I have a lot of insecurities and self doubt
There are a lot of things that I don’t particularly love about myself

The way that I would second guess most of the decisions I made
The way that I used to prowl about,
and devour every man that made me feel like a ******* without pay
I often times sit and ponder about how insufferably
rich I could have been, if only I had been using my ****** head

These insecurities and self doubt,
They live in me like the blood that pumps through my veins

It’s not as though I've lost my pride
Or the emptiness I feel deep inside
It’s like a blade, without the sharp tip
plunging into my heart
And the tears swirl beautifully down the drain
disappearing, and turning into a drought
A river bled dry, of all it's renowned glory
and distasteful self perpetuating doubt

The fruits of my labor are not regrets that I wish to take back
Rather lessons that I've learned
While stumbling along the wrong side of the tracks
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Most people fear death
But death is an unexpected friend
I fear not death
For it is time that I tremble,
upon every waking whim

Live for today
Not for tomorrow

The sand in the hourglass
Is slowly seeping into the gallows

Thinking you've wasted time,
Is a regrettable task

If you stumble up the realization,
that you've forgotten how to live

Stand on the edge of a steeply cliff
Hundreds of miles from the ground

Peer death in its face

You’ll realize death is nothing to fear
Rather, your fearful of all the time
your're wasting

Upon reflection
One will realize that time
Is not your friend

Measurable by science
But inconceivably immeasurable,
In the eyes of men

I once read a quote spoken by a famous man
It simply said “Lost time is never found again”
Sincerely yours, Benjamin Franklin

Don't waste it, forget the times
you once thought you were mistaken
Forget the sorrows of loved ones once lost

Remember their memory

Do something in your life
that will infinitely be treasured

© 2013 Christina Jackson

"I live, each and everyday to the fullest, not fully knowing if the decisions I'm making, are wrong or right.
However, I live, because with each new day, brings a chance to turn those wrong decisions into redemptive rights.
Not all in life is as sweet and delicious as apple pie. There may be bitter batches at times. Though always remember, everyday upon waking, be infinitely grateful you've been granted a chance at new life.
Don't waste it, make your mark. Grace the world with your imaginative mind. Regardless if the world disagrees with what you've done so far.
Always remember and never forget, that it is your life. Live it in kindness, and always be mindful of your words. Have a voice, be confident, spread your wings and soar"
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Sometimes;
You are like a cave to me

Dark; mysterious
Often times dreary

But I love you all the same
that'll never change

I promise
That'll never change

Cause I love you all the same...

© 2013 Christina Jackson

We are all passing ships in this life
Guided by misguided compasses

Floating along rocky shores
of ignorance and bitter distaste

But it doesn't have to be that way

We can adjust our sails
Reset our compasses
to love and peace

It's not to late
It's never too late
to change our journey

However, no matter
which sea we choose
to sail

In the end;

We all succumb
to the same fate

It's not too late..

© 2013 Christina Jackson