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Jan 2015 · 787
By him
Carolin Jan 2015
They say the world is made of strings.
Spinning, creating the very fabric of our existence.
The knots are delicate as a tiny bird wings

But...

It always lacked the colours of the rainbow.
The firey reds, the liquid blues.
Green, pink and all the hues.
Also the colour of the desert was a few.

A person I fell into deeply.
that person didn't paint my life with brush strokes.
That person drew my eyes neatly.
Lift the lid off my eye folds.

Carve me the visioners I always dreamed of.
******* the glitter of your soul.
Stroll me around like a baby dove.
Line my eyes in a clean role.

For you my lover, one can see life.
In colours of day and night.
In light and darkness our bright glows.
As our delicate bodies ignite.

The strings of life untangled.
The golden jar unspilled.
Evil shows hit and mangled.
For thy love may prosper and refill* ~
It's his 2nd poem :)
It's a beautiful poem by a beautiful man in love.
Jan 2015 · 441
His colours and words
Carolin Jan 2015
With a dip of green from
your eyes forest trees were
created. And a drip of sweat
slipping off your fingertips
the blue salty oceans were
made. One wave after the
other carries your name. With
a rib from your cage, God
created your soulmate. If i
could mix the colours of your
beautiful soul and paint them
all over on my bedroom wall i
would. Your all i want to see on
my pallet. Weave the best of stories
on my skin. Spread art all over this
body of mine for it yours to touch ,
to keep and to make it your own
masterpiece. Every inch of me
is part of your property now.
Come closer love and splash your
colours all over me. Paint me in shades
of colours that are deeper than the sea.
Adjust wildflowers and dandelions
in my hair. Lift my soul up to
the air. Breathe your poetry
down my throat. Fill my eyes
up with tears of joy and hope.
Your words feed my hunger and
lust for they are all i trust. Tell
me dear are they made out of
pearls and stardust ? I feel them move
in the arteries of my heart and up to
my brain cerebellum. Your words move
faster than electricity in my blood. Strip
the layers of clothes off my skin tonight
and cover me up with your dear poetry
as if my body is your paper and pen* ~
Jan 2015 · 369
I pray
Carolin Jan 2015
Our love is strong as the heaven’s
golden gates. If the angels guarding
it could be heard I’m sure they would
have been singing your name all day
long with the trumpets and flutes playing
in the background with softest tune. I
light up candles and watch the flame
dance gently from the left to the right.
For I’m only a human with a candle
guiding me. I pray to my God in the
heavens above and lift my eyes up to
the picture of Jesus crucified on the
wooden cross. And the tears flow out
from my eyes and the blood begins to
boil in my veins underneath my skin. I
pray that our loves makes us feel safe
and free. I pray that he’ll someday marry
me. I pray that our love stands strong in
front of those who think its sin and wrong.
I pray for our love to live on and on* ~
Jan 2015 · 721
College rumors
Carolin Jan 2015
Some call me emo because
of my hair.And the dark
clothes i wear. What they
really don't know is i actually
don't care. Others say that
i do drugs and sleep with a
bunch of boys. I don't understand
does ruining a person's reputation really satisfies you from the
inside. I was a loner a girl with
scars from the inside and out. I
found love and gained my confidence back. And my life seemed to be
getting back on the right track.
Does that seem like a threat to
them ? Do they like you more
when your broken and torn ?
My hair is dark brown and turns
a bit red when exposed to the sun honestly there is nothing emo in
that. I barely smoke cause i always
get the feeling if i did i'll probably cough and choke then be another
joke to those who walk by. I wear
dark shades of blue and grey and sometimes black. The eyeliner i
apply is darker than my enemies
soul. These are just colours they should't be used to judge and attack. It's sad how people in college are pathetic and empty headed. These
are the people who exist in my
every class. The ones who spread rumors and laugh. After college
they'll probably meet people as shallow as them. People who will gently torture them by rumors that
are similar to those they used to
spread about the people who sit in
the back of their class. And as we all know karma will come around and
slap them right on the face* ~
Don't let a silly rumor bring you down to the ground.
Carolin Jan 2015
Under the pink sunrise sky.
I glance to the side and see your face. Puffed clouds I call your cheeks. Eyes brighter than the morning star.

She heard his shy heart beat with joy from within his chest. You remind me of the sky's colour every time your cheeks blush and turn rosy red. Your made of different shades of handsome. That cause mother nature to pause for a while and bow down to the beauty of you. Would you mind dear if i come closer and sit beside you. Would you mind if we hold hands and admire this beautiful view as we curl our toes in the golden coloured sand

My soul lusts for you.
The spirits flow between us, wondering how a love this pure could exist.
Vivid images of two hearts with strings.
The blood flowing in harmony.
Heartbeats in sync.
The waves gently wet our feet.
I rest your head on my chest.
"I'll keep you safe", I say.
"I'll hold you near, I'll love you, dear"

