When we're young,
We're filled with goals and dreams
In those goals and dreams we hope for someone, whom in the, believes
Talents galore, but undeveloped songs unsung
Passionate drives fervently burning
However, flames have difficulty quenching
Cries want to come out from pointless trying
Dreams falling to the wayside, tranquilly
Forever fighting strong feelings
Painfully building new strengths
Like a high-perched eagles gliding down, hope falls
This is the story of unconquerable dreams
I like girls
Who are off the hook
And off the chain
And off everything
has sharp colors and
places deep where faces hide
places forgotten where even the hopeless dream
calling out along the night breeze
she held hope to hear answer that never came
she held out against fear and dared to dream
and then she found poems scrawled on the walls
a wordsmith who spoke to her soul
and she knew
opulent places of exquisite beauty
and desolate strip malls
with a single shopping cart in the empty
she climbed in and he pushed
her faster and faster
laughing free they
conquered the night and smiled
up at stars
two am in the summer is a palace
of the hopeful romantic
of the lonely shuffler dance seeking a song
and in the depths of hollow night
anyone even i can find a reason to endure
even i can seek a hand to hold
opulent palaces of the soul
and the magic is the heart that wanders
the hour with love in his or her mind
and the suburbs are filled with distant sounds
the ever flowing highway
to the shuffle of the man carrying his home into
the depths of the night whistling a song of youth
the suburbs are moving in slow motion on the nightbrezze
two am and a shopping cart
lean down and kiss her
and in that moment love everything in the hope
and wonder you see in her eye
even a shadow like me could find life there
even a remnant like me could see a future there
I'm working I tell my mom
staying up late at night as she thinks I'm doing homework
while I actually waste time on youtube and 9gag.com
search cultures, and histories, and groups
wanting to belong
and be a part of
a community, a group, find myself
and then I feel so selfish sitting in my room starting to pity those who don't have food
when the pity turns on my for having no sense of culture nor community
I go to school everyday wanting to learn about everything that I don't hear
about space and stars, histories, wars, and of people who belonged with friends in proximity
I can't work, I try to but I can't
I search up how to look more pretty and attract my crush
and then how we shouldn't care about looks from someone who loves to rant
I listen to punk rock, ska punk, celtic punk, and rock because I can't work
I play my trombone because I can't work but I can do music homework
I read books about history and stars because I can't work but I can learn
You can't go anywhere without good grades they say
so if only i was marked on things I wanted to learn
things I wanted to present for things I wanted to earn
I'm only 15 and don't know where this is going
and now I'm resisting the temptation to erase this whole non-poem that I'm to and froing
with info about my life that only I care about
while I procrastinate like most kids do my age
when I hear my mom shout
telling me to not stay up too late and that she's proud of me working
when I'm actually wasting my time and her dreams
so I'll get back to my can't working
ending this not-a-poem with something it's not doing- flowing
These words I long not to regret
Words of such I'll never forget
A shining light; cascading
unto my soul
Your guiding might, one of
such I'd like to call my own.
A love to call my own.
The universe is guiding me, eventually;
she'll lead me home.
Forever in the place, I'll infinitely call our own.
Your love is calling me, leading me down these winding roads.
Such a beautiful heart; my beautiful heart,
love Is all I know, and love, it's all you need to know.
Nothing more, and nothing less, is more important or second best.
Those four little letters, you mean the world.
Every little piece of you, perfect, imperfect; my mold.
The fates destined this to be, soon; one day
we'll finally meet. I'll fill your hear with joy.
A smile I'll wear, only you can adore.
Here in my heart you'll grow.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Oh how I weep when you say my name
You are the blood that spills from my veins
They're so hallowed you see
Drained of all its life
like a sucking mosquito
laughing as it feeds
© 2013 Christina Jackson
I have ink smudged on my lip
‘cause lately I’ve been misunderstood
I spent some time chasing love
the pen always running off the page
tried my hand at perfect, maybe desperate
and I’ve fallen heels over head
to the point where I’m running backwards
trying to erase my tracks of the places
I never meant to go, and
the people I never meant to hurt, or lose
It’s been two years now
since I’ve had a guy call me his,
been on a few dates,
so sick of being played, wasting my time
I’m ready for honest,
and honestly, I’m not ready for you
See, I have my pockets full of dreams
a determination to leave this town behind
I can’t do that with ties to someone,
don’t want to be held down
I’ll admit, there are a lot of nice fellas
that can treat me like a lady,
one, or two that I’ve come to respect
ones I wouldn’t mind settling down with
but I’ve been on the run for so long,
I’m terrified of love, of commitment
and when I feel cornered in those four letters
I panic, and shut down
I don’t mean it to be rude, but sometimes
my mouth doesn’t have a filter
and I can’t unspeak the words I didn’t mean to say
that’s why I’m telling you now,
don’t force me to say it to your face,
independence never tasted so sweet,
I just can’t get enough of it,
I have a newfound love for me, so
don’t make us something that we’re not.
To my face you smile
Behind my back you snigger and wince.
You appear to forget that I am not blend or deaf.
I hear. I see.
Sometimes I wonder if you know that I am aware
Or if you leave me in despair.
You dare come up to me with a smile and ask if I would like to walk home with you.
Today, I refuse to take it anymore.
I ignore you in order to refrain from shouting and letting it all out.
Today, I am going to take a stand.
Falls from my eyes
As you sleep.
When you turn away.
This empty feeling
That I get
When you make me feel
What you noticed
When I push you away.
In my eyes
That you cannot see.
Can't handle this
When you make me feel
Is what I'm turning to
As I feel myself
You're the only one
That can Make me feel
Ramblings Part I
Hippy dippy weather men, continued dark all night,
one potato, two potato, keep trying until I get it right,
you roll em up and roll em up, mark em with a 'B',
put em in the oven, the truth shall set you free,
every time I close my eyes, something new goes down,
feel like Mr. Parker, lost in Barrytown,
the caves in Altimira provide historic news,
before Elvis it was Carl, who had those blue suede shoes
ding dong the witch is dead, at least that's what they say,
does wearing garlic necklaces, keep werewolves away,
or am I thinking vampire chicks, who like to play the game,
keep those fangs where they belong, I'm not here to claim
I know I've seen your face before, is must have been in a dream,
I've been in this chase before, a very familiar theme,
the small brown fox, chased a large black bear,
not very smart, unless you really don't care
heart equals love, love equals pain,
anyone who's been in love, has also been insane,
please excuse me , don't mean to intrude,
hope you don't think, that I'm being rude
will the politicians, ever get it right,
they say one thing, then change it overnight,
we keep replacing them, but nothing seems to change,
is there something wrong with me, but doesn't that seem strange
I bet I can keep this up, then again maybe not,
too much Sterlings Merritage, the killer's changed the plot,
now I need to lay it down, say good nite with an angels kiss,
once again I search the sky, look for the abyss