Thursday, December 20, 2012

My Leo...Book Release

It is finally here! My Leo available now on Apple iBooks and at

Click and buy your copy today.

Stay Edition autographed copies will be available soon.

With All of My Love,
Jenna Christopher

Sunday, October 14, 2012


She wanted for nothing but longed for much in the walls of her throne's condemption. Her mind flooded with dreams of the impossible through barred glass.

Her eyes, the deepest blue, screamed the pain of death, but their sapphire light cast upon the world of her love and devotion.

Trendled hair of braided fate shown against the night. It fell softly down her ivory skin menaced with red ribbons reaching for her truth.

So graceful was she, so tender in her touch, the roses cried to see her bleed.

Caged for her beauty and tortured for her kindness, he loved her still.

Jenna Christopher

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Open vastness, ebbing seas
Open torrents,for all will see
The raw and horrible truth
The awe and wonderful you

Close the wicked, storms of night
Close the jagged, jaw of flight
The bare and terrible truth
The whole and beautiful you

Jenna Christopher

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Beginning

I will not know the reason I've been forced to live without you. The world will never speak of it, for the world spins silent the breath of despair. I shall only know the pain that sears my chest and the hollow whole of my space. My heart lingers on the ember's fire it held and the flood that took its light. My eyes lay in the vastness of yours. Yes... I will know you, the great warmth of you, and the entirety of my loneliness. And, as the world revolves its web of secrets, I die a life alone.

Jenna Christopher

Tuesday, June 5, 2012


The world is still tonight.

The darkness has lost its sound.

The stars yet have no light.

Still, I stir.

Malice on its breath.

The wind can take no flight

Cold is warmth in the softness inside me.

Bleeding through to invade the night.

The world was still, but the moon was bright.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


It's dark before dawn

You are my stars
Giving me comfort, until light shines once more.

You are my moon
Guiding my path, holding me gently with each hour past

You are my fire
Warming my skin, saving me from the coldness within

You are my sun
Opening my eyes, showing me where the true me lies

For it's dark before dawn

Jenna Christopher

Friday, December 2, 2011

I waited in the dark surrounded by earth and stone.
The grass had long been dead here,
the tree's barren fingers twisted toward home.
My heart had grown cold, waiting as I was.
In the lonesome blackness of night, I longed for life I'd never known.
I often dreamt of lightness, the smell of it lingered on my skin.
I imagined how it's warmth would pour into me, drowning me within.

I wandered weary paths of doubt.
I've worn my feet to bleed, the staining blood of my own truth.
And yet, I dream.
The caressing lies of a promised end seduce my mind.
Climbing labyrinth, sing to me.
Sing of the lost girl under the barren tree.
Save me.

Jenna Christopher

Friday, October 28, 2011


I found it
In a crevice of your blue suit jacket

I kept it
With the lint in the depth of my black pocket

I held it
In the strength of a curled fist

You gave it
With the warmth of a kiss

Jenna Christopher

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Just a piece....

I've been working on a book...for a loooong time. Just thought I'd share a little piece of it :)

The moon hung violently against the black sky, its orange glow bleeding onto the streets of empty houses. The echo of each step as hollow as his heart, he ran. He could feel the wind and hear it howling. It stung his tears like bleach to a wound. The world was spinning, and he was still....or was the world still while he spun? He twisted the feeling in his mind trying to forget that he had no where to go.

He steadied his pace and rounded the broken pavement of the abandoned road. Menacing windows and absent street lights, but at least he was alone. Hadn't he longed for silence as they accused him? Didn't he wish for freedom from the brightness of that room, the green of that metal table? He had reverently hoped to crawl inside himself, for the lone land of his mind. But, as he breathed the bitterness of winter, alone in the darkness, chained only to his feet, he felt more lost than ever.

Jenna Christopher