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Wanderlust
2010. A poem conceived during my extreme wanderlust that triggered a chain of significant and wondrous events in my life. Ride, ride, ride my pink bike Far, too far from my forgiveness Far, too far from my wanderlust Small steady steps are too big shoes to fill It's about time to finally let go Let go. My skin, my sins Keep me from bursting But I am in pieces Scattered, shattered with nothing to give nothing to hold Lost for words Lost in the world And lusting for the world!

Michelle Carlos
Dec 2, 20181 min read


The Wolf and the Wind
A poem dedicated to the howling wolf and wind. "The Wolf and the Wind" | Watercolor and gouache | 2018 It howls in the dark of night It blows against the towers' might It comes with vengeance And survives not without a fight Its dark eyes steadfast Upon its wretched target— Unbeknownst of its gloomy fate Till it succumbs to sudden death #poetryandart #holloween #gothicart

Michelle Carlos
Nov 2, 20181 min read


The Sum of All
Fresh from a trip in Japan and itching to paint, this image came to be together with the poem "The Sum of All" | Watercolor, ink and gold leaf on paper | 2017 It's my first thought this morning A remnant of last night's dream It's the burst of sweetness A remnant of bitterness— The Sakura tea ! I was thinking of the bygone blossoms And the fire from the matsuri, A symbol of rekindled passions And the burning desire to create And the spindles of self-doubt Mirrored through my

Michelle Carlos
Oct 12, 20181 min read


Two Sassy Ladies
A poem about a pair of fashionable girls I saw on train in Berlin on New Year's Eve "Two Sassy Ladies" | Pen and Ink | 2017 Two sassy ladies off to a party wearing fur coats, cowboy boots, and shiny hair Saying, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" #poetryandart #sketchbookart #fashionablegirls

Michelle Carlos
Oct 7, 20181 min read


The Roads Are Turning
A poem about change, courage, hope and positivity. "The Roads Are Turning" | Gouache & Digital | 2018 The days go so fast and I have just begun I must go for a thousand more and there aren't roads to run I drove for dreams to come— A golden curtain of the sun! I heard the mountain tops cry Where echoes return where they began My love is just a mirror— A sea foam in my head I shall weep alone today For when tonight's a hope for tomorrow, I'll be here where I stand! #poetryanda

Michelle Carlos
Oct 5, 20181 min read
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