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Kristina Dendekker Poem
"His touch is like a poison, withering my rose,
Burning from the inside, black out to the last of the longest petal tip,
Ashes beneathe his fingertip, gone with the wind...."
Delicate and sweet, fragile to the world.
Strong and sturdy, thorny.
Such a sweet scent, soft to the touch.
Red as blood, green as peace.
I gave my heart to a man.
I cried enough tears to water my rose.
I put in the sun to brighten up, cheer up little rose.
I trusted this man with my rose, big mistake.
His touch is like a poison, withering my rose,
Burning from the inside, black out to the last of the longest petal tip,
Ashes beneathe his fingertip, gone with the wind.
I watched her sweep away in the wind,
It was raining that day; it was pouring.
Maybe it was really the heavens,
Or maybe I was really crying, I can't recall.
I just remember one minute I felt him warming my rose with his voice.
I remember the way she smiled when he brushed her cheek.
That love pouring out forth from her very being.
Never felt such a rush, such a trust, such a touch.
He smiled at her, and took her into his arms,
And for the very first time, kissed her.
I remember how she'd stretch her leaves up to the sun,
Smiling all her previous fears and hurts away.
She heard him say he loved her, she was glowing.
The dew from the night before, came and went,
Time and time again, it never stuck, never stayed.
She kept getting picked, kept getting pruned,
But always kept healing and coming back.
She'd lose her petals, lose her color,
But in time she'd be back the same again.
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter.
She'd survive and beg to be picked,
Picked by the right man who wouldn't let her wither.
Always the wrong one.
His touch is like a poison, withering my rose,
Burning from the inside, black out to the last of the longest petal tip,
Ashes beneathe his fingertip, gone with the wind.
Copyright © Kristina Dendekker | Year Posted 2010
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Kristina Dendekker Poem
I'm falling down a rabbit hole,
Down, down, down.
No...I'm not Alice...
This isn't just a dream,
This is our reality.
I've never fallen faster,
Never been so careless.
Love at first sight,
You make me fearless.
Light catches seize of the shadows,
In a white light washed night.
Racing, speeding, down the way,
Twist, twirl, curve, dip, in, out, in between,
Up, down, inside out, night to day.
The clocks hands fly,
Each minute, second, passing faster by.
You take my hand,
It all just melts away.
I'm lost in your arms,
That kiss, I'm breathless.
What's my name?
Copyright © Kristina Dendekker | Year Posted 2010
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Kristina Dendekker Poem
Tonight I cried.
My mind wandered, it floated away from me.
Unable to sleep, I went searching for things not meant to be seen.
As my eyes danced across words, a pretty painted picture,
My heart was torn into little pretty pieces.
Words that described a love so great,
Words that were written by such a hopeful heart...
Words painted for someone else,
Words painted for her.
Time has passed by so quickly since,
Much has taken place to have those words replaced.
Tonight my mind wandered, it floated away from me.
Unable to sleep, I went searching for things not meant to be seen.
Memories flood back in from where I was before,
The good, the bad, the great, the ugly,
All pooling around me, on the floor.
So much pain and darkness,
Replaced with joy and sunshine...
But when would he ever be, just first mine?
When his name is at my lips,
I don't want to think of the heartache thats led him here...
The arms that may or may not have held him before...
But to think of him as a whole, and not fragments of a soul.
Tonight I cried.
Because my heart is sad, and it's still not whole.
There's the saddness brought with not knowing if I bring him that much joy,
There's the brokeness of never feeling perfect enough or good enough,
No matter what he says.
There's the dread of not being able to say for certain
That he's happy enough to stay.
Feeling overwhelmed with a heavy heart,
But a heart full of love.
So many burdens and yet so much care,
How does such a fragile little thing,
Have so much it can stand to bare?
Tonight, I cried.
Copyright © Kristina Dendekker | Year Posted 2010
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Kristina Dendekker Poem
I'm not an open book, not for you to read.
I don't sit on a shelf all day, not for eyes to see.
I should have diary tattooed across my body,
Because I'm private to myself, not available for anybody.
When I do something I do it for a reason.
My heart comes and goes, each time a different season.
When I love, it comes from deep with in me,
If it's not something you can respect leave me be.
My hearts been ripped apart before, you're not the first.
If I tell you I love you, it's real, it's alive, it's a thirst.
I put my heart out on the front line, it's a test.
Keep it safe or break it, it tells you apart from the rest.
Ride or die, soldier on,
The tears will flow, the mascara will run.
You only know what you'll have, if it's been shown.
I'm a strong fortress, I have safety in the quiet part of my mind.
I may cry, I may scream, but in the end I'll be done, you'll be left behind.
I have to have a meaning to you, I have to be something.
I have many uses, but I contain much love, I hold such compassion.
What has filled your heart with such hate? "The world" you say?
"I'm not like the rest of the world, I'm waiting on you to realize I'm not going to hurt you like
that."
I have a tenderness that wants to reach out and love.
I have a compassion that rips my heart open with pain for the lost souls.
I have a gentleness that wants to hold and be held.
I have such a love that its bearing against my chest ready to be released.
I settle for less when I know I deserve more,
Because I know that all I can have is that when it comes to you.
I want to be the person who can be the close friend that you need,
When times get tough.
When you need so bad to cry because the world is pressing down hard,
To be the air beneathe your wings to lift you up when you're ready to fall.
I smile when you smile, when your happy.
I cry when your breaking apart and I can't stop it.
I try to glue you back together again,
Even when you're tearing me apart.
I know sometimes you don't deserve it,
But in my heart and my soul I know you need it.
We all need to be someone to lean on,
Just let me be the net that catches your fall.
Even when your tearing me down, I'm trying to pull you up.
I'm not the one to sit down and shut up,
I'm not the let all pass her by.
I cannot stand down when afire.
I'll drown it out with hateful words that cut to the core,
But in the end I'll still trying to be help you.
Copyright © Kristina Dendekker | Year Posted 2010
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