christine-3
American
Words have always been a part of me, multiple languages, many contexts, many emotions to be expressed. I go for a while at times without writing, but there are always random catalysts that bring me back and essentially draw the words out of my soul. These words mean a lot to me and it is even better if anyone else enjoys or relates to them. Thank you for stopping by!
Home on my own
Nobody's here,
but I'm never alone
I'm entertaining my fears.
Running wild in my mind
they keep taunting my face
I can never escape
Where is my peace?
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
I know you,
though you don't always like
the you I see.
Uncertainty,
vulnerability
that you don't want to see,
or be seen
rises in moments of trust
but I hope it's ok
that I know...
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I give you love
I give you time
I give you pleasure
I give you my whole heart
but you don't seem to notice,
so now I f***in' give...
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
What kind of woman do you get
by standing back
and pursuing none?
Only the desperate ones...
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
I have been patient
not always
but mostly...
for a very long time.
Occasional outbursts
of NOOO...please!?!
have startled
and driven you
to hide again
Hurt humanity gone awry,
I hold my tongue again
while you walk away...
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
It's all for naught...I am pretty sure.
Yet I pull at threads
and grasp at shadows
to believe,
to see what I want to see.
Trying in desperation to attach my soul to yours,
I toss my heart in your direction,
and watch as it free-falls through space...
You smile and wink
and go on your way,
just as it falls
with a thud
that shudders through my being,
before I pick it up,
cobble it back together
and by some means try to trust you again
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
In my heart,
come joy or heartache
(even that which is caused by you).
Love that should last a lifetime...
until the multiplication of pain
tears the heart bit by bit
and the only course of action
seems to be to extricate you
by any means
from my heart,
in order to preserve it.
And so love dies...
to an uneasy stand-off.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
You see yourself as less,
apologizing for fancied flaws & imagined improprieties.
I see the kindness of your heart,
desiring good for all those around you.
You see yourself as dark,
full of negativity & sarcastic statements.
I see in unguarded moments
the softness of your soul,
and genuineness of your generous heart.
You see yourself as undisciplined,
as lacking routine & constancy.
I see the strength of conviction
that guides your heart,
the self-made statutes of kindness that control you .
You are ever willing to condemn yourself
by some artificial standard of attainment
given to you by others,
who may not know your quintessence...
but I know you.
I love the life I see within you &
love to be connected to the wit & wisdom
& wondrous effervescence that are You.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
How blessed is the mind that can forget,
and looking back remember only melodies,
without the darkened undertones of life,
which then remain only as the harmonies.
If memories of darkly haunting sorrow
can fade beneath the music of the light,
the blending of these two as time continues
creates within a soul the song of life
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
A well of insecurity lies within
which takes a mere hint
of love or affection,
to wrench to the surface,
sending it rushing uncontrolled
all over my life.
Would that I would not splash
that pool of anxiety onto you
who deserve nothing but my untainted heart,
but waves wash out &
when I least expect it
come crashing down on you.
Yet you bear up under the onslaught
and continue to show up again & again
even when I count you out.
your constancy stills the surging swells
until they are mere ripples under the surface
of the calm sea that is our love.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC