Many a tear has shed from these eyes-

Through the years of loving you,
My life hasn't been the same
You have chemically altered the cells
in my heart and brain.
The love and care you've showed me-
knows no bounds.
It’s limitless in shape and form-
spanning thousands of lifetimes.

It is said, you only truly love once
And I have loved you with everything
I am, and everything I aspire to be,
springs from the gratitude and appreciation
I have had of knowing you, of loving you-
Of longing for you, night after night
With no end in sight, I have loved you
With everything I am
And everything I will ever be
My love, my life, my destiny.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

There is a bridge
built between the
isle of me and you

Seperation of the soul
and heart

The bridge is classified
as a historical landmark

Consecrating our love
that stood tall-
and did not fall

Throughout the years,
of historical architecture

It is constructed of
celestial materials
Unbreakable in the
hands of man

There- Underneath
the bridge a current
flows
An infinite supply
of water
That never submerges
nor erodes

The sacred bridge between
his soul and mine

In the middle of it-
Stood statues and columns
symbolizing the ancient
roots of our eternal love

But there was no boat,
that had ever sailed the
rocky harsh currents below

It was unbreakable-
The water was rough
to bear
Regardless, our love
was rare.
It is the fleeting waves
and thunderstorms
Beneath nights clear air.

Violently gravitating
one another closer
and closer throughout
the years

The moments in time
were disappearing
Rapidly dissipating into
the watery depths of the sea

In this lifetime I fear-
We will never meet

Our compasses have
been broken
And I feel the bridge is
drifting out of sight

The constant I have found-
Is our love will never die
Our bridge will never fall

Love is in us all along
Forever young
Growing strong
© 2014 Christina Jackson

I'd tremble at the thought of your touch

That ever awakening blissful feeling
when your hands moved up and
down my spine

Sensually daunting thoughts enter my mind-

A shock of pain quivered through every
lonely bone of mine

I don't own the skin I'm living in,
I shed like a snake leaving leftover
moments of borrowed time.

Those moments gone now, slipping
slowly through the looking glass
of my eyes

All that you are and ever will be
Is just a fading memory
Lost in between the cracks and
crevices of time.

She is yours, and sadly I've been left behind.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

Life slips by so quickly
in an instant you've
lost your way

My voice echos
on into infinity

Forever guiding you home
Where I'll always be

My heart; a loving place
you can forever call home
© 2014 Christina Jackson

The difference between
you and I

You'll sleep just fine tonight

And sleep for me won't come
until fall

The most unfortunate occurrence of
them all

Is leading someone on..
© 2014 Christina Jackson

Your lips leave an impression on my soul
I am always sad when they have to go


© 2014 Christina Jackson

I can't put this any other way, other than the thoughts I've been having as of late.
You are so far away, like a disconnected cord that once connected us through fate.
We exceeded the laws of time and space
Knew of no other worlds, except the world we lived in when we were free
to be ourselves
No hiding behind the masks, or lying about our pasts
Please don't forget what we had
© 2014 Christina Jackson

I saw a ghost the other day
His eyes hollow, haunting me
from afar
The years spent picking up
every broken piece of my heart
Every scar, inside and out
is only bandaged over
not repaired
I'm afraid the ghost of you
will never disappear
My shoulders do not have room
for one more
© 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

There is a ghost that follows me where I walk and wander. The ghost has a name and I should like to call it "The Wanderer". It follows me like my shadow follows my soul. Wherever I go, it goes. A loyal ghost at that, and one could assume that it must be a professional at haunting. For it has been with me so long as I could remember, it doesn't falter nor fade away. You would think the abyss might swallow it whole after so many years of stumbling through many a puddle and ghastly broken and tattered roads. It does not leave my side, it's occupation I consider to be the ghost that fills the empty side of my life. Never leaving me alone in the dark, but staying with me when the dark is too much and all the stars I have wished upon pleading "stop wishing for a better life". And so, often do I ponder upon the thought that if my ghost would ever leave me rusted and scented of must. I can personally detest that so far it has not. My ghost "The Wanderer" doesn't have the guts nor gall to leave me broken, trembling in the dusty valves of my heart nor let me wither when you and I part hearts.  
© 2014 Christina Jackson

You stood there starring at me, with those cold dead eyes
and you wouldn't let me leave. I begged and begged.
They called and called for me, but I couldn't answer
My voice was muffled, trailing off into the distance
The wet dirt felt like home to me, I curled up in a ball
wept and wept, but you wouldn't let go of me
You shut me out of my paradise. Years and years
passed, but you would let me in. Was it too much
to ask? That all I wanted, was my life back.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

