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Christie Morris Poem
I stand here all alone
For our justice’s been dethroned
Waiting for my trial
Which is more in truth my exile
I know there's no justice here
For it is that truth I fear
The judges here corrupt
No way to resurrect
What's now a fallen nation
That is now planning my cremation
Or rather a public execution
For this is their solution
To the problems caused by me
And my views of liberty
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Christie Morris Poem
it's a GranD WorlD With
love DeaD and chivalry too
a WonDerful WorlD
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Christie Morris Poem
Kristy
Crazy, Erratic, Obsessive, Insecure
Sister of Jessie
Lover of no
Who feels the pain
Who fears the sea
Who would like to see the sunshine
Resident of heartbreak
Morris
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Christie Morris Poem
Relax Honey... The Worms Will Play!
Oh honey one day,
We will both part;
To rot in graves,
And waste away:
Playing with worms,
And dancing with maggots,
As they climb all around.
Relax love all is well!
Soon we'll be down bellow,
Cavorting with the others, under the ground.
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Christie Morris Poem
I'm looking
No I'm not
Decided on the lover's knot
Eventully alternating
Can't stop being
Indecive alot
Since I'm always caught
In my running
Very soon I
End the same
Never sticking
Even I
See the game
So quickly changing
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Christie Morris Poem
Want to cut,
Can't.
Want to die,
Can't.
Not can't,
Won't.
Want to but won't.
Why?
They love me.
So what?
I love them.
You suffer...
I know.
Life sucks....
I really, really does...
Who knows,
Maybe death is better...
The dead know.
I bet they do,
They only way is to join them.
But I won't.
I have responsibilities.
"The woods are lovely dark and deep"
Now aren't they...
"But I have promises to keep"
So, so many...
"And miles to go before I sleep"
So many....
"And miles to go before I sleep"
Too many?
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Christie Morris Poem
Water falls so beautifully
Moving on its peaceful way
Over the land, deeply cut
Showing all its scars
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Christie Morris Poem
Thank you,
Thank you,
You saved me, thank you
Man saved — Man's bestfriend
Thank you, Man—
From Man's best friend
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Christie Morris Poem
Walking down the empty streets,
In truth already done,
I've lost myself in dreams again as I sit in school,
I sit and sit and sit and sit,
But not a word absorbed,
It doesn't matter how long I stay,
I'm not here at all.
He laughs and laughs all at something I said,
I smile, grin in responce to him.
He's shown me not to draw from people,
Taught me how to be myself.
To dance and listen,
Learn and turn,
But no longer in my head,
Now I dance to live, and learn!
Copyright © Christie Morris | Year Posted 2012
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Christie Morris Poem
Of all the things I regret,
I near can't believe, but yet-
In your eyes truth.
Should it be I don't regret?
That my doubt's the only threat,
We were youth.
But that doesn't at all let
Mind except this fatal bet,
That love was truth.
Oh yet I can't see the truth,
From what is yet left untruth,
Yet the shining
Of your eyes. And for the youth
that brought our demise, be truth
Or untruth, Sing
did souls in fighting our youth,
Our dear, mad, beautiful youth!
Stars aligning...
For your eyes are ever shining,
And our love is ever burning
Our hearts entwined.
Never to stay resigning,
Or to lie reclining,
For love signed
My fate for me. Declining
me easy life, designing
A better kind.
Copyright © Christie Morris | Year Posted 2012
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