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Kristina Weeks Jul 2018
Why are you so familiar
The way you look so iconic
You’re the gin in my tonic
The reverie is chronic

Have we met before now
In some distant place
I know I’ve seen your face
Old memories you replace

Perhaps we knew before
Each other in another life
Not this one we’re in now
Other realities; Our story rife

Maybe in one we met young
We went to the same school
I was too scared to talk to you
You were probably too cool

I watched you from afar
Saw you grow and mature
You married her and never saw me
That is one I’m sure

Maybe in one I wasn’t scared of you
I faced my fear; We talked
You decided to give me the time of day
And on the beach we walked

We dated for a while then
But one day it was too much
I pushed you away you disappeared
Some stories go as such

Maybe in one our time was brief
A few moments maybe more
Minutes or possibly seconds then
The short ones I abhor

I was down and depressed that day
I was looking for a friend
I saw you then you frowned at me
My life I decided to end

Maybe in one we’re fictional
Characters in a book
We existed only as words on a page
That story I would look

I was a princess and you a knight
You rescued me from a tower
A dragon you slayed you were so brave
With your golden sword of power

Maybe there’s a happy one
My favorite one at best
The one with the happy ending
In this one we were blessed

We stayed together, got married then
Some kids to college we would send
With each other we grew old
We closed our eyes; Our story ends

Ramblings of an imaginative girl
It could all just be thought
But just in case I could be right
My many lives, you’ve meant a lot

Each one just as important
No matter how short or long
In each one you’ve played a part
Your contribution never wrong

So now we’re here in this life
Talking in your bed and going to shows
When this one ends our souls restart
Infinite loop of which no one knows

It’s comforting to think about
How my spirit will follow true
In life and in death we’ll find each other
I’ll forever love you
Comforting thoughts of eternal love.
Kristina Weeks Jul 2018
Well here I go again
Hiding behind letters on a keyboard
Saying what I wish I could say
Through similes and a metaphor

Painting a picture of my soul
Art unique in design
Complex parables
They’re one of a kind

Using my pain and despair
To make darkness into light
A rising sun in a forest
Uncomfortably bright

It burns my skin on my face
Dissolves my tears
Gouge out my eyes
The darkness is near

I create this world and everything is new
Everything is emerald and gold
But I’ve done this all before
It’s starting to get old

My trees are starting to rot
The lakes are running dry
The rocks are crumbling
The winds blow all awry

You know how it all looks
You’ve seen how this goes
You’ve trekked through these woods
You are used to the glows

I’m running out of ways my love
To paint this perfect piece
I’m running out of colors soon
The land is losing peace

So now I am empty here
Like a bottle with no letter
My world I built is withering away
And I am off no better

But look at me now my dear
I’m doing it all again
Dancing around my heart and it’s words
Leaving it condemned

I’ll stand now and watch my world burn
Plumes of fire in the sky
Ash covering my blistered face
Trying not to cry
When using poetry to say what you really want to someone gets old and doesn’t work anymore.
Kristina Weeks Jun 2018
Serenade me with your skin made of silk
Your hand on my face the softest caress
I want to lose myself in your body
An odyssey of lust and obsession  

Your eyes hold everything and nothing
Windows to the universe
Their sultry allure calling like a siren
Whispering secrets you’ll never tell me

And those longing lips
They plead for a kiss with every smirk
Of which I’m happy to offer
They tremble with each touch

Your arms offer safety and security
Enveloping embrace protective and strong
But gently hold me like a blanket
Never let me go

Your voice my soul’s solace
Say your words that ****** my spirit
Spinning and dancing in my head
Anything anything you want

You are my rock in this hard place
Kristina Weeks Jun 2018
Come with me darling
  Our two hearts cast to the void
 Beautiful chaos
Kristina Weeks Jun 2018
There she sits in her narrow room
Room narrow and tall
The room a cave cold and dark
With a shelf on the wall

To her left there sits a table
Covered in tiny jars
And to the right there is a window
Lined, of course, with bars

Every day that starts anew
She rises with the sun
Shuffling over to her table
Her job has begun

She grabs a jar and whispers
Filling each one with light
Then seal them up quickly now
Seal them up tight

Holding the jar carefully in her hands
She shuffles to her shelf
And places it with the other ones
Each one part of herself

The shelf is covered in them
The little bottles filled with color
Sparkling reds, blues, yellows
All arranged around each other

And so the day begins
They come now to her cave
Arms reaching through the bars
It’s her bottles that they crave

So one by one she gives them out
One, two, five, then ten
Soon she’ll run out of jars
Time to refill again

