As I sit and stare-
The water motionless,
yet moving along
I gaze upon eternity here-
With white rip tides,
gasping for air
I sit and stare-
The waves endless
in shape and form
Life pummels toward you
without a care-
© 2014 Christina Jackson

The night started with anticipation
Nineteen stops away from the regular train station
The world moved by, as I listened to poetry
And five stops away, you waited for me

You held my hand and we ran away
from the terribly monotonous day
To a magic ghost-town where strangers danced all night
And laughed through the empty streets, under the pale moonlight

We walked
And you asked me if I was okay
I wanted nothing more than to stay

I move through days
Of limned frost
Of silent rain
Piecing moments of coherence
Through the whispered voice
And a sharpened pencil
Making my sense
By leaving my mark
Each poem
A little-used corner
Of life—
Mine, or another’s—
And as I do so,
I see myself
on the periphery,
a veil between us.
Perhaps it must be so
for the whispered voice
to come in advance of life’s to-do list
and for me to incline my head enough to hear it.

Seven billion strong
and each one of us
alone in our thoughts.

r ~ 3Mar14

I want to run
desperately want to flee
but somehow I choose
to risk to lose
the very heart within my chest
giving you all my very best
hoping to never grieve
I choose for you to not believe
like so many before
walking through an open door

It was not a mere coincidence that we met this I now know
People come into our life all the time and help shape who we are
He came into my life to help me feel again....

Here I am
Wanting with this body
Thinking with this brain
Feeling with this heart
Looking out through these eyes
Needing to kiss with these lips
Touch with these hands

and touch I do
I perform for him quite often
My sounds of overwhelming intoxication is what he loves to hear
and I love to please him

Looks like someone has got their groove back :)