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Apr 2014 JM Fuller

Carla Michelle

(v)
Yearn /yərn/*

If I want
to tell you something
I'll write it

I want copious amounts of things.
I want to be able to read to you
without the fear of
boring you .
I want to witness the half grown smile
that you carry in the morning
when you just aren't happy.
I want to be able to touch
your skin-
oh your fragile yet strong skin-
when you just come out of the shower.
I want to feel your breath
on the top on my collarbones
when your body is pressed
so tightly against mine.
I want to feel the warmth that reaches
my cold skin
from just one touch from your
hands.
I want to tuck those hands in between
my thighs-in the most *asexual way-,
while I sleep.
I want to press my lips
against the side of your face
when things aren't
so public.
I want to listen to you
complain,
after a long day .
I want to continuously
bicker when you ask me
"What color is the sky?"
only because I know you'll
come up with some odd
explanation for why I'm not right.
I want nothing,
I need nothing,
I seek for nothing more
than to just want you
and have you want me
in return.

Apr 2014 JM Fuller

Sex.

Apr 2014 JM Fuller

Carla Michelle

***.

ap·peal /əˈpēl/
(V).*
I never thought I'd get caught in you
especially in this way.

There you were,
you laid there
I saw not your face
but the creases on your back
your skeleton took me
in harmony.
And it's if I had found
the cursive scripture
of your bones in the ripples
of your morning skin.

There I was,
wondering if I had even
made a slight movement
that I would harm the scene.
Maybe it was cotton, polyester
between us and the
**** charisma underneath
but it built such
awe in the vessels of my body
as it did*.

I didn't need to touch you
to get caught
in the monument that
is you,
Before the day had even started
Before the night had wanted to say
goodbye.

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

A Kind of Mind Fuck (pt.1)

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

Carla Michelle

A Kind of Mind **** (pt.1)

There it is, a feeling,
that leaves your fingertips
trembling in such thrall.
Never did I hand you such
permission to enter the realm
in which I resided, and
place your grimy hands on me,
and push.
My head tries to fathom
exactly what you
have deemed upon me,
though, it
simply cannot.
Take your hands
off of my body,
for I cannot acquire such
pleasurable aesthetics.
Mentally nor physically
can I take you,
though, I must.
*Because God,
you're the most
beautiful head **** I've
ever had.

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

Four kinds of "I Love You"

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

Carla Michelle

Four kinds of "I Love You"

1. There he was, sitting at the end of the hallway
with his apple flavored "100%" natural juice box
resting in the palm of his immature hands.
He let me use his super 57 pack of Crayola's today.

2. He ****** Lucy last week. They say he wasn't
in control of his mind. Although, he still came to
visit me at the clinic yesterday, and told me that
he had saved me some for after I've made progress.
Since then, I've gained three pounds. He said
"You're glowing, and I'm sorry."

3. Someone once told me, "The one thing
you'll love more than anything, is a man
in a suit." Maybe getting a diploma wasn't
the only thing on his schedule,
because ****, he did look
ravishing.

4**. Toes to head, I stared, at him.
As he took those nervous steps through
the isle, even if I wasn't supposed to be peeking.
I still had time to find my something blue,
though, he was so distracting,
I forgot to borrow it.

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

When I Shooed the Cat

Mar 2014 JM Fuller

Pradip Chattopadhyay

When I Shooed the Cat

When I shooed the cat
It spoke out kinda human voice
So all your knowledge has come to that
Acting only on selfish choice!

Answered him without losing my grit
Pretentious cat a sly mean thief
Wise words in your mouth don’t befit
Most misplaced would be in you a belief!

Ha I laugh when you say I steal
A crumb of fish few drops of milk
Tribe of men when have belly’s fill
Gorge some more your hungry ilk!

Had been you a little kind and fair
And not just mindful of own wellness
Learned to live with caring share
The world would have been a lovely place!

In such a world never a cat would steal
Needn’t have to when kept well fed
Would discard all its furtive skill
Live cutely cuddled on human bed!

Jan 2014 JM Fuller

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Jan 2014 JM Fuller

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Dec 2013 JM Fuller

At a Glance

Dec 2013 JM Fuller

Ninjo Mivic

At a Glance

Life seems, at a glance, insignificant and short.
You're born and then you die;
which is looking at life from a completely objective point of view.

But we're not objects.
We think and reason with "I".
Life's not objective.

It's subjective.  We don't glance at things.
We think and feel and reason about everything and nothing.
We know how a bonfire smells and how it feels wearing our favourite jeans on an October night.
Or how my girlfriend looks when we've stayed up too late to fall asleep and all I see is her face in the dark on my bed.
But I feel her.  Her legs. And her hands.
And how the sky turns orange sometimes with the sun.
And then blue and then black with the moon.

We all love life.  Let's keep loving it and each other.
I love you.

Dec 2013 JM Fuller

How to flatter a woman:

Dec 2013 JM Fuller

Carla Michelle

How to flatter a woman:

There's a moment where nothing is being said
and nothing is the absolute meaning
to this absence of a pity conversation
that was better off never said.
The rules read:
1: Touch her skin.
Take the particles that make up
her oatmeal skin into your hands
and refuse to take it back.
2: Grab her face.
Bottle up all your enemies,
take her colored cheeks
to your ruthless thumbs
and simply
graze.
3: Look at her eyes.
Remember all things
that once damaged her
or the ones who have told
her too much already.
And find out the very things
she insists on keeping from
you.
4: Don't you dare ******* blink.
Don't you ******* choose to forget
the way she looked at you, the way
you did the same when she put the
auburn roses upon your cheeks.