I am.


I’m sorry that I’m sometimes
too tired to get out of bed, or
too emotionless to laugh at your jokes.
I’m sorrt I’m distant, and that
I rarely smile anymore. Hopefully
you know this isn’t about you, and
that I don’t know how
to help myself.


you left me with nothing but your name,
still ringing in my ears, and a devestating virus
called memories.
you made me feel so safe- you held my hand
when I was scared and I depended on you,
to the of whetr I couldn’t save myself. you
dropped me and I fell, not quite remembering how to
stand back up again.


I’m sorry you got trapped
when the galaxies dissapeared from
my eyes while you were among them.
you shouldn’t have gotten so close to me,
I should have warned yoy about the giant
black hole forming in my heart and soul.

maybe someday they will return,
and hopefully you will, too, if
you haven’t fallen apart completely. even if you
do come back, black hearts are contagious,
and now you are plagued with the same fate.

and I am sorry.


Breathe me in like a fine perfume,
i want to take over your senses.
i want to fill your bloodstream and
invade your thoughts.

i want you to think of me whenever
you’re lonely or sad.
i want you to know that i
will always be here, even if
you can’t say the same.