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Caught Out

I'm sorry for not feeling lonely enough, I'm sorry for not loving you 
enough, for not caring about you. I'm sorry for hurting you, that was my 
last wish I wanted for you. 
I'm sorry for shamelessly leading you to misfortune and a lustful tale of 
yesteryear. 




Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2014

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Hidden

Fragile hearts and broken segments of past loves,
do nothing but pollute our sky with sadness and selfish adorn. 
I watched as you lit a fire full of intention and to call truce but like a flame to paper I lit a fire to burn. 
I have to push my ideal, to be first to act. 
That's my defense, my security. 
I know i don't mean it. 
You know i don't mean it. 
You are of rational mind, you know all there is.  
We feel something and nothing. 
This is all made up. 
These attacks I spring on you are through tired eyes.
Who sees patterned fear and a man who is petrified to survive alone with an unexpressed heart. 
I love recklessly with too much to give, 
that's my specialty -- 
I feel your pain, 
that's why you keep me so close.
It's enough to stop me breathing. 
Your torment becomes my torment.
You are sensitive in nature.
Hidden within a lie. 

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2015

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A Past Forgotten

I was the delicate love. 
I was the one that fought to be here, 
To be held in your arms, longing to be held in your arms. 
I was the delicate love. 
That you protested for, protected, proclaimed you would never let go of. 
I was the one that fought to be here, not you. 
I have rightfully claimed my grace amongst healers, leaders, gliders. 
Your light is fading. Faded. Gone. You have left nothing for me. 
I was yours,
Your delicate love,
You have left nothing, nothing for yourself but a past forgotten.  

Copyright © Christina Clark

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2013

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Crave

picking apart what was left 
to be divine is another story 
to err you may. some say  it's human domain 
cutting in to the face of the controlled many 
timeless effort may go unnoticed at will.
rendering them powerless, fearless.
no matter what a duty must take place, to render, to cut, to cut out, to crave. 
to pick apart what was left.

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2013

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The Only Constant

When everything is broken inside, 
cut open and passionately burned,
that's when you open your eyes to reality. 

When expression is the only thing to heal body, mind and soul.
Having an equal to love remains the only constant...
Only great loss is to be expected.

In order to thrive in this world,
my addiction to honesty and to connect with freedom has been constricted and cruel. 

In nature, all woes are forgotten and you get a sense of trust once again, connection, love and a power bigger than is to be known, 
peace resides within here.

Like nature, we share an experienced emotional constant system...
Love and loss are in continuous flux,
they appear hand-in hand. 

You struggle and you gain. There's nothing else for it. 
Embrace and take root in frequent opportunity...
For all loss is equal to love. 

Stronger and greater than ever known before.

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2015

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Shadows

casting shadows on grounds buried 
invalid memories that no longer count 
surface but they do
no choice but to linger unwillingly 
sinking your teeth into my every movement, thought. 
as days continue without break, fear begins to show
fear I can not digest easily, to consume it any longer would lead to insanity.
a reality. 
clawing at my vulnerability, I am witness to a false awaking, false judgement
stripped back I discover the crux of your false reality.


Copyright © Christina Clark

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2013

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Ocean's Skin

There's a sense of purity I get out here, 
out here where no one can call. 
The sea. 
The ocean. 
The sand. 
The salty air.
There's an honesty I feel out here, a vulnerability - I don't find anywhere else.
Here is to rebuild. 
Hold on to what's real. 
Wash away weary thoughts of pain and loss.
The sea breeze and thunderous waves
crashing on beloved faithful rock formations. 
Made to transform, surpass, transcend. 
Bonded as one. 
A relationship I can sink into to silence my mind. 
Here. 
Where I see from all angles.
Purity is revealed, 
and truth restored.

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2015

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Blood

Outbursts of talk, 
with an adolescent temper.
He loves me like I belong. 
Taking for granted, talking wise.
Left alone in the dark he kisses my brain. 
with hearts raw. 
Full yet empty. 
I have matches for hands and he a paper heart. 
Or maybe that should be the other way around? 
Still, 
He looks at me like all things beautiful and burning.
Bleeding ourselves clean.
Hoping there's something left. 
something more...
 

Copyright © Christina Clark | Year Posted 2015