Christine

Christine Mar 2014

where the river pours out into the ocean
and the forest is no longer sparse

blood when it rushes to my cheeks
when our fingertips meet
and my eyes are wet
you don't see
i'm not beautiful on my own
you sustain

Christine Aug 2013

Sad.

Inhale oxygen exhale sadness in this room around me.
Inhale you and I exhale this part of me.
This part of me that I just discovered.
Parts of me I didn't know about,
Parts that could feel happy not by chance
But because I have the real deal.
Laughter without pain, like a little child again.
I am dreaming, quietly asleep.
The pain will come back when I wake up,
and I will go back, back to feeling like my smile is an act
And everyone know its but
they know I'm too broken to fix it
So they act as all is well, that everything is sunshine.
But maybe really everyone just feels cold and insane.

Christine Jul 2013

Will this lonely view end

Days never got lonely.
They always were.
Love hurts when it leaves.
This experience I have not had the pleasure.
My hurt comes from love, yes.
It showed no interest in meeting me.

Christine Apr 2013

Simple, Altering Decisions

My best friend was worried about her grades last week.
That was, until her car collided with another.
Her seatbelt not used, she was flung from the driver's seat.
Blood everywhere, her mother now in despair.
Mourning faces at her wake, no words helping the fact.

My best friend was worried about her grades last week.
That was, until her car collided with another.
Had she not had her seatbelt on, she may have died.
Now with only a busted lip,
she can go back to stressing about her grades.

Christine Apr 2013

Relief

Simple to do.
Difficult to find.
Stress, anxiety,
consume my breaths.
Let me find solitude,
to stop, relax.
Inhale, exhale.

Christine Apr 2013

Love & Lust

The sun leaves me, I get a glimpse of the darkness.
At these hours, my emotions seek refuge,
entangling themselves in the life I desire.
The lights reveals itself, to expose my faults, influenced by its absence.
I love the life the sun provides,
but still lust the stillness of a night sky.

Christine Apr 2013

Heavy Weight

When I am at the end of my life,

the biggest sigh of relief will be exhausted from my soul.

Knowing that even though I held on for what seems like centuries,

the longing to let go has been all the more desirable.