you are sun-kissed and your kisses feel like sunshine
you have freckles like constellations on your skin
you turn my words into un-writable feelings
and i'm not sure if i hate it
but i sure do
I want to spend three weeks
Hidden away in a cabin alone
And I want no one to ask me
Where I'd been or why I'd gone
I want to survive on eternal Words
Instead of my own finite phrases
To cut off hands and gouge out eyes
To know for sure where my heart is
I want to fall asleep before nightfall
So I'm not tempted by the darkness
And wake at the dawn of a new day
Wrapped in rising hope and faithfulness
And I want my life immersed in You
And I want my mind to stay on You
And I want more and more
And more of You
"Lord, I need You
Oh, I need You,
EVERY HOUR I need You!"
her eyes held words,
planets full of words,
but his held the sun,
and she just couldn't look away
i love to write
i love to write novels
and let my
pages-- a whole book
i love to write
You are like a Piano,
you can be loud yet quite,
but if I sat down and learned
your language I would know that
you are beautiful both ways.
Loud but powerful and captivating,
quite yet intriguing and peaceful.
You speak with beautiful words,
people don’t know that
you’re shadowing those beautiful words with your pain.
There is nothing worse in the world than
Yelling, I can't take the pressure
Being put on my back
For me to collapse, because
You use those words
To break me
Down, and there is nothing giving me the strength to
Get back up.
So why can't you turn your
Anger into love
The same way I turn my
One yell at a time
I can feel myself
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
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.
i forget the reason(s)
or don’t want to remember why or how we got here
unnoticeable to touch
and words only drive the knife
deeper into the wound
and my head
spins like Chinese paper planes slowly
making their dive into oblivion
the faster we move towards each other
get to killing
memories of days gone
feelings that are forced out through ejaculation
a vindictive silence
and ritual like horror
the stillness of heart makes us numb
and the wait for things to change
is slowly that: the wait
as two misguided voices chasing sirens in the sea
an intersection that has no stop lights
like death and human locomotives