The Guilty Ones
People who are guilty do this game,
they go around and slander your name.
Like Skunky, Cockroach and the other nuts,
they have no life, no balls and no guts.
Deep down there delusional and sick,
they don’t know that they are
so they make people think,
that it’s you who is crazy
when they are such a waste of time,
Go mind your own business
and stay out of my life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.17,2011
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Vengeful Psychic
There once was a psychic who loved to chat,
She made up lies to Christina, saying this or that.
See, psychic needed more money and she wanted revenge,
So she started telling lies to all of Christina's friends.
Then of course she told Christina the biggest lie of all,
She told Christina to date Skunky and suck on his balls.
Skunky was of course the worst creep Christina had ever met,
He was a liar, a cheat and even did theft.
But in the end, Skunky became the psychic’s friend…
Stalking her on the internet.
Then of course psychic didn’t know,
She emailed Skunky photos of her 'island with no snow'.
But as soon as Skunky telephoned psychic a thousand times X 2,
She quickly ended it with Skunky and said they were through.
Now, Skunky had no redeeming qualities as of yet,
But his stalking the psychic made Christina very upset,
And it made Christina think “who is the one I’m worse off to have met?
Well, they are both really scummy just the same,
Playing on Christina’s good heart like a volleyball game.
But Christina won out over both of them,
Making rhyming peeve poems is the best revenge.
Written on Jan.20,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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The Mind Of A Crazy Person
“Your asking me to be in the mind
of a crazy person”,
my friend did reply,
I can tell you this,
and here is why.
They are definetly
a waste of time.
Also, I don’t think I want to know,
these people live with made up foes,
Foes in their mind that they
Rant and rave to,
they have no clue.
They are crazy,
but they make you think,
they don’t need a shrink.
Giving you a pretty image
of all their made up lies,
giving their story more life.
So your answer to your
question is plain to see,
stay away from Crazy people,
and the world will be more happy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 21,2011
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Pathological Liars
Pathological liars
are 'Legends In Their Own Mind'
well I make them into evil characters
all the time.
I don't even have to come up with a plot
pathological liars give me all they got.
They all think they are so charming and smart
they usually state this right from the start.
They usually say you are nuts
when really deep down they have no guts.
They hide from the truth—
and blame it on you
making you believe their lies-
even when they are totally ridiculous
like 'I was in the shower-that's why
I didn't come to your side'.
They make you out the guilty one-
for now you ruined all their fun.
when it's like 'who really cares—
I make my Stories more with a flair
Like game Truth or Dare...
Truth, Dare, Promise or Repeat…
it was a fun childhood game
we could tell secrets and not be discreet.
But now all your stories
are recorded in rhyme-
making interesting poem
come to life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012
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Jim’s Mad
On New Year’s Eve,
While Sue was asleep,
Skunky became a stealing creep,
He stole a silver corkscrew that was cheap,
For it was only a dollar at the dollar store,
Skunky tried to say it was soo much more.
Yes, he told his 'made up lies' to Sue,
Saying 'it only came in the colors of red or blue,
They don’t make the silver ones anymore, '
But that’s not what Jim said,
as he shook his head
'Why he stole from me
I’ll bonk him in the ________'
Written by Christina on Jan.16,2011
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Two Balls One Clock
1 Football game playing on Fox,
Has 1 quarter back with 2 balls, one clock
Against 22 balls running after
1 football running with a cock.
Can the team with the most gowl,
Take the 1 ball and win them all?
I don’t know,
But what a show
In the stadium at Chicago
70,000 nuts and all of them dicks,
Paid to freeze as popsicle sticks.
Half the audience is men with only 2 balls,
Saying can we make it to the Super Bowl?
Looks like I guess not,
Because all our balls shriveled up,
Green Bay really one us by a long shot!
By Christina Sunrise on Jan.23,2011
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Would Skunky Come Clean?
Skunky knew his lies would not last,
even though Sue gave him one very last chance.
She was waiting for Skunky's time to slip
he couldn't help having his tail make him trip.
For Skunky would sooner or later show his true smell
he couldn't help it Sue knew him well.
He tried to be all nicey-nice
but Sue knew it would melt like heat melts ice.
So now with a long list of questions asked
would Skunky come clean and clear his ____?
Sue could really care less,
she knew Skunky was just a mess.
So for tit for tat in the end
Sue knew Skunky could never be a true friend.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
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Stinky Skunky
Skunky got scared and very sad because Melodie called him
an 'Stinky Skunk' whose very bad.
In Sarah's dream she had one night
Skunky's transformation was brought to the light.
Now Melodie of course can detect Skunky's lies
and of course Melodie is half warm and half ice
therefore she sometimes is not very nice.
But Skunky could not handle it
so Skunky went into a unrest fit.
Taking drugs to calm his nerves,
spinning 'crazy' like a top with no curves.
Avoiding Sarah's and Melodie's calls
like a 'squirrel' hiding it's balls.
Then when they finally did connect
Skunky said with no regrets.
'Now I can see Razel saying 'that'
I never thought Melodie could talk like a brat.'
Then of course Sarah thought and replied
'Skunky, Melodie is a doll, she's not under disguise.'
Now don't you finally realize
that it's you who are the one
who has Razel's evil eyes?
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
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Read My Palm
Try to read me if you can,
My life story changes on
The landscape of my hand.
Didn’t you know that the
Lines change all the time,
Depending on how you
live your life.
Now I was told years ago,
that I would travel a lot
and make money on the go.
a lot of money which
I would have come my way
Hollywood would set me up
in hotels I would stay.
Now new movie script
almost written and 2
Children’s books to create,
I have to finish before it’s too late.
