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Time is a such a sweet commodity-
Brief in it's essence, I'm drowning
in you.
Mind, body, soul-
The night fades away, at hearts will.
Those baby blues are like a sea all
woman dare to dive in.

Years of secrets and lies, lie beyond
your eyes- The years pass us by
and our love has yet to falter in the vast
and empty loneliness of life.

The passion of your heavy heart weighs
down on me and your naked skin
brushes against mine-
In a wave of unspoken release.

And the years have not been kind-
To your gentle, and fragile mind.
Temptation grabs you, like the hands
that wrap around your waist.
Pulling you closer and closer.
Sin pummels you, like the wave
crashes on sand and shell.

You want to let go, but you hold
on tighter as the passion in your
eyes grows and grows.

A boundless and sinful reminder-
of two lovers, hiding their deepest
fears and sorrows, between the sheets.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
The haunting of self and soul
The path from dark, to light-
Fills the holes of my haunted self
and shadowed soul.
Colored and covered under a blanket
of hatred and billowing loathe.

The haunting of self and soul
Its constancy grips me, swallows
me whole.
I drink in the pain and loss
Haunted through these hallowed halls
of my self and soul.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
Her hair; like fire
glistened in the sun
When I think of her,
three words enter my
mind-
Fun, fun and fun

Beautiful without, and
so within
A loving mother, daughter,
friend.
Lovely as she was, when time
fades
and our final day has come-

Love is the medicine
and laughter, the cure

Keep family near, love them,
with all you are-
Now and here
© 2014 Christina Jackson
Dedicated to my wonderful aunt peggy who passed away a couple of weeks ago. <3 <3 <3
And I'm suffering now-
The sunrise seeps slowly
through my curtains
in disguise.
I cannot blame the sun for
appearing everyday I have
not closed my eyes.
However, the moon is so
lovely. I cannot help but
form a smile.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
I dream't of you last night
We were walking around a strange town,
for what seemed like miles and miles
It wouldn't end

At last, a moment of bliss
our lips sealed in a kiss
My arms and yours
embraced like the roots of a sierra

And in that moment, I awoke
To the cold bleakness of weathered
and worn eyes

Torn from my existence

Without you once again
and that was that

Nothing more, nothing less
Only in my dreams will you
continue to exist.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
The drunkenness of my mind
Saturated in liquid form
Exasperates the indigenous
parts of my fleeting eyes
Covering the smoke filled
screens of my life
Leaving me hopeless in this
state of uncovered lies.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
There’s a fictional place in my head,
where you and I exist.
A masterpiece, that unfortunately
does not exist.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
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