What do you have that I don't?
I cry and I laugh
My eyes are of colors in light
My skin thin with hardship
And don't forget wit
Pale and dark I come to thee
Love in and out and throughout within
What do you have that I don't?
My lips full with words
I think and feel the universe
I hold you to my self
My heart beating thick with blood
Moving to my own music
Sometimes still
What do you have that I don't?
I get lonely once in a while
Sometimes bleaker than bleak
Raining sadness and distrust
Your eyes say otherwise
Like I am made of stone
Hold my heart carefully
What do you have that I don't?
Sometimes light and forgiving
My smile a thousand times bright
Every thing that is me permeates life around
More beautiful than ever
Always trying to please
And often times I do
What do you have that I don't?
Nothing......
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Playground
Bouncing red to the wall
Down an alley to the street
Swinging to touch the sky
Spinning circles, hang on tight
Landing on your bottom
At the bottom
Jumping over a rope
Springing to and fro on a duck
Throw a rock, jump right over
Chalk boxes on the sidewalk
Laughter from the monkeys
Hanging on the bars
Circle in the sand
Plunking a lucky taw
Hit a home run
Don't forget dinner
Down an alley to the street
Swinging to touch the sky
Spinning circles, hang on tight
Landing on your bottom
At the bottom
Jumping over a rope
Springing to and fro on a duck
Throw a rock, jump right over
Chalk boxes on the sidewalk
Laughter from the monkeys
Hanging on the bars
Circle in the sand
Plunking a lucky taw
Hit a home run
Don't forget dinner
Smiles and Kisses
Smiles and kisses
Rainbows and balloons
No clowns, they scare me
Just like spiders do
Sunshine and blue skies
Ice cream and bicycles
Happiness like a cyclone
Whizzing around us
Laughter and skipping
Peanut butter and bananas
Spinach in a can, disgusting
Pink cotton candy, sticky good
Love notes and check boxes
Poetry and romantic ballads
Birds singing tunes
Whizzing around us
Rainbows and balloons
No clowns, they scare me
Just like spiders do
Sunshine and blue skies
Ice cream and bicycles
Happiness like a cyclone
Whizzing around us
Laughter and skipping
Peanut butter and bananas
Spinach in a can, disgusting
Pink cotton candy, sticky good
Love notes and check boxes
Poetry and romantic ballads
Birds singing tunes
Whizzing around us
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Spikes
The age of repressing over
No more depressing happiness
Time to slide over-the-hill
Landing on my feet on the other side
My youthful look still with me
To indicate my attitude of being beautiful yet
There's a lot of life left in me
A knowing grin on my face
The sun is my friend along with blue skies
Soaking into my disposition
Giving it life and breathing love
I see hope and transformation in my hands
The hill slopes steeply downward
But I have spikes on my shoes
Laughing all the way slowly down
PT taking my hand - we smile in the sun
No more depressing happiness
Time to slide over-the-hill
Landing on my feet on the other side
My youthful look still with me
To indicate my attitude of being beautiful yet
There's a lot of life left in me
A knowing grin on my face
The sun is my friend along with blue skies
Soaking into my disposition
Giving it life and breathing love
I see hope and transformation in my hands
The hill slopes steeply downward
But I have spikes on my shoes
Laughing all the way slowly down
PT taking my hand - we smile in the sun
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Unusually Positive - I Like Me, I'm OK
I am beautiful
When I speak my voice is silk When I walk I glide
When I am unclothed I radiate
I am
I am intelligent
When I speak worlds are formed
When I walk I create peace
When I am unclothed I strike you dumb
I am
I am confident
When I speak I know the truth
When I walk I do it with my head up
When I am unclothed I bare all
I am
I am interesting
When I speak I have a story
When I walk I’ll make you wonder
When I am unclothed I am not ordinary
I am
I am Christina Renee Polzin
When I speak you will know me
When I walk you will understand me
When I am unclothed I am naked
I am Christina
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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