She sighs as she feels the shivers descend down her spine. While his hand reaches for her thigh. "You're mine" he whispers in her ear as a tear makes its way down his cheek. The sound of the heartbeats she hears makes her oh forever want to keep it as a memory in the back of her brain and bury it deep down in her thin shy veins. It sounds like a beautiful melody with the sounds of harps and violins playing in the back round. "Oh please hold me tighter if you don't mind. I would like to experience the feeling of you being mine too." Collect seashells with me before the sunsets down. Tell them how much you love me and give them back to the sea". "Hold on love before we go let me wipe your crystal like looking tears. We should give them over to the riptides. For they hold stories that i believe should be read by the mermaids living on the other side of this beautiful sea that's if you don't mind" she said


I thank the atoms that arranged to make you.
The millions and millions of cells.
the sun in the sky gives tribute.
In your sparkling eyes it dwells.
Phonetics don't give you justice.
Words of passion fall thin.
Let your eyes speak to mine.
Spill rivers of gold and tin.
Hold on to me and let's shine.
Shine with all stars within* ~
Him in italics
Carolin in bold
It's our first collaboration together. It was the most beautiful experience in the world to write a lovely poem with him :)
Carolin Jan 2015
Your name is a golden
shiny bell hung up in my
heart. It tastes sweeter than
apple pie and red hot cinnamon
flavored gum. It warms me more
than the heat that radiates from the
sun. It’s spelled out in four short
letters that sound fun when pronounced.
Its true i'm telling you, your name is a
golden bell hung and tangled between
the ventricles of my heart. It sounds like
secret prayers whispered in the dark.
Your name is slowly taking over my
thoughts

it is a mantra now, reverberating throughout my being
in a place where repetition is sweet fulfillment
and to say it , feel it, taste it on my lips..
To drown in the essence, the flavor...sticky sweet
like hot candy floss on my tongue
like a prayer on my lips
and a song in my heart .....
a prickly, tender stroking of every pore in my flesh
your sweetness becomes my depth and in that...
I am whole, satiated and warm with glowing rapture
I awake each hour to the hunger
and the more I indulge the more it becomes a thirst
and yours is the only nectar to quench this perpetual desire
thirst, hunger, desire, longing ..... You


Your name sweeps my feet
off the ground. It sounds like
secret melodies carried by the
winds and entering my ear. It’s
the only word that I want to hear
throughout this entire year. These
four letters shall forever be carved
on the chambers of my heart. These
four letters are what let me fall in love
from the very start. Inking my skin with
these four letters is all what I really want*

