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