every line of your body
each detail in your smile
dim awareness when our lips collide
all these emotions pile
if loving you would **** me
keep this in your head
I wouldn't even think twice
consider me dead
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
I've spent restless nights writing poems to and about you with heavy eyelids; poems you'll never read, poems I'll never have the guts to let you read, poems you'll never even know about.
I've described every single part, perk, quality of you with the most beautiful words I can find in the dictionary because you don't deserve simple, ordinary words.
Even your flaws are beautiful.
And still, I cannot string any of the million words in any language together to describe you or my love for you perfectly.
And I write about you like you sank your paintbrush in a cup of universe and created hundreds of galaxies; like you placed the stars in the sky, neatly arranged them into beautiful constellations.
Here is yet another poem for and about you, written with eyelids as heavy as the ocean at 3:36 in the morning, after deciding there was no way I could sleep as my mind was still awake and thinking about you- as always.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
As the smoke lingers off of her tongue,
you can see the smirk so evident on her face.
She traces the outline of her lips with her tongue
and gently inhales the cigarette smoke.
You can see the tiny glint of a ***** bottle on her nightstand
and the ashtray that is overwhelmed with burnt out cigarettes.
She is staring at the ceiling
and you have no idea what in the world she is thinking so hard about.
All you know is that you want to know.
And you want to know the way
her lips curve around the tempting neck of the ***** bottle,
or the way her tongue moves as she blows off smoke
from that cataclysmic cigarette she’s holding.
Alcohol and cigarettes,
that’s what everyone thinks ruins your life.
But those two things
are what saves hers.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Those angel eyes, they tell it well.
They speak of how we met in hell.
Your luscious lips, and those **** eyes.
A glimpse of heaven shining through the skies.
My favorite laugh is yours and mine.
After red wine, your cheeks are lovely and divine.
The summer breeze, the pale blue sky.
The day you told me that you loved me,
I almost died.
The golden day, my dearest memory.
When you held my hand and we floated through that field.
We said I do. Our hearts combined.
As the moon shined...
On your angel eyes,
And
I see them well.
I promise to love you until...
The end.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
The Pressure
pressing down on me
the weight of all the world,
& all it's words.
the weight of the words left unspoken,
left behind by the needed.
The conscious unconsciousness,
restrains our imagination.
Morality,
restrains our actions.
The need for order,
restrains our inner chaos.
We limit ourselves,
because we feel pressure to do so.
14 pounds per square inch,
of pressure from every direction.
Holding us together,
while keeping us down.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
And I kissed him for all I was worth,
which wasn't much,
but I kissed him all the same
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Stop at least three times a day..
Clear your mind, think, connect and say:
Dear Universe and all within;
Plants, Animals, Whirling Winds,
Rocks, Rivers, Oceans, Streams,
Every Soul, Every Being:
"Love is what we seek."
Death is our final destination, but not today!
Connect as one, feel the power.
Spread healing light to every corner.
Think beyond our universe,
harness the power to save
Mother Earth
~J. Carroll
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Craving your presence
every waking minute of the day
Missing your warm touch
I don't like when you are away
The way you touch me and the words you say
they all add up to what makes me feel this way
My soul is melting and you're the heat
that gives me tingles and makes my heart skip a beat
this is true you are my drug
every nod every smile every movement every shrug
my life without you just wouldn't be complete
there is no one, absolutely no one in this world
who could compete.
So with this said and with you in my head
I ask of you to crawl in bed
with me and we
can be
close
Because when you are away
I just don't feel the right way
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
intellectual, alluring
caressing, communicating, concentrating
utter bliss throughout soul
darling
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC