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The rain pours heavy on my windowpanes; it is only through the darkness that I realize what pain truly means. The sorrow, the lack of luster in everyday that has changed and I fear for those who do not yet know what madness life brings. It is nothing yet everything to understand what suffering brings. The state of darkness looming upon wake, and when the dreams of your subconscious mind come to life and haunt you day by day, I fear for those who do not yet know real pain. The loss of someone you love being ripped away, so abruptly; worse than a Band-Aid on fresh wounds, so terribly worse than seeing someone you love fall deeper and deeper into the chasm of their own demons, like a well you’re drowning and eventually succumb to frightening disdain. One realizes that everything in life isn't truly the same, change is the only constant in this delirious world of contradicting facsimiles.

You have nothing but hope and faith in this world of detriment. And I hope someday you find what you're truly looking for, whether it be love or the meaning to life. But never forget who you truly are, regardless of the pain and the tears that washed away the innocence of your years and fears. I am truly sorry for what you have endured, but I cannot look back anymore, nor ponder upon those heart wrenching fears you called my own, of which I cannot call my own. You must own them like cheap records, and let them die in the night like the decades of musical loss and dying discords.  You must find yourself in this beautiful world, never give up on everything wonderful. For you are worth much more than words, much more than anything I could ever endure.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
It lives inside of me;
eating away at the most
important parts of me.

To bear life, would be a
rare commodity.

I cannot turn death into life
These dying cells inside of me,
they keep breaking apart, yet
multiplying at the same time.

As frightening as it seems;
I do not fear death, but welcome
it as an old friend.

Death knows what's right and
what's wrong.
There comes a time when
death is insufferably wrong.

Sometimes, death gets it wrong-
Other times, incredibly right.
However, not often or rarely at all.

I am not going to fight, nor fuss
or try and figure out the cause-

It is what it is and I won't regret
the life I have lived thus far.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
Forever a fool
Drunk on the love-
I once knew
Forever a fool
Drowning in the love-
We once knew
© 2014 Christina Jackson
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
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