The Poetess

I am a she-beast. I am a saint. My skin is radiant with sun and burns. I am postmodern. I am wild woman. I am the chaos of my own making. I am an old soul. I am youth. I am master of my fate, and slave to my own whimsy. I am tender, as I am heartless. There is nothing in me that is not contradictory.

I am in search of the deathless. I am restless, my goal is nowhere. I am seduced to bliss and to pain, this raw feeling of being. I stand on the spine of a mountain, facing this wilderness. I am a hermit here, I am a libertine there. I am fixated by love and rage and a deep understanding.

My mouth is vile. But my eyes are innocent and pure. I am a lotus in a pond of mud. I am filth, but the sacred is the compass of my tongue. I have surrendered. I am revived. I am here. I am everywhere. Nothing is inseparable to me. Everything is carnal, as it is divine.

All has dropped, arisen, and royally remade. I am atom. I have exploded. My body is a vase of want, without lips. I am inner fire. I have no name. I am a museum of secrets, both holy and profane. I am a vault of grotesque and beauty. I am watched by the sun. I am earthbound, I am unearthed.

Who am I? I am a visionary. I am a lover. I am an explorer of intimate spaces. I am a gypsy. I am a dreamer. I am a beholder of life’s secret pages. Above all, I am an artist, and words are the grit of my expression. They are the stuff of my inkmade soul. They are my sole obsession.

About Tobey

Tobey Michelle invented “wordgasm” and created this website at age 18 — to develop her voice and express her creative power. She is an honors graduate of Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and is a Creative Nonfiction (sample above) fellow to the oldest and longest standing writers workshop in Asia. You can email her here.

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// Feb 2020

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