Author Archives: KristinaMari

a shark sneaks up

KristinaMari No Comments

behind my back
to chew my feet and bite my neck

will he ever let me be
or will I always have to flee

from his sharp bite and easy glide
I am always forced to hide

or that will be the end of me
and he’ll find someone else to eat!

The Something/Nothing Any Love can Tell

KristinaMari No Comments

[John Ciardi]

The something/nothing any love can tell,
but no hate hear, what the sad ghost
of a common thought sighs back from any hell
that memorizes in black what was almost
enough out of time in its kept green–
that, as I may, I wish us

I have seen
no reason to think more can be, nor less.
What is not heaven is a respite we can be imperfect in, and still let bless
the ghost of what perfections we can see
in some mind’s eye, this while a mind and eye still name the ghost we see our reasons by.
The daylong dragbreath of the ghostless trek
through marshes outside love, such as it is,
makes every something nothing. The breakneck
swandive into a cup at circuses
of angel aerialists gold billboards blare
makes too much of too little. There and there the trekker ends in quicksand alone
the diver’s act goes wide, once and no more.
But here, by what can stay out of what is gone,
by what may come that never was before–
not till a mercy stirred– what needs and meets
lets start that something nothing still completes.
What does not wish is dead. What does not guess
all wish may come to nothing to nothing wastes its breath.
What treks out it’s numb-numbered singleness

was bor distrustful. and what flings it’s death
from godstarred perches to the watery eye of a trick univers, so needs to die
and it leaves this life still dreaming. I do not
conclude I love you. I awake and find I do, and then conclude the little/lot of loving you is something more than mind can parse a nothing to. And wish us then  your life and mine, til what we are has been.

sleeping on the floor

KristinaMari No Comments

dreaming of the sky

opening her heart to everyone
the girl begins to cry

the door is closing once again
on the dream she holds so dear

her world slowly crumbles
she fills with hope and fear

‘maybe next time’ is all she thinks
attempting to clear her head

peering through the darkness
for the truth she seeks instead

as the light goes out on her short and solemn day
she utters a small prayer

that she will find the way

the song of life…

KristinaMari No Comments

a crumb of bread
lying on the floor

accidentally dropped
like many before

joining the others
in a circle of dust

looking up, seeing the loaf
and filling with lust

longing for butter
hoping for jam

his small little brain
devises a plan

his time of attack
deemed quite inopportune

for at this time
a boy of two came through

all his hopes and dreams are gone
leaving him only to sing a smooshed bread song

i’m tired | nevermind…

KristinaMari No Comments

[ Original: text on photograph ]
Buy a Downloadable PDF |

all alone, once again

KristinaMari No Comments

all alone, once again..
I guess I should have seen it coming,
but no, I’m just stupid.
left again, as always before,
but this time it was different,
or was it?

Only in my mind, that’s where it was real.
In real life, it was just as meaningless as always.


Why does this doomed fate have to be my destiny.
Why can’t I just have just one.
One person to have, one person to trust,
just one to turn to
after being thrown in the dust.
instead I’m left, all alone
to crawl around and feel hopeless,
until it all starts over, then ends, again

learning the way

KristinaMari No Comments

more everyday

noticing the price
we all seem to pay

for love
happiness, joy and fear

how much it adds up
year after year

all these things
should be for free

taken in as one needs

no strings attached
take all you want

no compensation
no need to hunt

the only thing needed
or asked in return

is to allow for the fire
in your heart to burn

let it guide and lead and seek

and it will find the freeom of undaunted release

the haven in which
there is no cost

and all things are no longer lost

the home of all one ever needs
lies at the tip of the tongue

it’s called please…

brought together

KristinaMari No Comments

brought together
by coincidence

complete destiny from the start.

same interview, same day, same crappy job, same loss of heart…

… only expressed in different ways.

a tunnel of darkness

KristinaMari No Comments

a tunnel of darkness
explains my sight

I can’t see anything
and I’m afraid I might

walk into a wall
or maybe a pit

and not even notice until I’ve suddenly hit

the bottom, the hard, the core, the rock
the point where it’s too late to turn back the clock

afraid of the mistakes I might have made
too scared to look at the mid-term grade

hoping for one, small cylinder of light
to cross my path and give me the sight

that I’ve always needed and longed for inside
to break up the fear I’ve been trying to hide

just a beam to help me cope
a tiny bit that may keep me afloat

to sort out the crazy stuff, to stay in the game
i need a chance, just one free spin

to help pull me through til I get lucky again…

the only refuge for a soul

KristinaMari No Comments

is beneath a starry sky.

Only when night has come and day is gone
can I let out a sigh.

When everything is even
and homeostasis is restored

the sunlight and the chaos
are locked behind closed doors.

The night and all its glory
get a chance to shine through
the stars, planets and comets for
the backdrop for the moon.

They shine on and on forever
never once falling out of place

oh the things that I would give
to radiate an equal grace

Sights and sounds
of the night
are to me the epitome

of all that’s quaint and beautiful
the best show I’ve ever seen

reese’s pieces

KristinaMari No Comments

all fall down

the orange goes first
and then the brown

into my hungry mouth they fall
each one perfect

love them all

aren’t they just the greatest thing
just for all the taste they bring!

hope is there

KristinaMari No Comments

beyond the fear

beyond the doubt

beyond the sadness

for nothing will compare
with what is ahead
with what is planned
with what will come

and hope is strong
despite what holds it down

no hope can be overlooked
for someday what one hopes for
will be found

i hear and i feel

KristinaMari No Comments

i hear and i feel
I see the unreal

I walk with the light
and sleep through the night

I see and I speak
I walk on two feet

I receive what I need
rarely suffer and bleed

There is more than I see
there is more to be

(there has to be..)
and there is more than anyone
could ever even try to imagine…


KristinaMari No Comments

wo-stop - help me - ahhh :)

Order a Print
(from Zazzle)

great big eyes

KristinaMari No Comments

pointed toward the infinite sky

a frail hand reaching out
for anything anyone could do without

the young girl
down on her knees
praying for all one could ever need

all have faith
deep in their soul

that tells them never to give up their hope
and fulfillment will follow