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Christine writes©

About Me

I'm best at expressing myself through written word, and you can very well think of every poem; every story as an exaggerated autobiography. Every word, drawing, and photograph has been created by ME, Christine and use of said words/drawings/photographs without permission will result in you being shot on site. You've been warned!
Poems
It’s Gray.
There Was Nothing Here
More
Black Sky
Staged.
Stalemate.
One on One.
Falling Down!
Rain

Prose
The Day She Cried
Dangerous Secrets
The Girl Died
Haunted
The Rose [New!]

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My Blog

I’m not Your’s, You never knew me.

You see me,fragile-like rose petalssafe in the pagesof a novel.And you'll go backto memories ofApril daysand the wayskin tastesin the pouring rain.You'll think me,and wide eyes,rare smilesand the...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:01:00 GMT

Let’s play pretend like it’s reality.

  Ivory porcelainbecomes goddessunder a blessed moon,and the bright eyesthat hid under a milleniumof shadows can shinetonight.She, was Atlantishidden and hurtby an envious hand.But evil worksmyst...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 19:13:00 GMT

Keep talking to yourself the way you do.

Iam a victim,of circumstancesstirred and cured and createdfar prior to mymiserable appointmentto live,or some othertheoretical,almost believable bullshit.Nonetheless,sugar coated wordshelp mesleep. (A...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 12:48:00 GMT

Misinterpreted

  sliding along the gray here,riding the influence ofcheap beerand good vodka.deep under the tissue of reality,the truth becamefalse.[liar][liar][liar]seizing bits of matterto delicate to be argu...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 17:54:00 GMT

I Fall

I fall.   You come to melike some fluttering fettering thing.So innocent and sweet,and so in need.And I have to help you.So I fall,and your mildly disguised liespass the time byuntil green leaves...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 06:42:00 GMT

Stories.

They tell stories about dreams,dreams that became realities.And they tell stories,about no dream being too big,and no goal being too high.They tell stories,and like children we listen. And we never st...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 05:06:00 GMT

You're Bleeding Me.

Ripping my seams,and coming undone.This is a tidal wave,You or I, One should run.And I could've seen it coming;but I chose to close my eyes.Baby take me one more time(but I'll regret this every day)Su...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 11:54:00 GMT

Till Death

Ill begotten,forgotten-tricked; nottill death do we part.A-part,we are.A lie, is our lifedefiled.You and I,or me and You. Understand, It's not a we anymore. There isdistinction in the separation.But,...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:10:00 GMT

Let me Forget.

I should've been happy;but you were intoxicating me.Dangerously.I sipped on the fine liquor,of forgetfullness.but our god is a vengeful one,and I have memories. I should've screamedwhen your hands sli...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 12:12:00 GMT

Let me Remember

I see your eyes,and I forget the pain.I hear your voice,and I forget to be angry.But let me remember,I was safe when I felt hate.I should've never,listened again.I'm being foolish,letting myself fall ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:40:00 GMT