Rest Where You Lay

I been here a million times before,

the numbness as I walk out the door.

My heart heavy like a drum,

thinking about the nights I kept you warm.

Nothing like being intertwined in your warmth.

Skin on skin, watching the sun,

I become undone,

as the sun rises from the perspective of your eyes,

knowing inside it’s all a damx lie.

“You crave me,”

how lazy,

can my emotions be?

Lying in the sheets,

wrapped in your deceit,

how does this comfort me,

how do I feel pain and relief?

How can you look at me,

like I’m the enemy?

Push me away, when I always made sure you were okay.

Never mistake lust for love, you’ll never rest where you lay.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

Your Warmth the Ultimate Ecstasy

I want to lay on your chest,

get lost in the rhythm of your breath,

I want to rest with you.

Encircle my arms around your essence,

bury myself in your presence,

I want to get lost with you.

Caress your skin, stroke your hair too.

I want to hear symphonies,

have epiphanies,

reach beyond infinity,

Into a world of the unknown,

gaze into your eyes all night long.

Did I mention I want to get lost in you?

Make melodies, so heavenly, you prove,

that logic can be replaced,

when love wins the race.

You comfort me.

My peace, you’re my retreat.

Can you lie here in my arms?

With you I feel no harm.

Tranquility, the only thing I’m searching for,

safety in everything I explore.

Rest with me,

your warmth the ultimate ecstasy.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

My Soul Needs Relief

I yearn for you, in the deepest crevices of my mind,

my insides quivering, I can’t cross the line.

Every emotion, conceal it,

my heart can’t feel this.

Lust and love can never merge,

but fuxk I have the urge,

to touch you in places that make your brain scream,

trace my fingers on everything in between.

I want to be one.

Connect on levels that bring us closer to the sun.

Can I explore you?

I swear I adore you.

Laying together, traveling galaxies,

in and out of reality,

you open my imagination,

 heighten my vibration.

Your soul speaks and mine repeats,

this shixt causes me so much grief.

Try as I might to accept and let be,

detachment is my only way to truly feel free.

My emotions ignore what my brain is telling me,

lust wins for now, my soul needs relief.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

Pain, I’m No Longer Your Slave

Heartache teaches more lessons than love,

I’ve often questioned the man up above,

why am I never enough?

Why is the road I travel so tough?

Why am I always invisible?

Why am I never accepted as an individual?

External sources destroying me inside,

especially at the times I most needed a guide.

The countless questions were never answered,

eating away at my soul like cancer.

I had to forget about everything outside,

the sleepless nights when no one was by my side.

I learned to thrive alone,

pain taught me to be strong,

I could listen to a million encouraging songs,

but nothing ever helped until I learned to sing on my own.

My lyrics, my words, my story always mattered,

today I say goodbye to the former, and welcome the latter.

I get to create the world that I want to live,

I still have so much to fulfill.

Thank you pain for being the greatest teacher,

I’m ready to graduate and blossom into a new creature.

From ashes to beauty,

I can finally pursue me.

Wholeness is the only thing I crave,

pain, I’m no longer your slave.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

Our Reality

How do pain and happiness coexist?

I wanna buy roses,

feel like I’m overdosing.

A volcano exploding,

I come undone when you’re near me.

It’s completely,

insane.

My brain,

thinks of you constantly.

Honestly,

being intertwined with your soul,

makes me feel whole.

We’re so wrong for each other,

but damx I can’t fathom another.

You’re the only girl that I see,

my heart suck on repeat.

your touch is all that I feel, your voice is all that I hear,

even when you aren’t near.

The memories are so dear,

I wanna stop looking in the rear,

view mirror, finally let you go,

but fuxk, the way you console my soul!

Your love hurts, then it heals,

I try so hard to conceal,

that this is damaging me,

I wish you could see,

I love you, I hate you,

I blame you,

I blame me,

for believing that true love could be our reality.

*Jay Smoove-the poet*

Acceptance

Acceptance, what’s left then,

tired of all the stressing,

tired of feeling less than,

need redirection.

Ready to grow,

reach past my potential,

get to the root,

dig up everything new,

put the past behind me.

A life full of dichotomies,

back and forth, no apologies,

seeing the world beyond black and white,

I’m so ready to take flight,

discover a world of rainbows and smiles,

live without a doubt.

Acceptance, what’s left then,

me, without blaming you,

me, no longer a fool,

me, letting go of all the hurt,

me finally realizing my worth.

