Kristine Sa Poems

Anything Is Possible
04 . 22 . 01

A crumpled leaf fell from the ground
and landed on a tree.
A drop of rain rippled through the sky,
it had fallen from the sea.
An owl closed his eyes at ten,
and slept throughout the night.
A touch of water kissed a wick,
and lit the candle bright.
Who talks of the impossible?
I say they should wake up.
For bees can very well be stung
by baby buttercups.
Truth is nothing but a lie,
and reality is a dream.
Once awaken, you'll find the world
Is not to what it seems.
To every rule made in life,
an exemption is conceived.
Anything is possible, if only you believe.

Thoughts

Not Done Playing   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

Guess I'm not done with the pretty things
I'm not finished with the forbidden
Haven't had enough of the sexy strings
That tie the surface to what's hidden
When I'm ready to let it all go
My dirty fingers will loosen
But right now I think we both know
I'm not done choosing...
Laid out for me on this table
Are only the shiniest, only the best
And they may be vanishing fables
But I'm not done playing yet

Thoughts

Do Us Both A Favour   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

Don't give me your heart
If you're not ready to bleed
Put yourself in my hands
And demand I meet your needs
Please...

Don't give me your time
And pretend that it's free
It's not my fault your words
Are contradictory
Please...

Do us both a favour
Be honest with yourself
Why are you really here?
Exactly. Why else?

Thoughts

Does He Cry?   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

I wonder if He cries
Tears a little inside
As we fail Him
Does He hang His head in shame
As we claim
To live for Him
And still fall prey
To temptation everyday
At times with open eyes
I wonder how He feels
As we guiltily kneel
Before Him, does He cry?

Thoughts

Daughter   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

Your daughter seems to still be lost
She's pulled herself up but gets drawn back down
Every other step she takes towards You
Is countered by the urge to turn around
Your daughter's heart is still not pure
As it should be for worthiness
She still wonders if she'll ever be sure
Of receiving the promise of true happiness
Can You forgive her for her doubt
Please have mercy on Your child
She is weak from time to time
When she recalls her life in the wild
Your daughter tries but often fails
And cries out Your name only then
Desperately hoping You'll love her still
Despite the damage she may cause again

Thoughts

Cigarette   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

For a second, we had everything
Had each other bare and connected
For a second but it died out
As quickly as that cigerette did

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Bitter   NEW
02 . 10 . 07

You throw me up on this pedestal
And resent me when I start
To behave the way you expected me to
You bitterly embark
On a mission to undo
The damage I have done
Perhaps you should've thought of that
Before we had our fun

Thoughts

No More Roses   NEW
02 . 06 . 07

There are no more roses at my door
No more love songs, no more calls
I'm not waiting anymore
For a carriage to the ball
Leave your thank you's by the bed
Leave your sorry's in the sink
So they can be washed to reveal
What you really think
Throw your love notes in the fire
They are ridiculously late
Any regrets from confessional liars
Can continue pretending to wait
There is no one home right now
Nor will there ever be again
There are no more roses at my door
Only a broken heart by the silent fence

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What The Loneliness Does   NEW
02 . 06 . 07

I hold the pieces of his broken heart
with slight enjoyment and I'm appalled
as I ask myself once again,
is it worth watching a man fall
in such an undignified way?
Never. Never. And yet I persist.
My most dangerous poison
threatens to kill and I'll admit
it wins each and every time.
It breaks me in ways I can't describe.
So I save myself instinctually
with a trade, a selfish bribe;
I offer someone else's heart
"Here, take this." I shamefully succumb.
As the reflection in my mirror weeps,
it utters, "Look what you've become."
This is what the loneliness does
to the weakest of the weak.
This is what the loneliness does
to someone as lonely as me.

Thoughts

Dear -----,   NEW
02 . 06 . 07

These puppies at my doorstep
These hearts I've enjoyed breaking
I take full responsibility for
But don't be mistaken
You are not one of them
You just got lost in the pack
Caught in the whirlwind
But you need to turn back
It was loneliness and curiousity
That led me to your bed
It was one too many martini's
And my ego did the rest
Forgive me, forgive me
Tell me it's not too late
I cannot let you be destroyed
By my reckless ways

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When The Newness Fades   NEW
02 . 06 . 07

I can see the end of the beginning
When the newness fades
The death of our eagerness
Is looming in the shade
It waits for the right time
To punish and reprimand
Unsuspecting casualties
With the beginning of the end

Thoughts

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