tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61648307179454363272024-03-21T19:58:44.149-04:00roses in sohopoetry + prose written by author Christine Jessica.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-81056113678512548832019-05-09T17:50:00.000-04:002019-05-09T17:50:38.782-04:00My Rainy 54.
It's either perfect timing or the worst,
I am leaning towards the former.
The sky has no eyes
But I know it watches over me.
It is folding my love,
Putting it in your pocket.
xo, Christine Jessica.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-47011076764652681372019-02-09T08:16:00.002-05:002019-02-09T08:16:32.134-05:00things are different.
I believe we have so much left to say -
thoughts of this, often.
the careful sight of seeing you
on a street corner and not losing my sanity.
once again, asking for me
to write you a poem and my delivering.
"moments, hours.
emotions, sensations.
ideas, actions.
rain, river.
wants, needs.
quiet, expression."
and you would tell me, this is not a poemUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-82601369453868552622019-01-29T13:46:00.000-05:002019-01-29T13:46:20.715-05:00how to wonder.
they say hearts see ten times past vision
I’ve always felt sheltered by my glasses
troubled at letting go of things in front of me
managing to carry boulders when I weigh feathers
longing for the answer of not breaking at the stem
pleading to split down the middle
always dealt the smaller end
I will forever be a third of myself
if I count every step I took backwards
cars passing by as Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-54450465361582262702018-07-31T13:52:00.000-04:002018-07-31T13:52:47.720-04:00getting out of a creative slump.
I've been so passionate about writing for years. I'm very lucky that I rarely get writer's block, but it happens to everyone. don't think it makes you a bad writer. if anything, it shows you have a drive. if the drive is there, the creativity will follow.
poetry is my outlet for when I want to get my emotions out. I use poetry like a diary. no matter if I'm happy, sad, heartbroken, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-17384010327851150502018-06-26T11:59:00.000-04:002018-06-28T13:31:54.953-04:00sight.
I don't walk through doors
that I've opened,
I stand in the frame and wait
for someone to move me along.
I am molded by how I believe
people see me,
I trust others with their intent
as I take off my glasses.
I make my side of the bed,
he makes his,
I catch him staring
behind frosted glass.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-14163450828510688382018-06-24T21:36:00.001-04:002018-06-28T13:31:39.795-04:00one that didn't happen.
my lips reminded him of cherries
two rose petals, aligned for him
the flush of a drunken face
stop signs that convince me to go
the foil on valentine's day chocolate
a new wound
he asked why I wasn't wearing
my red lipstick, last night
I was planning on kissing him
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-49345880929817423562018-02-04T16:48:00.000-05:002018-06-28T13:31:28.613-04:00stages.
I was given to him as a caterpillar
at an early age.
today, I caught him bathing in sugar water,
holding out his finger,
waiting for something
that never seemed to arrive.
I flew right past his ear as a butterfly,
landing on a man that would know
how to do more than glance -
one that would appreciate my beauty,
even without wings.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-68107606130267251302018-01-21T12:19:00.000-05:002018-06-28T13:31:16.966-04:00straight lines, straight faces.
he always walked near love,
not too close, not so far -
sometimes, skimming the line in the boardwalk
with the edge of his shoe.
he always put one foot in the water,
not too deep, not so shallow -
containing the urge to keep his sock on,
as direct contact would stir him out of sleep.
he always held onto one finger instead of five,
not too little, not so much -
following the sound of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-45945570162350402532018-01-16T11:11:00.000-05:002018-01-16T11:11:39.565-05:00first look at book three: Linen in Daylight.
I can't begin to explain how amazing it feels to have published three books in the span of < 18 months. I'm proud to give you the first look of my newest poetry collection, Linen in Daylight.
Linen in Daylight will be available for pre-order through all Amazon websites, starting February 1st. the official release date is February 6th, and will be available on Amazon and BN.com!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-67540505987186773262018-01-15T10:45:00.000-05:002018-06-28T13:31:01.958-04:00mason jar.
it took quite some time,
I’ll admit that.
it took a vast amount of patience
in order for me to find myself.
