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You are the universe, the star dust flowing from within
Such beauty radiates from your iridescent skin
Glowing in the sunshine, welcoming everyone in
So inviting, like a doormat with a wonderful saying,
You are the flowers, the trees, and the leaves, infinitely swaying.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Hemingway once said "there is nothing to writing,
all you do is sit down and bleed".
Not his exact words, but good enough for me

So here I am, and here I'll bleed
Your love was the death of me
Those sharp thorny words
pierced the very best parts of me

So Hemingway, Is this what you expect of me?
No hidden messages, just ****** crumbled papers
in place of where my heart used to be

So here I am, and here I bleed
I'll go wandering
off into the dark corners of the city
Following the tune of all the drunken laughs
I'll make it eventually, at last

So here I am, and here I'll bleed
On this chain smoking night
By the river, without you next to me
© 2013 Christina Jackson
I don't want to wait for a sign from the universe anymore, what if they're aren't any signs?
I don't want to wait for a sign for you to tell me you love me, cause what if you really haven't all along

And I've been sitting here like a fool, just waiting for you to tell me what's going on.

I don't want to wait for a sign anymore; my heart has searched, only to turn around, look back, and walk straight out the door.

I can't wait for a sign from the universe anymore, what if they're aren't any signs?

And you've been searching and searching, but you couldn't find, that one sign.....So you gave up
turned your back on love, you thought the signs were showing you things.

Though you fear the signs themselves have already revealed what you've held deep inside for years.

I don't want to wait for a sign from the universe anymore; I already know what I want, I just don't know what I'm searching for.

Every choice I'll ever make
the answers are already within me
I'm changing my perspective on life
Cause' I'm tired of waiting for destiny

© 2013 Christina Jackson
It seems as if the weight of the world
is no longer resting upon my shoulders
I've been set free, released from the gallows

My life now but a blooming flower
Never did it stop growing
Yet I failed to see its beauty
Infinite and ever evolving

It feels as if the light has pierced the darkness once more
Penetrating its maddening concrete packed crevices
For so long has it waited to be revealed

A mask peeled away
One I thought I needed
to keep the vampires away

No longer afraid
that the sunlight
will reveal everything
I've been hiding for years
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Oh how I weep when you say my name
You are the blood that spills from my veins
They're so hallowed you see
Drained of all its life
like a ******* mosquito
laughing as it feeds  
© 2013 Christina Jackson
I used to think I wanted to live in the city
high above with all those grand lights a glow
I used to be afraid of the dark, until I
realized it was the darkness that I held.
Black as night, no shadows were cast
I feared nothing anymore, finally, at last.

I used to think the stars visible in the city
were the grandest gifts known to man
Until I traveled Into the darkness of
tightly winding trails. I found myself
gazing into infinity, looking back through
time. Millions of light-years away
the stars I now see are opposite images
of the black that once filled my life.  

I used to think a lot of things, but now, I know.
I used to fear a lot of things, but now, I don't.
If you don't step into the darkness from time
to time. You may risk never finding yourself.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Those ivy vines wrapped tightly around my mind
Won't you let go? Have you no decency to shut the door this time?
Invading my every notion, those words trapped me in a spell
A potion set in motion, a chemical reaction
Then ****, you will appear. Now won't you just disappear?
Politely excuse yourself from my realm of thoughts
Cause you know, I have doubts'. A swirling catastrophic
mountain of them raining down on me. Flashing clearly
of warning signs. Do not enter, do not enter this mind
Proceed with caution, for fear of what you might find
An imprinted impression of fluent atrocities, dripping
leaking with regret and remorse, for what I cannot forget.
Similar to a slowly seeping tea bag, letting me taste little
by little, but never too much, all at one time.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
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