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I'll wait, whisper and wait.
Whisper in your ear, please
tell me all the things you want me to hear.
Glued to my seat, superglue, my feet,
won't move.
What have you done?
Please remove me, from these shackles;
from these chains.
All I've ever wanted, is you out of my brain!
How am I to obtain, that hidden goal,
without your reins.
Reign of terror, running through my veins.
What constitutes fear? and what about pain?
All the pain you've left me in.
Did you think of the consequences?
And look what remains.
Nothing, nothing, I'm ashamed.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
blah needs some work, at school right now so didn't really edit it nor do I give a ****.
I still think of you,
though you're not around.
Those three simple words, stop
the hands of time.
I just want your hands in mine.
Close, gentle, kind.
A love so prosperous, a love
fine as the finest wines.
Sweet, loving, mine.
Hold me, for the rest of life.
All wrinkled and withered, a faint
smile.
You still give me the shivers.
When you're close to I.
I still want to feel, every breath,
every cry.
Just close your eyes, one time.
I'll kiss you gently and get lost
in rhymes. Me? A fool?
Not this time.
Forgive me love, we'll meet sometime.
Far away, in another life.
You'll know how to find me, just
remember my smile.
We've loved oh we've loved, but a
thousand times.
Same soul, different mold.
Love's repeated in riddles
and roads.
All depends which ones you roam.
The path always leads,
to hearth and home.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Insecurity; breeds inferiority.
Empty, cold and broken.
What's lacking now, forever hopeless.
Those eyes; encompass my soul.
A mirror is what you see.
My looking glass, it's so tempting.
It's what you'll never know that perplexes me.
How could you not? In a world so isolating.
What your future holds, terrifies me.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Quite possibly, not very sure yet, this is probably not finished.
Am I doomed?
Doomed to never find love.
I could spend a 100 years writing about it,
every day I walk this earth.
Am I so broken?
That love is confused
and the arrow of Eros has evaded me once more.
Will it ever find me?
I stopped looking long ago.
Afraid of what I might find,
that misery loves company.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Why do you make me cry?
Hidden between bread and
four turkey slices.
Hold's a delight so wonderful,
I can't describe.
Some bitter, some sweet.
Oh they're sure a treat to eat.
Red, White, Vidalia sweet.
My tummy screams, heartburn,
it begins. Prilosec OTC, not again.
Those **** onions, they always win.
© 2012 Christina Jackson
lol @ this poem, sorry for the corniness of this! Had to throw in a funny one.
Your lips, speaking in tongues.
I can't understand; this battle
you've won.
© 2012 Christina Jackson
Twas the night, the night
I could not sleep, through
thy gentle eye, my iris's
would peek, and sing
a lovely song, that puts me to sleep.
A melody so charming, I think
It's time I dream, of all those
sheep, and they dance about
my head;  98..97..96....almost to bed.
Those persnickety little voices,  just wont
hush up, it seems I can't find
the mute button.
Just my luck
© 2012 Christina Jackson
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