"It's like you reached your hand right into my heart, and plucked those very words from my soul.....I know, I know, it's okay, you don't have to say, cause' I know, I know.."
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Letting go-

A sign of
universal flow

Letting go-

A necessary requirement
if you wish to grow
2014 Christina Jackson

There is hope for us yet
When words fail
and only actions speak
These hands become healers

Tracing every line
of your shape
Ear to chest
I can feel the shallow
breaths
Heart skipped a beat

The ever-growing tension
shatters-
When these hands hold
your face and kiss
you softly
dissolving the pain

Those eyes speak volumes
my heart hurts
When you grabbed my hand
and wouldn't let go

These healing hands
they shake
with indecision
Terror running through
my veins

The denial of something
real and concrete
A self-sabotaging trait
I wish to eliminate

I want you to want me
for me, not some convoluted
fantasy

I fashion metaphors
and wear them like armor
to deflect
All I want is to **** the air
from your lungs

Hold me tight
oh healing hands
don't fail me now

I need you now
more than ever
As they glide up
and down my spine

Now I'm naked
holding my heart out
to you
©2020 Christina Jackson

I will always be waiting in between
worlds-

The moment within the moment

Where your arms were once wrapped
around me.

I can still feel you there, next to me.
©2020 Christina Jackson

And she loved him-
With all that she was and
all that she ever could be.

And in one fell swoop-
He shattered her heart
into a million tiny shards
© 2014 Christina Jackson

We all have demons-

The difference between,
you and me-

I choose to feed them.

They live rent-free,
unwanted guests trapped
in the abyss of my memories

I cannot hide
it's all in my mind

separation of church and
state
There is no redemption

Last call, fist fight-
getting over the words
inside of my mind

I must be dreaming
it's all deceiving
©2020 Christina Jackson

"If I could give you infinity in an hour, I would bleed the minutes from my body. Just so you would know what it's like to feel infinity within a hug" © 2014 Christina Jackson

When you lose the motivation
to keep breathing

Feeling-

The apathy settles in
Like an old friend
Unwelcome, locked doors
keys thrown aside

You tried

You feeling nothing anymore
it's all been a lie
© 2020 Christina Jackson

And new callouses formed-
hardening the once bloodied
and broken skin

Roots broke through
old dirt
now renewed

Part the seven seas
The veins of earth,
need to breathe

We've come undone,
time to reweave-
the fabric of ourselves
hath been redeemed.
©2020 Christina Jackson

You are, as tender as the night
The freshly painted black sky could reach down and brush your lips
In the center of this masterpiece called life
I have but only one wish
The wish to see you smile
You would make a beautiful picture
And light up the whole ****** sky
Turn night into day, with the rays
radiating from your eyes
You could summon all the angels and demons alike
But nothing could compare to the beauty of the way
My eyes light up when you make a subtle sly
Remark, about the way that I look
Or the way that I am
You hold the very best and worst parts of me
In the palm of your hands
© 2014 Christina Jackson

And in that moment
I finally realized-
All we'll ever be,
Is just friends.

© 2014 Christina Jackson

I am not for the meek
the weak
or the faint of heart

I am fire
And passion

Blazing trails of dust
in the faces of every man
that wronged me

And now I wake
Rise to the occasion
and let the sorrow in

Today is for the wicked
and tomorrow we sin
© 2020 Christina Jackson

Under the covers we keep-
a secret so deep

Poseidon swam away
screaming

Swallowed whole-
His trident sunk to the bottom

You'll never find him
©2020 Christina Jackson

There once was a girl, that thought she could rule the world.
But her reality was broken, and everything she once had was now lost and hopeless.

She could feel the doom like a storm brewing off the coast
Everything she had went up in flames, only faint vapors of smoke remained

It wasn't in her best interest to lose sight of what she wanted so badly
Her grip was too tight, she squeezed the life right out of her dreams
and let them float by.

Only blue skies, or so she thought
Her eyes weren't focused on the prize
Just the thought of holding that prize as her own.

She couldn't have known it would end this way
No one saw it coming, the boat gradually sunk
and she was lost at sea.

With no one there to rescue her
She sunk quietly
into the night.

To her, there was no feasible end in sight
She lost all inhibitions and wouldn't let go of her pride.
Now she tries to justify her actions with excuses and lying eyes.

Her ship has no sails, and no captain to steer the wheel
All she wishes for is a way out of here.
© 2014 Christina Jackson

And suddenly, without warning-
A fire ignited inside of her

Years of dormancy
Emerging from her slumber

Starting over is some kind
of wonderful
©2020 Christina Jackson