Poetry

March 30, 2009 by Christina Wentzel

In addition to fiction, I also write poetry. They are found at various places on the internet and a majority of them are published. All are copyrighted to me.

All of them can be found at my deviantArt page also.

I've published a book of my poetry, Words Never Spoken. Find it here.

Poems are rated PG-13, R (For violence and darker themes in some, mostly abuse.)

Index and Updates

March 30, 2009 by Christina Wentzel

Finished pieces are listed chronoloically newest to oldest. The list will be updated regularily as I finish them.

Titles

100-76, 75 - 51, 50 - 26, 25 - 1

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76. Love Like the Ocean (Working title... tell me if you can think of a better one...)

The water chilled you skin the first time,
You felt the waves play on your feet.
When you walked alongside a black ocean,
On sand so different than your gravel streets.

As you stared at the moon's reflection,
Like glances of silver turning gold,
For a moment you didn't even miss,
The sunrise over the fields back home.

It wasn't hard to fall in love with,
Rolling waves the sun kissed,
That swept you up,
Far too fast for you to notice.

But when the storm hit hard,
You couldn't keep your balance,
Between the wind and waves,
And the thunder's deafening silence.

It was electricity in the air that thrilled you,
And shook you to the core.
But you were far too reckless,
This world was never yours.

Your body thrown against the rocks,
That shattered your control,
As amazing as it is,
You know you've got to let it go.

6/9/09

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73. Where Even Angels Fall*

Above hardened hearts and streetlights,
Beyond these concrete walls,
Don't think the sky has saved you.
This is where even angels fall.

3/6/09

70. Insanity

The sheer curtains hung over the windows,
Do nothing to block the sunlight, block the pain.
Waking was always the hardest part.
You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name.

It makes perfect sense, really,
After all that's said and done.
It was never his burden to bear.
You shouldn't be suprised that he's gone.

Even after all he did and didn't do,
It's not his fault you're falling apart.
You're just mad he didn't take the blame,
And took the opportunity, took a stab at his heart.

Now you drown yourself in fantasy,
In a world of your creation.
You put down on paper,
Exactly what you wanted from him.

You're too afraid to stop and think,
But I bet that you'd regret it,
Because you should know by now,
That fantasy ended.

And when you live out your dreams,
Through notebooks and fear,
You curse your wandering mind,
Wondering why the hell he's not here.

8/13/08

*Written for a piece of artwork.
**Song