Each bottle given out
To another reaching hand
Gets swallowed up in one gulp
So quickly it gets crammed

They drink it all down
Then they sway with delight
A toothy grin left on their face
A sort of high it excites

But soon the smile is gone
Their eyes snap back open
They fill with panic needing more
Realizing how much they’re broken

They rush back to the bars
Reaching gnawing clawing
Please, just one more
But her body now is falling

It’s become too much
There is nothing left
She collapses crying out
Soul now bereft

So the sun sets and they go away
They leave her alone now
Until tomorrow when the sun rises
This prison is her vow
Kristina Weeks May 2018
Look at the sky
Isn’t it beautiful
The wind dances on the warmth from the sun
The trees and grass sing salutations in response to its rays
Wet pavement reflects light like silver
A mirror to the sky creating an abyss of blue
A river
Floating in this beautiful life, alive
This is life through the eyes of a child

But then there’s me
Staring through and empty face
Hollow eyes
The river is just a river
The pavement is cracked and worn
My soul is torn between
Between wanting to die
And living a lie
What is alive
When you can’t feel anymore

What the **** is wrong with me
Every touch could be my last sensation
Someone please help me
I’m running out of patience
**** God
Who the **** are you
I’d like to talk to him
I’d like to meet him
Ask him why he’s doing this to me
Why did you give me so much

I’m losing a battle I was forced to fight
It doesn’t seem right
I’m losing the light
In my eyes glassing over
With each pathetic petty interaction
Put on my mask and dance
Dance you ******* monkey
Smile for the camera
Spin around and take a bow

I didn’t ******* ask for this
I didn’t ask to be here
I didn’t ask to be alive
I didn’t ask to be sad
I didn’t ask to be

They keep telling me
Everyone has a purpose in this world
Well maybe mine is to be ******* fodder
For the worms
Maggots eat through my body and lay their eggs
Let them swim down my throat and through my eyes
Maybe then I would see what this world really wants from me

I wish I could feel
No sensations anymore
No touch
I feel like I’m floating
Everything tastes like bile
My mind lagging behind my body like watching an old movie

Look left; look right
Step one; two
Itch; scratch
Breathe; cough
Hurts; stop
Eyes; burn
Stare; through
Laugh; stand up
Walk; now smile

Isn’t this fun?
Let’s do this again.
Same time tomorrow?
Kristina Weeks May 2018
The day you arrived on this earth
With eyes like the ocean
Being someone’s everything
What an expectation
Staying up all night
Worrying wondering
Parents, their love
A protective poison

Before was the love
So young so raw
Tickles and tricks
Blocks and shapes
Laughs and naps
Adoration for the boy
And from the boy
Admiration

The gentile touch of the father
Enough to lull you to sleep
The other half the missing piece
Your heart so full
Getting and giving
Looking up at the man
Man who you want to be
The hero
The knight
The king

Walk in dads shoes
Eat your food to be strong
Strong like dad
When you were sad
He was there to comfort you
Hold you
Every broken heart
I love you
I love you

But time
Time is a greedy witch
She always gets what she wants
Moments, memories, lost
Steps, words, smiles
Dances, advice, hearts
Where did they go
Those years those months
days, minutes, seconds
They’re gone
Childhood the dream
Its to wake up

Please...
Just 5...more...minutes

So now on this threshold
Ready to jump
Can’t fit in dad’s shoes
You look back longing
Longing for the simpleness of semblance of youth
Longing for those arms
that are now too far to hold
Drifting away like fog
Apart like the tide from the shore
Don’t want to fly away
Not ready
Not yet

The wonder of the child is gone
The hope in the eyes is gone
The “I love you’s” now gone
Stuck on this perpetual escalator
Constantly moving forward
But trying so hard reaching back
Arms straining stretching seizing
No, please

But look foreword now
Smile my boy it’s sunrise
A new day is dawning
Let the memories live
They live in you
In your reflection
it’s okay
Take that step
Do not fear
Raise your chin to your future
Soon it will be your turn
And one will wear your shoes
And eat their food
To be strong like you

As time progresses
Every hour spent together
Lives within your heart
Though love changes it’s never gone
Merely metamorphoses into more
What a beautiful bond between
Father and son
The father looks at the man
Eyes welling with joy
He lets the man go
So proud of his boy
Takes a step back
Let the bird fly

Broken bones heal if you set them right
Life’s a roller coaster
Keep your arms inside
But you are your father’s child
And he had you for a while
But now you are grown
You’ll be making it on your own

Tears will dry if you give them time
He’s always there standing by your side
Son do not fear the future
Cause you are your father’s child
And he had you for a while
But now you are grown
Just know you’ll never do this alone
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