like a tattoo, indelibly inked upon my soul
there is you and your music and the melody
which haunts my dreams and fills my every waking hour
to utter your name is like a prayer
to hear your voice is a symphony of ecstasy
playing upon the strings of my heart
dare I say it out loud
would the entire world fall for you'
as I have done?
I’ll share the joy but never,
even at the cost of my own life,
will I release this feeling from my being
you are the message I have waited
my whole life to hear
sing it to me now, in dulcet tones of passion
create your vision of us in your own fashion
and now I own your name, your song, the dream
but you own me..For I am yours...entirely.
sing ..... And I promise the perfect harmony* ~
Wolf spirit in italics
Carolin in bold
It's our first collaboration. He's a talented poet. I'm really looking forward to write more and more with him. Really glad we met Mr. Wolf it was a great experience to work with you.
Feel free to leave us your feedback ...
And here is wolf spirit's link below ...
http://hellopoetry.com/wolf-spirit-aka-quinfinn/
Carolin Jan 2015
Under the balding cypress
she crept , deep within the
darkness she slept. Beside
the wilted flowers she wept.
Razors used to kiss her flesh.
Her life was a mess and she
refused to confess. Depression
and stress was all that she was
drenched with. Her tears were
what she soaked her pillow case
late at night with. The stars seemed
tasteless. Her heart became dusty
and rusty. The streets were full of
strangers. But she fell for one. One
who managed to kiss her and show
her how she could measure fun. One
who caressed her scars and fell in love
with every little mark on her skin. One
who pushed her dark clouds away and
bought her back to life. He was the
stranger who became her home. He was
the light that let the shadows go away.
He was the one who promised to love
her every single day and stay* ~
Jan 2015 · 2.4k
Crayola crayon box
Carolin Jan 2015
You remind me of a
crayon box. And the
colours of purple and
blue. The colours of
sunsets found inside a
mango peel and the
shades of green in your
eyes before you take the mango
peel off and see it from inside.
And when you wear that
green pullover of yours
that reminds me of  leprechauns
and four leaf clovers. I
know this might sound crazy
but darling its oh so true.
Orange and brown look
good on you too. Your
cheeks look like strawberry
pink when they freeze from
winters cold breeze. You
also remind me of my favorite
black crayon that i never
let go of during every single
art class. Deep mysterious
and full of secrets and stories
to be told. You remind me
of a crayon box because
you hold more beautiful colours
than any rainbow holds.
And that's why i smile every
time i touch my little crayola
crayon box because it always
brings me thoughts of you* ~
Jan 2015 · 346
My home
Carolin Jan 2015
I want to live inside
your delicate bones.
Melt into you like
lotion on one's skin.
I want to love every
inch of you and create
a home from with in.
To curl against your
body and bury my
face into your collar
bones. To hug you tight
and tell you thanks for
letting me make you my
home and for sheltering
me from all kinds of coming
storms. I want you skin
on skin* ~
Jan 2015 · 874
Teach me
Carolin Jan 2015
Teach me contemporary
dance moves. Show me how
to groove. Teach me how to
fly up high in the sky just like
fairies do and shine with my
light. Teach me the simple things
in this beautiful life we share
together and all the magic tricks.
But most of all teach me how to
love and give you the sweetest of
kisses and hugs* ~
Jan 2015 · 311
Mad about you
Carolin Jan 2015
She’s mad about you and all the
little things you do. How you walk
and how you talk. You should be
like a stop sign. Cause of the way
you make her heartbeats pause and
go off the line. She’s mad about you
because you’re her’s to love to kiss  to
hold, to grow old with and keep. The
love they share is stronger than diamonds
in which it makes it hard for anyone to
come through and try to make it crumble
and crash to the ground the way autumn
leaves do. Or turn to ash that’s coloured in
grey and brown just like a cremated body
does after being burnt in flames. She’s mad
about you and all of the crazy things you do.
This explains why she fell easily for you and
became your wife for the rest of your life* ~
Jan 2015 · 827
Signing his skin
Carolin Jan 2015
Stamping his heart
with love and a kiss.
Signing his neck with
her tongue and a couple
of licks. Writing poetry
on his flesh with little
vampire bites. That's
how she writes down
her signature on the love
of her life's smooth
delicate coffee coloured
skin* ~
Jan 2015 · 2.0k
Describing a man
Carolin Jan 2015
His voice is like
marmalade and blue
jays , it can drown out
the sound of your
nervous bones and
mend broken chests
and hearts. She drowns
in the colours of him as
it washes away her every
sin. Being with him makes
her whole. To die next to
him will be indeed such a
heavenly way to go. Oh
for she was just one of
those lost homeless souls
until his warmth and love
built her a cozy home. If
she could crawl under his
skin and be cradled in his
rib cage like a child at night
, she would of done that
instead of sleeping next
to him wrapped up in his
dazzling arms of gold* ~
Jan 2015 · 447
What he's like
Carolin Jan 2015
He’s cute as a bunny.
Fluffy and chubby with
kisses that taste like sweet
honey. Pretty as a flower
blooming in the middle of
spring. So pretty you’d want
to carry him around like a
daffodil on a blue coloured
string. He looks like art. Pretty
like the angels that Michael
Angelo drew in the
halls of holy different churches.
He tastes like poetry , dry fruit
and pomegranate  juice. Isn’t that
just cute ? He’s the poet  , the beat  ,
the rhythm and the heat. He’s the
boy who can sweep her off her size
six small feet* ~
Jan 2015 · 463
Loving you
Carolin Jan 2015
Dress me up in different
shades of pink. Then stab
my heart and watch it bleed
with the ****** poet’s ink.
Just know whatever they
want to do to with me  
I’ll be there loving
you* ~
Jan 2015 · 346
Inside of my head
Carolin Jan 2015
I can feel you here inside
of my head. All I want to
do is take you with me to
bed. Drench me in love. Kiss
kiss my tongue and lips. Kiss
me by the flickering candle
lights. Set fire in these veins
tonight tell me we’ll be alright.
Drive me insane. Oh darling it’s
true I can feel you inside of my
head. I see you every time I close
my eyelids and I can’t just forget
the touch your skin. If I could I
would of flown over to you like
birds do* ~
Carolin Jan 2015
There lay sadness so deep in
his hazelnut brown eyes. It
startled her. Could this be
because of a mother’s love
that chocked him deep down
to the bone. Drifting away
through the black and grey
trying to avoid everyone who
came into his way. He found a
girl who was sad and blue. “I
might as well follow you on
twitter too” he said to himself.
Exchanging thoughts and ideas
they decided to stay together.
Become better and walk out of
the misery they lived through.
A date and two he found himself
drenched in her love. “How
could you be prettier than emeralds
and all the stars. How could you
be prettier than the fresh blood
red roses people leave for their
loved ones over their grey silver
grave stones ?” You brought me
to life when all I wanted to do was
stay home till death comes and
picks me away to the heavens like
they say. “The sadness in your eyes
told me that you need someone to
love you and stay” was all she said
while she looked at him straight
ahead as he blushed and turned ruby
red. Take this feather and ink and
write me down into your story. Ink
my skin with words of love. But let
me tell you one thing first I see
dandelions and happy wishes too
behind the darkness you hold inside
of you. And gardens about to burst
with wild flowers , butterflies and
daylights sunshine. He held her tight
and poems began to roll down her
arms and thighs*

They made vows to be together even
after fifty. Promises seem like sweet
nothings and cheesy, but what they felt
inside was real. "Exterior is only what
beauty defined. Interior is where your
heart refines" she said to him everytime.
Their 'ILoveyous' never been feigned to
just saying it. Everytime those three words
versed out loud, they can feel their hearts
glued together. Beating to the same nocturne
rhythm. Both beautifully in tune, in sync.
Both of them knew this is how they truly
feel. Heart's that were once armored with
steel. Stolen and found their nest where they
truly belong. Like a ship that needs its keel.
They sail through stormy oceans to finish their
last song* ~
Erenn in italics
Carolin in bold
Collab number six.
This can't get any better than this. This poem is dedicated to two special people. I hope this sets a smile on their faces when they read it.
It's an honor to work with such a talented friend and poet.
Like , repost and give us your feedback.
Here is his link please drop by his page and visit
http://hellopoetry.com/ErenY/
Dec 2014 · 505
Craving you
Carolin Dec 2014
Craving you like cotton candy
blue. Like flower petals craving
the mornings dew. Like a child
wanting to watch piglet and winnie
the pooh. Oh baby its true. I miss you
the minute we say our goodbyes and
shake hands. It almost feels hard to
survive. My heart drops and shatters
the way meteor rocks fall from the skies
above. The air seems to get thin when
you leave me for a few seconds, minutes
or hours. It’s hard to breathe without
your hands on my chest. I need you in
every fraction of a second present in every
hour. Sit with me darling and spend all
your nights and days by my side. You’ve
become my happy little pills. My sun my
moon and all my stars. The goose bumps
and chills on my skin. And the light in my
eyes. The love we share will never be
known from those who surround us. You’ll
be like my secret favorite kind of drug.
And the cigarette I smoke when no one is
watching us from behind. Take my hand
now and run with me through the night.
Through the neighbors sprinklers on their
front lawns through their wet cement
pavements on the side of the road. Run
with me in the woods. Kiss me under the
moonlight and the fern trees tangled
branches. And in that moment ill scream
out with the last breath in this chest of
mine when the hour is night and the hollering
of the wolves fills the dead of night it’s true
I crave you like cotton candy blue. Like
flower petals craving the mornings dew.
Like a child wanting to watch piglet and
winnie the pooh* ~
Dec 2014 · 301
Her boy
Carolin Dec 2014
A boy who got along
and played with the
voices and demons
locked up in her head.
He played the violin in
such a way to shut them
up and make them go
early to bed. A boy who
looks at her as if she's
diamonds and gold. That's
the boy her heart told
her to fall hard for. The
boy who looks like
precious gem stones and
prettier than all kings
on their fancy thrones.
The boy who knew how
to love her skin and bones.
Her boy*  ~
Carolin Dec 2014
She has ink dripping
from her lips. He blames
that on the poetry she
drinks after each and
every kiss she gives to
him on his cheeks and
ribs. Sometimes in his
mouth as she claims that
it's her cathedral and the
only place where she
confesses all of her darkest
sins. He sends kisses down
her spine. As if it holds the
knobs to the doors of her
fragile broken soul. Hoping
that each kiss will lead him
in. This is the story of where
their new life begins. There
tangled in the sheets of his
warm cozy bed. And that was
the moment when they both
paused and said the best is yet
to come. And our young love
will live on and on* ~
Carolin Dec 2014
Lyrical love.
Sent from above.
Could I be in heaven?
No, it's 20 to seven.
Still in bed,
can't get it through my head.
Wake up, get up!
Time to emerge,
and feel that surge.
They tell me,
it's the beauty of life!
We live and struggle,
to endure this strife.
My heads in a muddle.
The words are flowing,
But girl, I'm in trouble.
At the intersection,
Losing my direction

Grab onto my hand.
I’ll take you out of this
rubble and trouble.
We’ll live in our own
bubble. Off off and away
we’ll go to wonderland.
Where the fairies fly and
cast spells with their magical
wands and watch the black
swans. While they sit and
dangle their tiny feet in ponds
and sing all kinds of happy
songs. Grab on to my hand
and watch the lilacs float away
as the cool breeze moves them
up and down upon the crystal
clear waters.
So wake up, get up we have no
time to waste we have dreams and
butterflies that are waiting to be
chased. And cigarette smokes to
be blown up up and away at the
end of the day. Grab onto my hand
and ill show you the beauty of life
and this wonderland
.