I had looked in small corners,
crevices of folded journal paper,
between pencil shavings
falling on floors.
half-full.
I stopped looking at my words, instead,
focusing on the spaces between them.
half-empty.
the day I realized that I was enough
was the day I gave someone my heart
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-85011089259448059002018-01-14T15:12:00.000-05:002018-06-28T13:30:50.408-04:00eternity.
yes, I still believe we were soulmates -
maybe, not the ones that end up
spending life glued at the hip.
maybe, we were the kind
who were only destined to meet
so we could realize,
in this eternal morning,
we aren't walking alone -
as there is another, somewhere,
even if amongst the stars,
even if swimming the tides,
another, who didn't see it
as something so simple,
as it never is.
IUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-84922946990499440252018-01-11T16:16:00.003-05:002018-06-28T13:30:35.994-04:00girl who lost things.
pain is invisible, it is no person.
I've become so caught up in its face
that I stopped looking over the ground
I was walking on
and rode my bike
with my hands at my waist.
I provoked pain to be the death of me - it wasn't.
inside my head, I dreamt of a big house,
birds singing on windowsills
and rain, trailing down edges of driveway.
I dreamt of a tall figure
kissing me good morning and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-91213809960917212292017-12-13T15:45:00.000-05:002018-06-28T13:30:22.861-04:00all love aches.
time turned me into wind,
blowing me past the river,
looking for wider water
love is as changeable as the sea
how long is the wait,
with a completed, full heart
in which emptiness competes?
there is room for you,
room for me
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-42221098814531748092017-12-10T15:43:00.000-05:002019-05-11T12:54:45.175-04:00The Beautifully-Minimal Skagen Watch.If watches are "going out of style" because we have smartphones, I'm not listening.
I've always been a fan of watches, even if my first one had a picture of Barbie on it. When I first saw this model by Skagen, I was stunned.
I've never owned a watch that has two timezones on it before. I set the main one to East Coast time, and the smaller, second setting to West Coast. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-36550618905898219312017-11-28T11:33:00.000-05:002019-05-11T12:54:06.500-04:00My Poetry Idea Masterlist.
Every poet has been there.... that moment as you open up your journal, begin to write, then pause out of nowhere. I used to search on Google, "What can I write a poem about?" and received the most painfully boring ideas. If you're tired of people telling you to write about a dog, a heart, or a tree - this post is for you. Coming from a fellow writer, here are some poems you can create!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-57641830871996575412017-11-02T13:56:00.000-04:002019-05-11T13:03:14.930-04:00Ten High-End Makeup Products That Are Actually Worth It.Hey! It's been a long time since I've posted any content on here, so let's hope I can start this up once more. I'm a firm believer that you can find great makeup products at both drugstores and department stores - it's never one or the other. There will always be hits and misses, no matter where you go.
When it comes to high-end products, I try to do a lot of research before splurging. I have Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-66989631890083514302017-08-23T11:34:00.000-04:002019-05-11T13:07:52.127-04:00My Writing Routine.I write poetry approximately three times a day, and I've done this religiously for the past two years. Writing has always been my favorite pastime. I've been asked what my routine is everyday, so here are my tips and tricks on how I'm able to write so much!
GO TO PLACES AND WRITE.
Coffee shops and bookstores are my favorite whereabouts to sit down and think of ideas. Go to places that "set Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164830717945436327.post-44433061867962397162017-08-16T13:17:00.000-04:002019-05-11T13:11:59.785-04:00My French Pharmacy Skincare Picks.My newest obsession? The New London Pharmacy in Chelsea! I went for the first time on my birthday, and I was completely in love. They stock a ton of hard-to-find skincare products, even brands from different countries.
I've been loving everything from France lately - music, food, and skincare. I promise, French skincare products are completely worth your time. I've always had really Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3