Let's all have a pity party
I'll share with you all my laments
Then you can croon your condolences
So that the healing can commence

Let's all share some sympathy
And mewl and condescend
Let's all feel better about ourselves
At someone else's expense

We'll be nice
And give advice
Convinced that we are ever so kind
Our victim will be flattered by our attention
By the fact that we took out the time

Let's guilt them into forsaking their self worth
And bend their will to suit our own
We'll reduce them to the status of a begging dog
And then we'll throw them a bone

Individuality is to be abhorred
As are the flaws in their body and face
We have to all get together on this
Someone's got to put them in their place

Then we'll hang a sign around their neck
Which reads "Don't Be Anything Like Me"
This is turning out to be a great success
What a grand ol' Pity Party!

I have come to the temple
Of your body.  I kneel and prey
Like a sinner.  The holy water
Beads low on your forbidden
Tabernacle, sears my touch
In cleansing flame, what I do
And what will be done is all
For unrepentant confessions
And penances.  Let me truly
Learn the sacraments of flesh
Before I bathe in your wicked
Innocence and commit my sin
At being mortal in your nimbus
Chambers, let the mercies rain
After the fall of my fellowing
Creature, for this night is blood
Sabbath, and sacrilege under
A Pagan moon and let the dawn
In the rising sun of mute morning
Be my absolution, our benediction,
Let the moving waters enfold us,
Pure as lambs, as washed babes,
Baptismal.

sometimes I write goodbyes
to prepare for hellos
and maybe that's why
they like me
(when I'm distant)

Now I know, nearly two years later
I won't forget till forgot is forever.
Reduced to a child within your presence
A mere adolescent without will or discretion.
But brought to tears not yet have I
yet crying incessantly inside I hide.
For what is a dream with no hint of reality?
What is a fight with no reason for hostility?
A waste of time and imagination, of blood
and courage, yet more aggravations.
Go tell a fighter in the midst of his rage,
educate a dreamer in the midst of his dream;
I am the dreamer in the middle of my life
in my conscious reality I rage I strive.
In my wakeless delusions I long for you,
in my futile reality I dream it's true.
Desperately drowning because drowning's my fate
hopelessly yearning because drowning's no fate.

She's got hands like home
that open doors
when I'm alone.
Her arms are walls
that hold me close
with memories, sweetness
and all of the most
wonderful things
she has shown.
I swear I was homeless
till her hands like home.

The never ending battle
Between good and evil
Whom will prevail?

In the eyes of the hopeless
Holds and endless rage
For eternity
our minds trapped inside this cage

This answer you seek
a beautiful glass box
and In it carries a key
Oh could it be,
but the key of destiny?

Thousands of years
We've tried to find
A lost secret
That forever binds
Man to mystery
We've been colored blind

A mere mask
will uncover thine
Beyond those grand trees
Hides a path so wide
One man alone could never ride

That precious word we call time
Doesn't exist on this climb
A fight for morality
Our battle for the like minds

Many a tears we've reaped  
To no avail
The truth we are here to seek

© 2012 Christina Jackson

the orangey flame in front of my eyes
reminds me of youth,
of long summers torched by a raging sun
bright as a candle that was lit at each end
endless nights out ran by insomnia
the dark circles under our eyes became our prizes
tokens and trophies of what was loved and lost and never given up
the dreams and defeats we carried
like white billowing flags held high
by our rag tag band of misfit soldiers
our ever loyal friends.

the melt in your mouth summer air
that dissapated from every pore
and filled both lungs full of life
the light reflecting from girls' long hair
like sparklers fired over a glass lake
on the fourth of july
and the blue ocean waves that crashed and turned
when I looked into his eyes
made me invincible

it was the summer of crazy
the summer of liveliness
the summer where watermelon was king
his seedly servants were spit anywhere
and the only true care was not letting the tank reach E
where driving with the windows down
and your hand out the window
made you fly
untouchable

I inhale then release
breathing out all of these thoughts
it is winter
icy and cold
but here in your car
with my feet up on the dashboard
and the radio chanting a song I once knew
I feel that same feeling of limitlessness

Years that have drawn us together;
the miles that separate;
the memories of our past,
distantly sweet, and yet,
not forgotten.

Summer joys, you were mine.
There we sat,
feet immersed in the rushing water;
time, as still, as the sun was hot.
Unknowing to all,
the moment was ours.

Have you gone away?
Have I?