Girl, girl take me away.
yearn to live for another day.
These crazy dreams,
I can't believe .
Can it be real?
Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life.
It's never enough.
But, one look in your eye,
and I dismiss all the tough,
existence I see.
That ravages my mind,
never letting me be.
I take your hand,
so tall we stand.
This world we see,
has destiny.
Some say is written,
but **** it hurts!
Like I've just been bitten.
Ambiguous grey clouds,
need to push through.
To puff away the moments
that hold me so blue.
I waited for love,
from heavens above.
I'm an only planet
which orbits your sun.
I feed off your warm energy,
photosynthesis of heart and mind.
Our bodies in turn,
reach out and burn.
The chlorophyll I make,
will never break,
on this leaf of life
we share
~
Hani in italics
Carolin in bold
I enjoyed writing this poem with him. Looking forward to write more and more with the talented Hani :D
Check out his link below
http://hellopoetry.com/hani-shibli/
Dec 2014 · 362
Strip it off
Carolin Dec 2014
Strip it off
strip it off.
Strip the flesh
from the bone .
Just make sure you
leave her wings
hanging on.
Take her to your
home. Hold her
in your dazzling arms
protect her from
all kinds of harms.
Warm her up with your
flames. This love feels
so **** right.
Be the gold that
God didn't take.
Let your love make
the constellations
under her skin
shine bright with
all their might causing
her body to glow
and shake. Be
her shadow in the
middle of the day
and scare away
the ravens and crows
that fallow her wherever
she goes. Tell her
darling that you'll be
stripping off her clothes
tonight* ~
Dec 2014 · 390
Autumn love
Carolin Dec 2014
She fell for him delicately
and effortlessly like maple
leaves down at his feet. She
gave up everything just to
feel his body heat. Together
in autumn weather they fell
for each other hard and deep.
He gave her secrets and kisses
to keep. His love felt soft and
sweet she even felt it at night in
her sleep. Autumn love was what
took over their minds and stallion
steal hearts* ~
Carolin Dec 2014
Can you hear it ?
Can you hear it ?
The mermaids
whispering secrets
to the shells found in
the red sea. They don't
have flowers in their
hair. All they do all day
is laugh without a care
with pink clam shells
surrounding them
everywhere. Seaweed
wrapped around their
necks looking prettier
than diamonds and stone
gems. Can you hear
them from the distance
over there upon the
coral reefs. Sitting
and singing in peace.
If you hear them would
you tell me please

*For they make a sound
like no other, sweeter and
softer than any lover. Among-st
those timeless whispering
waves, spirits so free, that we
all desire to be. Unleashed from
lives that hold them as slaves.
Free, free, so, so, leave them be
Hani in bold.
Carolin in italics.
Check his link below
http://hellopoetry.com/hani-shibli/
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
His Fire
Carolin Dec 2014
His fire keeps her
body warm in this
cold winter snow.
His fire chases her
bad dreams away
during the middle
of the day. His love
however stitched her
wounds from the nasty
words that her fake
friends and family used
to say.  His burning
flames keep her safe
especially when the
time is late and after
midnight. His fire will
forever be her favorite
craving and desire.* ~
Dec 2014 · 387
Can you hear it ?
Carolin Dec 2014
Can you hear it ?
Can you hear it ?
The mermaids
whispering secrets
to the shells found in
the red sea. They don't
have flowers in their
hair. All they do all day
is laugh without a care
with pink clam shells
surrounding them
everywhere. Seaweed
wrapped around their
necks looking prettier
than diamonds and stone
gems. Can you hear
them from the distance
over there upon the
coral reefs. Sitting
and singing in peace.
If you hear them would
you tell me please* ~
Dec 2014 · 314
His Laughter
Carolin Dec 2014
He laughs into my ear.
His laughter is all i hear.
It penetrates the silence
surrounding us , wraps us
like little gift boxes decorated
with glitter , gold and
shiny red bows.The way
he smiles and giggles reminds
me of how the rushing waves
come to relax on the sea's
shore. His laugh is the
only sound i truly adore* ~
Carolin Dec 2014
Christmas lights dangling
from the roof to the floor.
Mistletoe hung up on the door.
Christmas is coming get up
and decorate your lane.
Don't leave it blank and
plain. Rudolf's nose is
pomegranate red. Must
be from the cold the people
said. Hang the socks up
stuff them with candy
and be a little handy.
Gingerbread cookies
aren't baked yet. Should
we worry or just get in
a hurry. Christmas is
coming. Christmas is
coming. Oh Karl would
you get the door i think
i can hear Christmas
Carols
Oh dear the cookies aren't baked yet
And I’m looking bad too

Stop worrying about that honey
I’m always here for you


Oh don’t forget to set the mistletoe
On our old oak door

Right so please stop worrying
I’ve place the socks too


Come on now, come on now
We got to go
There’s tons of discounts
For us on that store

Can’t we just stay, just stay
Inside of our house
I’m freezing cold now
So timeout of this winter wonderland


So now it’s 12MN
People outside are calling “Yoo-Hoo”!
Come out now
‘Cause it’s quite lovely
To stroll around with you

Let me drink this med
Then I’ll come with you
Though I’m kinda sick
Let us enjoy the evening view


Settle down with me and help
me out with this eggnog. We can
gather around the tree instead of
strolling out endlessly and free
while the snow falls on our blood
red cheeks. Dinner is ready on the
stove. Tell me if it’s well cooked
or a bit raw. The Holidays make
the adrenaline kick in. That explains
why we’re over stressing on everything
since the day had begun. Now settle
down *** and sip your eggnog with
me while I turn on the lights on our
lovely Christmas
tree** ~
K Chua in italics
Carolin in bold
Hey HP people
It's our 2nd collaboration together :)
He's a talented writer ...
From all parts of world
Happy holidays
From Carolin and K Chua
All the best to you!