Acceptance, I never been less than,

I’m finally looking through my own lens,

yea, acceptance.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

Love Is a Drug

Climax, the peak, the pinnacle,

no longer an individual.

Two lives collide,

reaching inside,

one another, trying to discover,

a world for only lovers.

An escape, that takes every breath,

empty, nothing left.

More than gravity,

pulling each other out of reality,

into a realm of endless possibilities.

A place where magic exists,

a feeling rippling throughout your skin,

the intensity of each kiss,

passion with an unforgivable twist.

A hold that only a heart knows,

sensuality, craving every touch,

it’s never quite enough,

addiction must be rough,

because love is a helx of a drug.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

To be Truly Felt

You were my heart in human form,

the dopest lyrics from a poem.

You were my sunshine,

illuminating all the dark spaces in my mind.

You were the moon and the stars,

your smile touching me from afar.

You were my whole world,

until it all came crumbling down.

How do I pick up the pieces of my heart?

Splintered, shattered, I feel so out of sorts.

Cinematic moments, frozen in space,

memories of every embrace.

What a waste,

unrequited love a disgrace.

How do I move on,

when the melodies from your heart are my favorite song?

Am I okay?

Feel like I’m drifting in and out of lanes,

reaching for something unattainable,

it’s unexplainable,

to love when there’s nobody to reciprocate.

But I guess true love can never get away.

So today, I’m mending all the cracks,

putting me back,

together, cause the purest type of love,

comes from self, love

has to be for oneself,

to be truly felt.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

A Place My Heart Calls Home

Sometimes I wish I had no emotions,

my heart feels like it’s exploding.

Tears flowing like an ocean,

but more like in slow motion.

I promised myself I was done crying,

but my mind knew I was lying.

Why did God make me so sensitive?

Why do I always forgive?

I want to go inside my chest, reconstruct everything,

so pain can no longer remain.

I want to hide from all the bad,

seek shelter in all the things that make me glad.

I want the comfort I give,

just want something real.

Until then, I guess I’ll just deal,

with all the things I no longer want to feel.

I promise, I just want to heal.

I want to finally ascend,

bloom and transcend.

I want to roam,

to a place my heart finally calls home.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

I’m a Slave to Ecstasy

“Jay,” soft repetitions of my name,

whispers pattering like rain.

Skin as delicate as rose petals,

whimpers to never,

leave.

You’re gripping me, stripping me,

I’m bare, vulnerable the thing I hate most.

Listen close,

your heart matches mine,

each beat synchronized.

You take me to places my mind can’t understand,

then you smile and do it again.

And again.

I’m frozen in the suspense of it all,

hoping like helx love will catch my fall.

What do you do to me?

I’m a slave to ecstasy.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

Peace is My Only Place of Respite

Some people find comfort in money and clothes,

but I’m the type to search for things that touch my soul.

I hate my sensitivity,

tenderness, my proclivity,

it’s just me.

I finally see,

all the layers wrapped together,

knit perfectly like a sweater.

It all translates to the perfect picture,

although I’m quick to remember,

all the shixt that makes me panic inside,

that forces tears down my eyes.

Somehow I’ve always looked towards the sky,

God has always been my reason why.

My source of strength,

at times, my only friend.

I’m not interested in your judgement,

change the subject.

I’m unapologetically me,

flaws and all, I’m carefree.

I let go of all the things no longer serving me,

I carry me.

Love, validation, affection, I’m no longer desperate,

peace is my only place of respite.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*

God Got Me

Every day I scratch and claw,

searching for the meaning of it all.

“Just relax, don’t stress,”

but what about all the nights that’s sleepless?

Mind racing, thoughts keep coming,

why do I keep stumbling?

I’m giving it everything I got,

how is it not,

enough?

I’m so tired, beyond exhausted,

but what would it profit,

if I give up now?

How the helx does that sound?

Got so much to accomplish,

just sit back and watch it.

But everything in me screaming I can’t go on,

this struggle feels a million miles long.

Mentally drained, emotionally drained,

all y’all can say is don’t complain.

Not knowing inside I’m going insane.

I’m trying desperately to reframe this pain,

trying to push through it all,

trying so hard to stand tall.

I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying.

But mostly I feel like I’m dying.

The fruits of my labor bear little reward,

I gotta get up off this floor.

Gotta find my way to success.

I’m so tired of lack.

I’m a warrior, got so much more in me.

Look to the sky, cause only God can carry me.

I’m on E,

thankfully I realize God got me.

*Jay Smoove- the Poet*