*These poems are all written personally by me, Christina Forino. Please do not copy.*

#1: Just Relate

“What do you mean you don’t understand?

My life is in shambles,

Look on the floor, there! Don’t you see it?”

I’m going to dig deep,

Very deep inside of myself and pry it out so they can see.

“Look!” Here’s a piece,” it’s small, very small, and almost microscopic,

“it is starting to shrink, hurry come look!”

Their eyes are passing around a batch of question marks,

As confused glances dance from chair to chair. 

Whispering, they’re always whispering,

They are now sulking with my name in mind. 

I don’t know why everyone is so quiet, I’m not sure if I like it.

I look down into my palm

Only to find a blood covered piece of clothing

That happiness left behind. 

#2: Outcome of Future Outlooks

Someday, I will obtain what I’m in search of. 

My faith and fate will walk hand in hand

Escorting me to the balance of the new future

That I’m melding. 

Old futures are for the past,

They have wounding assumptions and painful perspectives. 

An anchored hand on my chest will help me achieve ones fortune,

A person with the desire to posses me

Will help my moods stabilize.

 

I can’t say for sure that my new future will be as blithe as I’m expecting,

But if I don’t presume that things will fall accordingly

Then my new future will

Easily become my new past.

#3: Me, Myself and Mind

I can’t find her; I’m looking right through people as they speak. 

I need her back, she’s lost and scared, I need to keep her safe,

Nurture her, and save her from all the miserable messes around her. 

She’s being bullied and tortured by the schoolboys for her stand up attitude and short hair. They treat her like she can take a punch,

A kick to the ribs, and a bloody nose;

Making her suck concrete I hear her refuse. 

She’s yelling for me, I need to come to her rescue.

Sadly, I am paralyzed, with my body adrift; I can’t get her back,

For you should have never left me here alone, with my mind.

#4: From Innovation to Reality

There was peace that day, and they don’t even know what peace may be. 

For peace may be more than what they can visualize and what they can visualize may be more than what they can see. 

What you see is all you know and what you know is only what you can accomplish.  What you’ve accomplished is accompanied by a tragedy, a tragedy down a long road, a long road full of splintered hearts, dreams and people. 

You visualize yourself in the virtuous areas, with the exceptional people you’ve met and the lovers that have passed on; you’re breaking away from these dreams,

And Reality is flooding your accomplishments,

Only making them appear fragile and washed up. 

This has pushed you, pushed you past your breaking point,

And you try to tell yourself, I’m stable, I’m stable, I’m stable.

-More To Come-

Christina

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