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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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.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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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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Storyteller Poet
I would like to say I am a storyteller foremost,
my poems are stories, like the Poem about the Ghost.
My 'People' poems are a happy story,
poems are never sad, mean or gory.
'Peeve' poems where written when I was mad,
I couldn’t express it to people who made me sad.
Now 'Pet' poems are always happy, funny or cute,
some make you cry or laugh like a hoot.
Now I want to write like C.S. Elliot one day,
maybe before I’m old and grey.
My initials are C.S. or S.C. Suzae or Sue,
one day poets will copy my storytelling poetry style too.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 20,2012
www.suechevalier.com www.melodiememories.com
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With Some People
With some people you don't want to remember the times you had,
for the memories with them make you sad.
Like thinking they might like you,
but they play games and give you no clues.
Better to avoid them all along,
in the end you are the one wronged.
Written on January 7,2012 by Christina Sunrise
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Until Liar Admits
When you figure out a liar
it now easier for you to play with their head,
for they are trying to keep track of what they said.
Only you know the truth and don’t pretend,
it’s the facts you write down and save to the end.
In the end “maybe” the truth will come out,
but is it worth saying out loud?
For unless the liar wants to admit
why they said it in the first place,
you must take the high road with grace.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 28,2012
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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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Liars No More
I had a person once told me,
maybe 1 year ago times 3
“I don’t associate with people that lie”,
then turned around a year later or so deny-
What they were out for in their truck,
well I guess he can pass the buck.
Then there was a person who said
he would be a millionaire in a year,
he lives in a fantasy world, he wasn’t sincere.
Now people can lie because they are afraid,
people can lie because have something to hide,
whatever the reason you can never figure out why.
One day they maybe come truthful with you,
maybe become honest and give you some clues,
until then you and them are not true friends.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 20,2012
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We Are The Ones
I write for the animals that need a voice,
they live in this world and with human choice,
they can have their homes taken away from them,
We humans are to here to protect their environment.
They are here to live and some be our friends,
We are the ones who need to defend any harm done to them.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 27,2012
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Expressing God
God talks to me when I write,
letting me know through wisdom and sight.
The sight to observe and be consciously aware,
to express through writing what I can share.
Share thoughts on life and nature’s mystery,
put ideas and beliefs to pen for all to see.
The truth and laws of the universe,
three dimensional life is a blessing, not a curse.
Being a change agent by writing poems,
poems that might inspire people
while reading at home.
Maybe I will some day know,
That poetry writing is worth all
it’s weight in gold.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 23,2011
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Why Not Lie To You?
You lie to me…so why don’t I lie to you?
Make you believe what I say is true.
_______ with your mind so you Obsess about me,
Now I control your mind, I have the key.
Key to settle the score,
you don't know what you bargained for
as I walked through your front door.
Play your games, but you don’t know what you play,
make up the rules and think you had it your way.
But you can't keep promises and disobey.
Playing your games that you don't know,
two games of 'Tic Tac” and “Big Toe'
Make more lies for your b.s. plate,
but wait, you didn't know I was too great,
too great a fantasy that you did create,
in your mind over time,
believing your lies from looking at me online,
not knowing the truth of my life.
So in the end read my poetry book,
maybe you will think twice before you justify your gook.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012
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You Will Never Say You’re Sorry
You Will Never Say You’re Sorry
You will never say you’re sorry
for all the lies that you told,
You will never say you’re sorry
you think your justified and gold.
Golden in your mind of your own “not my fault”,
you are never wrong for all the anger you dealt.
So my poems always set the record straight,
you don’t want people to see that you are not that great.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 3,2012
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Thoughts Are Like Feathers
Thoughts are like feathers that fly by
catch the down on paper so they can
materialize.
you want to make sure you don't forget—
you could have a great poem
with so many readers yet.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 22,2012
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Why Not Now?
After your dead people say good things about you,
when you were alive they made you blue.
What about when you are alive?
why do we have to wait to
when there’s no more “your life”?
Now there is some good souls,
they are nice and say nice things and let you know.
Then of course there is the ones who are mad,
say mean things to make you feel sad.
If they only knew who you really are,
they would regret what they said thus far.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012
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I Am One
I am the wind,
I am the sand,
I am the chocolate
that melts in your hand.
Yes, I’m all these things and more,
I am the inspiration that makes you sore.
Yes, I am God, I am in everything,
even the voice in which you sing.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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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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What Is Your Life?
What is that you came to express?
What is it that brings you happiness?
What is that brings you joy?
What is your favorite toy?
What is the color of your eyes?
What is the it that makes you cry?
What is your scariest thought?
What ties your stomach in knots?
What is your happiest dream?
What is your addiction or extreme?
For what is your life when you write it all down,
maybe it's not worth writing about or maybe it's
the talk of the town.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on March 6,2012
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Visions
Some dreams I have our preminitions of what is to come
Some are happy, some are tragic and some are ho hum.
Like a movie still to be
my mind projects for me to see.
Figure out the images my mind does map
all the answers are there
it is not circumstance.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 14,2012
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The Poem I Did Not Write Today
THE POEM I DID NOT WRITE TODAY
The poem I did not write today
Will never be written.
No one knows what it is
Or where it is
'How it can be? ' is another question
No one can answer.
The poem I did not write today
Never went away
It is always here with me and with you
It is the same simple poem
Written over and over again
In our everyday minds.
It is the poem of love of life
The poem of happiness
The poem of belief in God
And in the goodness in the world to come
It is the poem which believes too that poetry will help save the world.
It is the good poem
The happy poem
The poem I did not write today
Is the poem my life is writing now and always
And with you it says
‘What a miracle it is that we are here
reading and writing
and loving life as we do’.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Win Me Over
Ice is like a man’s ego,
fun and easy to crush,
now don't feel bad baby,
your not going to get your lunch.
Your heart is frozen just like ice,
so don’t tell me to be nice.
For I am not your Peggy Sue,
doing whatever you tell me to do.
No, I’m your “Christina Sunrise”,
whose your precious “star prize”.
You have to win me over and make me realize,
that your worth your wait in gold,
I just want you to know-
Winning my heart is a matter of time,
better get to know me so I can shine.
Written on 1/17/2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Christina Sunrise
Christina means the follower of Christ,
I write poems admiring him and his life.
Now I believe we are all change agents,
I write poems that rant with tangents.
Born in the spring on April eighteenth,
I defend the underdog to the nine degree.
I even wrote a Peeve poem comparing
someone's actions to a dog's flea.
Being 4th generation Native American,
I dance to "Cherokee Nation Will Return" again and again.
Now I write poems to bring awareness and change,
to help people see another standpoint that's not the same.
The name Sunrise is Zaria in Slavic meaning Morning Star,
I write a poem to worship our Sun on Earth from a far.
I just used to live on the street named Sunrise,
middle name Christina names came together just fine.
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