Check out K Chua's link below
http://hellopoetry.com/KC31/
Dec 2014 · 594
Fifty Shades Of Grey
Carolin Dec 2014
Buttons undone clothes
dropped down to the wooden
floor board. Doors locked ,
lights off. Music is on. Two
bodies stand still and exposed
but madly in love. This is not
just a poem about people with
zero layers of clothes but
something deeper instead.
Hands touch in the dark
creating a bright spark. Hearts
beat wildly in their cages
waiting to break out wild
and free. Blood boils in their
thin shy veins just like those who experience skinny love. She feels his
love ascending and descending
up and down her spine. He
bows done to her holding her
hand trying to drown out all
the words she has locked
from within. "We'll make love
tonight despite that it sounds
crazy and wild we'll make
love for the first time tonight."
he said. Hands move up and
down exploring every inch.
Body heat shared while they
sit on the same bed. "Are we
alive or are we dead" they
said the minute their tongues
met. "It's time to turn all our
day dreams in reality" he said.
Messy hair , tangled limbs ,
lipstick all over his skin , bite
marks there there there and
there , hands on his back , his
lips  pressed to her neck. "I
think we're getting on the right
track" she said after she
gave him a peck.  This is
how love feels when it hits
you hard  in the heart and the
head. Tonight love will make
us invincible we'll never feel
miserable nor invisible again.
"I love you I love you" was
all they said under the lemon
grass green  coloured covers
on his bed* ~
Dec 2014 · 338
Metaphors
Carolin Dec 2014
These metaphors
hold the deepest of
stories from within.
Each story is about
him. I don't care if this
culture we live in finds
that some kind of sin.
Because I can not do life
except when im with him.* ~
Dec 2014 · 570
Mad Love
Carolin Dec 2014
Madly in love
with the boy who
holds the ocean
between the palms
of his hands and
collects the seashells
from the golden sand.
The boy who understands
the darkest corners of my
twisted own mind. The boy
who managed to brush the
chaos off my skin. I'm madly
in love with him.* ~
Dec 2014 · 411
Her Christmas Present
Carolin Dec 2014
He's pretty down to the bone.
He looks beautiful just like those
rare gem stones. It's amazing that
he became her only home. As well
as her company when she feels lost
and alone. Dressed in colours for
christmas he looks like a present
under the tree wrapped up in a shiny
green bow. His love lights her up like
a christmas tree. Making her shine up
brighter than all the stars found in the
galaxies. This type of love goes on for
an infinity. Just like the deepest of kisses
given under the mistletoe while the
weather outside is filled with cold
and snow. This is not just a poem with
a few lines and some rhymes. It's a love
story that came to life* ~
Carolin Dec 2014
Never experienced the
light before he came. She
only had the dark to blame.
Sitting hours alone in the dark's
violence that ruined her home.
Sitting on the grey stone near
the river bank almost broken
and ******. She felt him pat
her back. Tracing her tear
stained face with nothing but
his fingertips while the other
hand was on her shirt with
black lace. We'll get through
this hand in hand he said. While
pushing away the dark clouds
above her head. It was only a
matter of time that he proved
to her what he said. Sun's light
shined down on her face. Making
her smile light up with grace

Every rubble he'd seen, fear cowered
for the first time. As he became stronger
to save as much lives possible. He never
knew what love meant, until he met her.
It was her eyes, its like the rainbows mixed
together to emit that ethereal iris. This heart
of his, will mourn to the world if she'd been
gone from him. It was with her he found his
forever
.

Being together would complete his life.
He wanted her to become his future wife.
They spent hours exchanging words of love
soft kisses and hugs. Day after day they
got more attached. It was obvious that they
perfectly matched. Adjusting wild flowers,
daffodils and dandelions in her hair. Oh so
pretty how they blend like a chameleon
when left on a branch or a chair. She felt that
her heart started to become more aware of
the love they both share. “How could I be
unaware of such beauty , it makes me forget
the word afraid” he said*.

Even if the world we're living in is dying.
Even if our love were to be short lived. I'll
be with you till the very end" she said. They
could see it, as their lives disappearing in sight. They clenched both their hands tightly
and render to the justice that preached hope
but enslave innocence. But they were content
till the end. They died together, their souls
embark on a new journey. To eternity, to a
forever after. Together* ~
Erenn in italics
Carolin in bold
This dude just has mind blowing talents honestly that's all i can say. Looking forward to write more and more with him. So glad we become friends :)
Check his link below :)
http://hellopoetry.com/ErenY/
Carolin Dec 2014
Nothing to lose,
No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse.
Let our words move to a groove.
For a world will see.
What the written word can be.
Stronger than the might of a sword.
To stop you people getting bored.
Listen out loud.
Yes, all of you in the crowd.
It's time for peace.
Put down your guns.
And let the violence cease*.

