Carla Michelle

May 2015

Destiny Elizabeth Grace

No matter how hard we try
No matter how much we want it
Some stories just don't have a happy ending .

Carla Michelle May 2015

Time has not been stuck, it has just gone by
and now I might have enough
to scatter your skin with a kiss,
and a slight graze.
I have the thought of you, so engraved
this time will be no waste, of memory
to your body.
And if you didn't know,
I never thought of leaving you, no.
Which is why I'm not leaving you,
just being placed away.

I have bloomed, thanks to you,
my boy who I am so intertwined with.
You have taken me to highs, at times
when lows were significant.

I have seen your skin, fresh out of the shower,
I have read to you, without boring you.
You are the bar, no other boy can raise
and I speak to you now,
as my man, who has my all.

As I am placed farther on this map,
know, you'll always be my Sun.

I have told you all you wanted to know,
now I write to discover my inquiries.

I'm moving to Chicago, and I can't deal with having to leave him here.

Carla Michelle Mar 2015

High

You've always had too much skin,
and I had not a clue
where to attack first.
You've always had too much
skin,
to choose , would be
unfathomable.
You say I've always had
an impeccable kiss,
yet naive enough to
use it away.

When push comes to shove,
when skin will turn to my biggest
loss, my biggest
obsession,
I'll travel the maps that are
derived from your flesh,
I will not allow myself to
keep you as a memory, but rather
a world,
that my lips have explored
on high.
You've always had too much skin,
and too much time on your hands.
But you are endlessly fascinating
to me.

Feb 2015

Dark n Beautiful

Dark Angel with Heart Shaped Wings

Because I had loved you before I was thirteen
Because I had loved you throughout my teen
You stole my virginity: you deflowered me
Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul;
Now, I am like a baby about to be weaned

Because I have loved you so much
Because love can make us do and say crazy things.
Now it’s impossible to love another.
Because I am the dark angel with heart shaped wings

Carla Michelle Jan 2015

Dead Poets Society.

Fate had met me with hands drenched in blood.
I had met you with sirens wailing in your busy head,
but no, I would not let you diminish me.
I have turned you into my poetry, left and right
I am whisking away thoughts of you on pages and laptop screens,
all of which are dying.
I met you and I had already deemed myself worthy, of saving you.
I wrote you like my poetry,
saving compilations of you in different files but I know now,
it wasn't the way.
I met you and found out that saving you, like saving the Sun
from dying out one day, was not meant for my hands.
I met you, when you uttered to me "poetry is dead"

I know you.
I had known you for my poetry.
I have known you since I had the first
taste of what it feels like,
to be awake.

Now I know, poetry is dead.
You are not my poetry anymore,
for you are the
Poet.

Jan 2015

Carolin

She & He

She's the ink and he's
the poet. Their road carries
no breaks no ends and no lies.
It's a true mind blowing fact I know.
They walk through their road
hand in hand , through fire and
stone through darkness and light
as well as angry thunderstorms in
the dead of night carrying nothing but their love , paper and pen.
Leaving poetry behind every
road they cross. Obsessed
by metaphors and lust obsessed
by the twenty five letters of
the alphabet obsessed by the
words that make their hearts
sink to the core of their souls.
He's the poet and she's the ink.
With the help of faith and
destiny he managed to put the
Us in TrUst. He takes
her out on dates and feeds
her art , poetry and literature.
He feeds her Tyler Knott and Edgar
Allen poe's words and thoughts.
They are the chasers of the
wonder words they are the
chasers of the light. They are two
young adults who are madly in
love and can both feel it coursing through their bones and in the
stardust forming their very
souls* ~