Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Serenity

She walks, like madness in the night.
Never quite knowing, if she's been steered right.
She runs, on eggshells all day long.
or hot coals, whichever you'd prefer to call them.
She knows she's fading, distantly anticipating.
Where she'll end up, no one quite knows.
She walks, down by the seashore; moonlight, it disappears.
Patiently waiting, for a place to call her own.
She sits, underneath the starry night sky, wishing, waiting, to reappear.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Not finished, still working on a couple lines to add to the end!

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Possibilities

I think we've met,
once before
Not in this lifetime,
but I can't be sure.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Retractable & Alleviate blended

Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
I've been waiting breathlessly to speak with you again.

But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
I'm at a loss for words, wordless again.

And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
This never happens, as I always have something to say.

Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For unknown reasons, you've left me speechless again.

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

I couldn't make up my mind which way I liked it best, so I'll let everyone else decide. Both of these short poem's I took from a longer 3 page prose poem. I just enjoyed them more apart from the longer version.

Christina Jackson Feb 2013

Retractable

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