Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For now, hope is all I hold, in this hopeless abode.
Forever resting, in this empty home; I call my heart, the roaming gnome.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Cure for boredom

So endless do these words pass from fingers, to lips.
Carefully strung letters, flowing from hands, to tip.
Eventually, we'll all get the hang of this; well, life that is.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Alleviate

I've been waiting breathlessly to speak with you again,
but I'm at a loss for words, wordless again.
This never happens, as I always have something to say.
For unknown reasons, you've left me speechless again.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Probably, most likely not finished yet, don't know!

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Past, present, future lover

Dear past, present, and future lover,

If we never meet, please, I want you to know this. Wherever you've been, wherever you may go, just know I always loved you, in this life and in the last. Each day I wish and wish for you to come and take me away. I just need you to know, if I should die before your eyes meet mine, your heart, don't worry it'll be alright. All those nights I've spent wondering what you'll look like, the way that you'll taste,  a deep sadness fills my chest. You; are what's missing. My lost puzzle piece, I've been searching and searching for countless years. It still aches, this beating heart of mine, it aches for you, for your love. It long's to know every inch of you, every scar, every freckle. In my heart of hearts, I really hope you get this message.

I hope your hearts not as lost as I, just as empty, just as broken as mine. Our hearts, they know we belong, whoever you may be..These blood pumping hearts know, a mere signal will alert us of each other. The moment our lips meet, our hands touch, a blazing fire set's flame, those coals burning deep within, will rise from the very ashes of our cold dead hearts, and rekindle again. Into the most beautiful of fires. A symphony of lust and love and desire, a longing to know every part of one another. I can't help but notice, we've been wandering for far too long, our path's may have already crossed, but that moment wasn't meant for us. We'll have ours, eventually. And I don't care if we meet the day before we die, as long as we got to meet, that would satisfy my heart's desire. I suppose if we'd already met, I'd like to apologize, to tell you what a mess I was in, a mess I was. She's not who I am anymore, I've swallowed the key and locked the door. She ceases to exist....forevermore.

This blister, it continues to ache, gets rougher as the days without you grow thinner. My love, oh my love, where are you? Please come find me, just tell me you're on the way. That you'll be here soon and your flight's been delayed. I'll meet you in the middle, unless you'd rather call it halfway? We'll sit by the moonlight, and wait for the sun to grace us another day. Forever in your arms,  hopefully I'll stay.

All those stars I've wished upon, one of them must be you. Gently placed, before my eyes. I nearly found you, but you've been disguised. Hidden somewhere, I simply cannot find. To a land unknown, even to space, even to time. This 3 dimensional world, is beginning to grind, my very teeth, into sharper lies. The words cut with bitter premise. I need you here and now, I just need to see you smile. To know that glimmer in your eyes is because of me. I'll deal you out in aces and spades, gamble my heart, to find what remains. I know you'll find me eventually...someday

Sincerely,

                Your past, present, and future lover.

© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Translucent

These ancient feelings, run deep to the core.
Roots overgrown and broken, renew thee once more.
Transcending, through time and space.
I'm merely a vessel, just waiting to open its doors.
Release me into this cosmic infinity, and send me home.
Mother earth, so lovely you are, but your people are drones.
Thoughtless amphibians, waiting to conform.
Please just take me, take my soul; let me come home.
So many beautiful breaths I've breathed, in this magnificent world.
So many wonderful night's left to adore.
Though I love this planet, I'll be happy when I've finally gone home.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

I may be

I may be a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
I may be a thinker, yet I don't stand alone.
I may be a lover, just waiting to discover.
Or maybe I'm you, and you're I.
Just passing ships, floating through the sky.
I may be a dreamer, but no dreams are the same as mine.
I may be a thinker, but not one person thinks as I.
I may be a lover, thinking, and dreaming,
of all the wondrous things, If I ever did discover,
a dreamer, a thinker, a lover, such as I.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

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I write not for me, but for you.
I share what’s in my heart, in hopes it reaches yours.
This love of mine will never die in vain.
If only words could really express,
What it is we’re all trying to say.
We write because we know no other way.
We write because we all have something to say.
For words are only words, until they're perfectly placed.
They wait patiently, not knowing where they’ll go, or what they’ll say.
We all write because we have something to say, it comes from deep within.
Yet sometimes we don’t know where to start or when to end.
We’re all dying, pleading, the same things.
We just use different words, in different ways, to reach an end.
© 2013 Christina Jackson