She sleeps in a meadow
Fields of blossoming flowers

The scent carries her away

She isn't here, nor there
or anywhere

She sleeps under diamonds
Shinning so bright
Always disappearing
on the clearest of night

Daybreak awaits her
She tries to run away

The roots of the flowers
They grab hold

Pleading

You cannot run
You cannot hide from me

Lost in her own world; all alone

Nothing good could possibly come
of her returning home

© 2014 Christina Jackson

It was not in the way he spoke his words that made her fall in love with him
It was the way in which he directed those precious words at her and only her,
that made her heart melt through the floor and fall for him more and more.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

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