Therefore I’ll watch the clouds 
drop down the rain. As I dig out 
the best of words from inside my 
veins. Spread my thoughts using 
nothing but a poets feather and ink. 
While I try not to blink as to watch 
the people of the world drop down 
their silver swords. and harmful guns. 
I’m not saying we should all act pure like 
nuns. Now let’s start off from where we 
begun. Nothing to lose, No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse. Believe or not 
I’m writing these words without even 
sipping on ***** or listening to jazz and 
blues
~
Hani in italics
Carolin in bold
It's our first collab together. Looking forward to write more with the talented Hani. Check out his page later
http://hellopoetry.com/hani-shibli/
Dec 2014 · 861
We'll be fine
Carolin Dec 2014
Your voice sounds like
church bells and christmas
jingles. Your touch makes
me tingle. Your mustache
reminds me of the man found
on a box of Pringles. Your
sweet and sour and prettier
than the NY twin towers.
Sitting next to you in the car
never made me feel the boredom
of a rush hour. Tell me a secret
and breathe poetry down my
neck. We can go home and take
the next step. Champaign and
blood red wine  , oh darling doesn't
that sound just devine. With dim flickering
candle lights , white silk bed sheets and
tangled limbs and feet. I think we'll be just
fine* ~
Dec 2014 · 449
Dedicated to him
Carolin Dec 2014
One breath , one love ,
one body and soul. Two
mouths meet while two
heartbeats become one.
Your name takes me up
and down like blue ocean
waves. It echoes in the back
of my brain as it heals all
kinds of pain. If i could I
would of inked it all over
my vanilla scented skin.
At times it almost drives
me insane. But isn't that
love like they say ? Your
light is what guides me to
you. I mean it darling I swear
its true. At night I drown in
thoughts of you. Breathe me
in and out like your blue LM
cigarette smokes. Im serious
this ain't a joke. The smoke
rings your mouth forms gets
me lost in a trance while I
stare and gaze.  Making me
want to take your hand and
dance. The moment i get the
chance ill run away with you.
Not giving a **** about
what they'll do. Your my
home , my life , safe place
and high. This is why I'm
dedicating all of my poetry
to you* ~
Carolin Dec 2014
She whispered to the
blue shy sky secrets of
love.While he told the
silver moon about his
online crush.Winters cold
breeze carried their words
above making the roses and
tulips flirt and exchange kisses
and hugs. Does he love me does
he not? Does she love me does
she not he thought. Angels twirled
at heavens doors as they watched
the young two blush from above
He never believed in online dating
But this girl got his feet up his lips
He was crushed by a few in the past.
But fate has its twist as they met on the
net. Both made a comment on youtube
Only two on the comment box. Only two
love the same song. "He's pretty cute."
"We love the same song!" The two started
exchanging emails That's where fate laughed
out its sparks
. *Sparks that were brighter than
those we see in Central Park.
This was it they lit up each other's
dark. Getting all excited to meet up
in real life. He held her hand and that
was when she knew he's an angel in
disguise. Exchanging smiles he said "I want
you to be mine". "I'm willing to love you till
the end of time" she said. Laughs and
giggles spread they both felt light headed
and like little kids. I love you they said as
their lips first met
~
Erenn in bold
Carolin in italics
Its our 2nd collaboration
He's talented i enjoy writing poetry with him
Im looking forward to write more and more
Visit his page http://hellopoetry.com/ErenY/
Carolin Dec 2014
I remembered today is
the day of your birth …
on this day a new life
became a part of earth …
I wish you coming years
and every moment of them
become worth. Bring in the
chocolate fudge cake. Dig in
as if it’s a juicy piece of steak
Blow all the candles darling
before the clock hits midnight
and the time becomes late. I’ll
wrap you up in a big red bow.
Kiss you under the mistletoe.
Today is the day of your birth.
It’s the day where God has sent
you down from the heavens to earth
~
Harsh Sandhu in  bold.
Carolin in italics
It's our first collaboration together.
Check out his link later http://hellopoetry.com/harsh-sandhu/
Carolin Dec 2014
This is the end of the journey
This is the end of the line
No need to step any further
Nor waste anymore precious time
All that remains is your
scent that reminds of lime.
And the sound of your voice
that echoes through my mind.
The lights are becoming more
dimmer making me feel as if im
blind. This is the end of the journey.
This is the end of the line. Reality is
taking over me as it reminds me that
your no longer mine
.
No longer mine to hold onto
When the storms have reached their peck
No longer mine to grow old with
When loneliness has gone to seed
So yes this is the end of the day
And I'm afraid this is the end of the night
Because this is the end of the way
We do the things that we like ~
Mike Hauser in  bold
Carolin in italics
It's our second collaboration together.
He's a talented poet and such a great friend.
Looking forward to write more poetry with him :)
Drop by his page later http://hellopoetry.com/mike-hauser/
Dec 2014 · 366
Black Wings
Carolin Dec 2014
Wings grew on
the spot where he
touched my back. I
chose to paint them
