The sway and pull of this madness
a dance too vibrantly bade
I pause in the still framed freeze
to remake thy own steps in a dream.
My voice grows soft as I call you
Wondering. Was it all a waste?
the lantern was lit and I cannot quit
I've journeyed too far ahead.
Why do I want to cry for you?
Why do I feel like I've lost?
The most precious gift that has guided you
is derailed and left at the cross.
All I can say as I pray
the most gentle of whispers in day
I've never wanted you more.
We are parted here after, evermore.
100 years from now
No one will say your name.
75 years from now
No one will hold your hand.
50 years from now
No one will recognize your face.
20 years from now
No one will tell your story.
10 years from now
No one will remain unhaunted by your laugh.
5 years from now
No one will take down the pictures of you.
1 year from now
No one will be tearless at the anniversary.
So tonight
Don't take your life.
You could have a future.
Please remember that.
100 years from now
No one will say your name.
75 years from now
No one will hold your hand.
50 years from now
No one will recognize your face.
20 years from now
No one will tell your story.
10 years from now
No one will remain unhaunted by your laugh.
5 years from now
No one will take down the pictures of you.
1 year from now
No one will be tearless at the anniversary.
So tonight
Don't take your life.
You could have a future.
Please remember that.
Those words once written to you, were never such a lie,
Thrown casual to fool you, no never, a disguise.
The choice to run was childish, appeared dormant inside,
Yet day by day that went away, I wished I needn't hide.
This gross image distorts, the expression won't clean itself.
I'm speechless when I heed, needless to the ground...
The words are there to say, I cannot get them out,
I told you once, you disbelieved, my cries go on without.
Without you...?
I live this life without.
I think I'm in love with the idea of loving you.
I'm in love with imagining us whispering the words we would never say to anyone else.
I'm in love with the picture of us counting every star in the sky at 3:00 am
And getting lost in your dreams as you spill them out to me.
I'm in love with this story I have in my mind
Of us laughing at nothing
And sharing everything with eachother.
Those phone calls that go on all night
no matter how busy you'll be the next day.
Looking into your eyes an feeling like I'm home.
I want it all.
I think I'm in love with the idea of being in love.
Sunny day outside with friends
We drink smoke bullshit and discuss
Catch up on the little joys
Laugh at how the universe is fucking us
You see we're all degenerate rejects discarded from society
We rarely find love faith hope or kindness in others
But there's someone out there that understands me
And despite what they all say
Fucked up people like us can have friends anyway
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you
Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.
Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.
Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.
Alright,I need to temporarily change my username and delete my poem "I Drew A Picture". I'll re-post it later. Just wanted to say,because I though it would be weird if I suddenly changed my name without notice...so,yeah,just wanted to say
Oh how I weep when you say my name
You are the blood that flows through my veins
They're so hallowed you see
Drained of all its life
like a sucking mosquito
laughing as it feeds
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Butterflies on that first date,
Thinking of what
What to say.
My head rambles.
My breath abates.
My voice scrambles.
My face straight.
I think of wide stories
And hope to placate.
I want to pique your attention
With subtle lies and clean truth.
This to be our future's past first date.
We meet
And greet.
Hiding our anxiety
Behind smiles and drinks.
Wading through tension
With humorous winks.
I listen intently
But you catch me stare.
With each soft touch
We calm the air.
Anticipating discovery
I peek into you.
Opening myself
To reveal what's new.
Attract hints of passion
By sharing what's true.
For all this fragile effort
I hope for date number two.
11-08-2012.
