I knew the moment we met that the stars were alive within your eyes.
The constellations bloomed across your very skin.
I’m dazed from drinking you in.
I watch your delicate lips move, the color of dogwood leaves in the fall.
I watch you lose yourself under the glow of a mirrorball.
My soul calls out to you.
There is a garden planted in my heart by you…
And there is nothing I can do
I’m in love with you.
Help me find something real in this city of stars.
Let me hear the start again of this story of ours.
You smooth my ugly scars with your fingertips kiss.
Until the day I die only you could be the one I miss.
You and I are intricately entwined always until the very end of time.
Samantha Carroll
sacarroll1691
Samantha Carroll is a thirty one year old debut author of the poetry collection My Real Life Red. She grew up writing songs and poetry. In her spare time, you can find her listening to Taylor Swift, watching Doctor Who or doing yoga. She is a mom of two children, two dogs, seven cats, and two fish. She resides in South Carolina.
Sleep
(First line excerpt from Robert Frost poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)
“And miles to go before I sleep.”
I don’t sleep
Maybe I’ve forgotten how
Maybe it’s because in my dreams is where the memories of you I keep.
Your eyes pull me into them…
Drowning in the deep
Running through the woods being chased by the shadows of my mind.
You’re alive but you’re the ghost that takes up all of my time.
How can I lose you when you showed me how to be alive?
Breathed life into my empty shell
Pulled me out of the fires of my hell
Now I’ve lost you to time except for when I’m asleep.
Into the Clouds
Storm clouds come rolling in
Waiting for the downpour with bated breath, tongue tied
Let the rain drown out the pain
Into the clouds now
Don’t make a sound
The rain lives in her veins.
The ocean is alive in her eyes.
The water pours from her soul.
She was born of water
Not just someone’s daughter
Lost to the hurricane alive in her soul.
The rain within her never leaves her alone.
Fall into the clouds now
Stop! Don’t make a sound
The rain is alive inside
The ocean calls her home
The water comes from her very soul.
Introduction
This is my first time participating. I just have a hard time writing in a structured time usually…that’s why I wanted to participate.