in different shades
of black*  ~
Carolin Dec 2014
Can you keep a secret ?
If I whisper in your ear.
Find a spot so you can keep it.
Until the coast is clear. We can
sit in the meadows as the deers
pass by near and the shadows
disappear. As the fear fades away
and your mine for the year. Today
tomorrow and for a forever. Can
you keep a secret if I whisper it to
you under the hotel chandeliers. Where
the crystals shine bright and
clear
. Can you keep a secret
As we sit by the babbling brook
We could hide in the country side
Were no one would think to look
If we stayed in the city
I'm sure we'd be found out.
Can you keep a secret ?
If I tell it to you now. As the
roses bow down to us while
we sit on the grass and blush.
As we feel our pulses rush. With
a gentle touch and a hush I’ll
whisper to you the sweetest
words of love
~
Mike Hauser in italics.
Carolin in bold.
My first collaboration with Mike Hauser.
It was a fun new wonderful experience to write with such a talented friend.
Check his poetry later ...
http://hellopoetry.com/mike-hauser/
Dec 2014 · 418
On your flesh
Carolin Dec 2014
On your flesh remains
poetry and stars. I don't
see any scars. The bees
and the birds hum to you
the best of melodies.Gardens
in your eyes is all i see.
When our lips touch i get
to take in all the secrets
you feed to me. I read the
secret messages behind
your tears. They leave me
lost as if i read a message
in a bottle in the middle an
angry sea. No one could ever
take you away from me. I'll
love you for an infinity.
Only us two will get to
exchange this marvelous
experience. Come on come
on darling let's exchange
this experience for an eternity.
For this is our destiny and
you and I were always meant
to be* ~
Dec 2014 · 262
What poetry is about ...
Carolin Dec 2014
It's not about
how many will
trend it's about
how many hearts
will it mend* ~
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Chaotic Love
Carolin Dec 2014
We moved in waves.
Lost in love , lust and
star dust we felt the pulse
rush. Loving him is a must.
I'll give up anything and
everything just to keep our
chaotic love
alive* ~
Dec 2014 · 417
Traces of invisible ink
Carolin Dec 2014
Traces of invisible ink
on your body made me
sit back and think. Will
they lead me to your heart
and let me sink ? Will they
drench me like the ******
poet's black ink ? I'll never
know unless i trace them with
my fingertips and tongue. I can
hear my fingers fighting about
which one will touch you and
run down your coffee coloured
skin. It must be the beauty you
hold from within that leaves me
with these cravings of wanting to
sin. If the transparent ink on you
leads me to the gateways of heaven
and your heart will  you let me in* ? ~
Carolin Dec 2014
She lit the past with a match.
Watched the flames lick the
walls as they danced slowly
then all at once. We'll never be
the same again that's all he said.
Collecting the ash of what was left
and taking my hand to walk over to
the river side in the dead of night. Shut
your eyes and blow the pain away in
the wild winds. This is your chance to
live again and feel your heart beat from
within. Because a beauty like you deserves
to be loved and unbroken. I'll mend your
chest stitch up that precious heart of yours.
And fill the cracks of your bones with
nothing but the purest kind of love. We'll
never be the same again he said as he leaned
down and kissed her forehead. I'll make sure
you never experience anything bad or sad like
you did before we met. Now come on darling it's
almost time for bed. Let me wrap you with my
arms of dazzling gold to keep you warm instead
of the blanket that you just burned and claimed
it dead.* ~
Nov 2014 · 2.7k
About a course i hate
Carolin Nov 2014
I hate tax accounting as
much as I hate white icing
on my cake. For ****'s sake
why do they give us such
complicated courses as
requirements to take* ~
Carolin Nov 2014
Standing in the kitchen
behind the counter covered
in cheese and pizza dough.
He was thinking of her while
she was in her dark blue of jeans
drenched with the scent of strong
coffee beans. He drifted away in
thoughts of her. How she looked like
with the hair falling down on her face
the way her smile lit up with grace.
How about we go out for brunch and
a coffee. Why not lunch and grab an
espresso from Starbucks instead and
before i forget don't call this a date.
Should i panic or drop down flat dead.
How could such beauty mess with my
head he said. Standing on the right side
of her he asked how do you like your
chocolates ? Darker than my enemies
souls she said. That was when she casted
a spell on his heart and soul making him
propose and give her his all. This love is
not just coincidence perhaps its destiny
and fate* ~
Nov 2014 · 1.7k
What words have ...
Carolin Nov 2014
Every word has
a pulse. Every poem
has a heartbeat* ~
Nov 2014 · 365
The Heart The Heart
Carolin Nov 2014
It pumps it beats it bleeds
the heart the heart the heart.
It wants what it wants the heart
the heart. It echoes with your
name as your love flows through
its arteries and veins. You make it
look better than Shakespeare poetry
back in the old centuries. Your name
carried deep inside its four chambers
looking prettier than shiny gold amber
falling out of an old tree trunk in the
month of December. It's a survivor a
warrior and a fighter the heart the
heart* ~
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