Now time doesn’t run out on
the other side,
so I don’t have to worry
I should have it all done before I die.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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Things To Ponder
If you don’t make up your mind,
your mind will make it up for you.
Modeling is more ingrained
then trying to remember.
What you resist persists.
Things are just as “is”.
All life is consciousness
expressing itself.
Many teachers came to make
us “remember”.
On this planet we are just a “blink” in time.
Soon there will be no “time”.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 31,2011 at 1: 55pm.
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Leave Your Phone At Home
Sometimes it’s better to leave
your phone at home,
You don’t have to answer,
people leave you alone.
Now, it’s St. Patty’s Day,
everyone’s Green and very Gay,
wishing in a most happy way,
to have fun by the ton
which is better then O.K.
Now, leaving my phone
at home made my
night even better,
No calls, anD no
St. Patty’s Day letters.
Except I see
tons of missed calls
from caretaker Sherry,
who would rather be merry.
Those calls I’m glad I missed,
those calls where about Cockroach,
who I am pissed.
Now, can’t you get
a life even on a holiday?
Leave alone
Suzae Chevalier?
No you can’t
so you make Sherry pay.
Don’t you think she has
better things to do?
Then play mommy
for you?
Now, you look
like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.18,2011
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Golden Balls
Red Chevy truck comes passing by,
with gold balls hanging bouncing
in the sky.
Truck zooms around all cars
without a care.
Golden balls wagging
in the air.
Now I heard of a comedian
talking of these “golden balls”
on stage,
She said “Why is “gold balls” all the rage? ”
Guys real balls are ugly enough,
looking at them hanging outside
a car or a truck
makes you shiver inside,
I think I would rather look at
something else when I drive.'
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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Can The Majority Afford It?
Raise the gas prices
up to the sky,
Bury the electric
Car that you let die,
Die in Michigan
while selling it’s life,
to a big oil co. deep
in the night.
Now why have
the people pay?
For sending an eco-
friendly to the grave?
Now watch “Who
Killed the Electric Car”
It will tell you every-
thing thus far.
Maybe there is hope,
but it will cost so much
Doe.
Why it’s expensive
beyond belief,
It’s the new
Nissan Leaf.
33 thousand is not
my cup of tea,
will the majority
afford it or let it
Sink in the Sea?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2011
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Separate Reality
You believe what you want to believe,
we all have our separate realities,
I see what is in my dream,
but people of course can lie to me.
______ with my mind like a bumble bee,
buzzing around and ready to sting,
sting it’s “lying poison” into me.
Luckily I find you out in the nick of time,
you’ve been lying to me with no end in mind.
Thinking you had me fooled,
you make more lies like a pot of yucky stew.
Telling me to shut the door
on people you “thought’ had me floored.
All the while you’re the one,
I should of originally shunned.
Thinking your better than me,
talking like you have all
the answers that I should see,
while never really listening to know me
all because of jealousy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 7,2011
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Better To Act Like We Never Met
Better to act like we never met,
time spent was filled with regret.
Better to have known not to play,
then waste my time with some people's games.
People walk around unconscious of their words and deeds,
better for you be the one who knows reality and supersedes,
and gets smart quick and cut them off from the beginning.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 29,2012
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We Live In An Insane Asylum
We are nuts to some degree
we live in an insane asylum,
You and me,
Most souls don’t want to come here
for we live in a world based on fear,
We have to stay focused and be clear,
of the reality we want to achieve,
Sending pictures of what we want to see.
Knowing we can have it if we believe.
For you create your own nightmare
or a happy dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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If The Planet Had No War
IF THE PLANET HAD NO WAR
Could you imagine
a planet with no war?
It’s been done before; along time ago
In the age of Atlantis,
“didn’t you know? ”
People’s heart
chakras where developed
and so was their 3rd eye,
Everyone was treated equal
Nobody would lie.
There was enough to go around,
For people wouldn’t let each other die.
Die of starvation or by a weapon made,
No, no weapons for killing in their day.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Aug.2,2011
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Your Story
Don’t become attached to your story for it changes all the time,
it could be a fantasy novel or a poem that rhymes.
You write your movie script every day,
make it worth writing about for people to say,
say that you had an interesting life
that was of your own way.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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Enjoy Your Life
Enjoy your life in this time,
while you are stilling doing fine.
Once we take our last breath,
our physical existence turns towards death.
Are really gone at all?
No, we are on the other side having a ball.
Life goes on and on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 21,2011
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Jim Defends Sue-z Q
Chairs go flying with the drinks,
chaos sets in and no one thinks,
For a second Jim was down,
with glasses on the ground.
Luckily Jim finally did get up,
with the help of Skunky chump.
Then of course Jim’s dear old foe,
turned to him and to let him know.
He was a boxer &
not to mess with him,
Boxer works out in the gym.
Now Jim really didn’t care,
and right then & there he did share,
“I love the drama”
he said out loud.
For Sue-Z his sweetheart,
he was proud,
to defend her to the end.
Jim was not a coward or a fool,
he would defend sweet Sue-Z Q
at any & every bar stool,
so think next time before you drool.
Written on Jan.28,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Saved By Light
Dannion Brinkley
was “Saved By The Light”
all spiritual writing
in the book he writes.
Yes, he says we
are powerful
Spiritual beings
coming to this plane,
to help inspire and change.
He was asked like many
who die and come back to tell,
'What Love have you given,
or did you make life on Earth hell? '
Now not quite those words,
but haven’t you heard,
you can affect people
with small little things,
there is a chain reaction
from what your action brings.
So let your actions be of
Consciousness thought,
that helps people grow
and not stay in their lot.
Dannion words are true,
I met him and
he speaks firsthand to you.
Believe what you can,
read his book to see his view.
Written on April 17,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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