Christina: Favorites

Oct 2013 Christina

Willa Kong

I'm from the land of candy, which is as rare as gold.

I'm from the land where fruits are our desserts and rice is a must.

I'm from the land where cheese is a treat and milk is banned.

I'm from the land where determination is my Parliament Building,

The Library is my City Hall,

Technology is my Plaza,

And Music is my Town Square.

I'm from the land where Math is our School,

Lucy Maud Montgomery is our teacher,

And Creativity are our Artists.

I'm from the land of pine-smelling air and strokes of sunburn.

Where laughter is heard at every corner.

I'm from the land of a Dominating Dad and a Mature Mom.

I'm from the land of a Busy Brother whom is somewhat caring.

I'm from the land which changes constantly,

Hot and Cold,

And is always forgetful.

I'm from the land where Pheonix Wright is our King and Meg Cabot is our Princess.

I'm from the land where friends are our special jewels,

And family is priceless.

I'm from the land where my valuables are my memories

And I'm still collecting them.

An English assignment in eighth grade describing my life.

#life #myself #identity

May 2013 Christina

Somewhere out East

May 2013 Christina

John Edward Smallshaw

Somewhere out East

Whatya waiting for?
let's go to war
it's written in the stars
and was foretold both by Jupiter and Mars
that men would die in furtherance of their own greed.
So
feed the fires
light up the skies with tracer shell
we'll build another hell right here on earth giving birth to untold grief.
Belief?
what belief is it that turns and knocks the whole world flat
and with its tongue that flicks the switches on a gun would run to break
the men that would attempt to take a minute out
to survey just what is being done
in the name of God or someone's son.
It's all as one
and as one we all die
So let the rockets fly.

But there is this
some will profit from the death
and with hot breath and hotter hands will arm those bands
that would seek out those less meek and waste them
yes
some men become the unseen ****** killing as they please and if it pleases them then the men who profiteer
cheer
'hurray
more money in the bank',
they say.

It's just another day for some underneath the threat of the burping gun
and they run
how they run
can't beat the bullet from the gun
too fast
too fast
I pray it doesn't last
but my God appears to have gone for lunch
which is not a bunch
of roses for anyone.

May 2013 Christina

Arrogance

May 2013 Christina

Uchiha

Arrogance

My sister was born with a special gift
she could weave could weave so beautifully
almost all the kings wives & daughters wanted her stock
like this she became very famous

She soon got a big head
let arrogance posses her mind
she mocked the king
sparring no mercy

One of the king's wives was angry
challenge her to a weaving contest
the wife lost
my sister mocked her

She was turned into a spider
the wife was never kinder

May 2013 Christina

Silence

May 2013 Christina

Sarah

Silence

Soft wind,
tugging at the corners of my scarf.
Silence,
tugging at the corners of my soul.
I liked looking at the world
through the purple fabric of my scarf.

I was busy,
counting stories in the clouds.
The adults prayed,
all around me, they sat, heads bowed.

Silence,
doesn't bother me.
I can tell the best stories,
inside
my head.
I don't need to tell them out loud.
They are my secret.

I look at the people,
bowed.
So many souls.
Or bodies,
my heart tells me they are empty at the moment.
Souls pushed out, on a breath of wind and a whisper of prayer.

I panic.
I don't mind Silence.
But. I don't like
to be alone.

Gentle tug turns menacing.
Wind ripping purple fabric from my hands.
Silence,
overwhelms me.
I need to convince myself
that there is noise.
That there is life,
because
I feel so alone.

And just when these thoughts,
pass,
through my panic.
They rise.
And there is life once more.

May 2013 Christina

emblem

May 2013 Christina

mark john junor

emblem

he seeks shelter from the rain
in the coffee shop
she offers him a cup of joe
she offers a moment to reflect

the hipsters and hangers about
fill her world with sight and sound
fill her senses with smiles and joy
but inside she know she needs something more
that this place is just an emblem
and cannot sustain a soul like her

she could have anything
she just need ask
but she cant find the words to describe
cant find an image to convey
her souls need

but its clear to him
its a ship sailing to distant spain
its a road leading out into a western desert
its a train rolling thru a dark stormy night to a northern town
its a footpath thru mist
its a man seeking shelter from the rain

he leaves with her smile
which she gave with a hopefull heart

now
wrestle with the shadows in his heart
but its her face that lingers
in the late hour
in this last time he will stand

the standards of the champions
the fighters for truth
the liars
and the ones too dark to do else but die
they gather in harsh light
and prepare to do battle and stand their ground

a prince of the beasts proud and fair
a champion to the ones who have no strength to call their own
the frame of time captures only the movement
but the fickle thought of who he is
prince of beasts proud and fair
champion of the clean linen uniform
regal bearer of the standard of a rising sun

reflected only in the young eyes
those cheering champions like him on from the side
but its only her smile that lingers for him
as his life flows spent onto the sand

she never did catch that train
never did escape that shop
never did grow beyond the borders
of the hipsters and hangers on
but least they loved her too
in their way
and that is some comfort

the girl, the coffee shop, the cup of coffee all happened...the rest was changed to incriminate the innocent

edit: the cup of coffee may have been a illusion. it has been redacted from reality

May 2013 Christina

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

May 2013 Christina

Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.

There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

May 2013 Christina

Lay You Lay!

May 2013 Christina

Ahmed Nisham

Lay You Lay!

Lay you lady lay!
In my sight, in my arms
Where I can hear your breath
Where I can give you warmth

Lay you lady lay!
On my bed, curled like you love to
Caught by fever and cold
And when you want me to hold
Lay you lady lay! Lay!

May 2013 Christina

All the Things She Used to Know

May 2013 Christina

Rachel Leigh

All the Things She Used to Know

You’re a dangerous child
With your dark eyes
And silly dreams
Drinking tea with poison lips
And buzzing bees with deadly fingertips

You’re a lovely teen
With manipulative ways
And martyr friends
Doing your deeds to delicious ends
Laughing at the boys in their lovesick craze

You’re a trophy wife
With outrageous claims
And lying ways
Drinking your tea with poison lips
And doing your deeds to delicious ends