Your Word Is Powerful
We cast spells that puts us in our hell,
it’s how we talk to ourselves.
Do we say something that’s mean or
something in between?
Agreements we made when we were young,
statements, spells, the word had just.
Use white magic it begins with yourself,
tell yourself how wonderful you are,
how wonderful you are that you are a shiny star.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 22,2012
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Set Her Free
Doing the Best to Survive,
I couldn’t run and coulnd't hide.
Fast forward to the present time,
Loving the little child inside.
I have to heal that frozen parts of me,
chipping at the ice to set her free.
Spells cast when I was young,
forming agreements I didn’t agree on.
Only tricked to believe,
things said were not true about me.
Now, I’m older, I can form new beliefs,
new beliefs to set me free.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 26,2012
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My Teddy Bear Is More Fun
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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I’d Rather Play With My Teddy Bear
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Star Traveler
Looking up at the stars at night
we can see a wonderful sight.
Galaxies from light years away
we wehre once there like on Earth today.
So be thankful you visited Earth again-
you are a space traveler and a star friend.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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Reality Shows Tells Us Gossip
In this planetary dream
we have gossip which can get extreme.
It puts us in a more living hell
for people on reality shows have to tell
tell something bad to bring up the ratings
do something drama filled to be degrading.
But this puts us all into more of a living hell
we don't know this but we learned it well.
We learned when we where young
when our lives had just begun.
We learned to gossip to make us feel better
by listening to adults go on about people to the letter
Gossip gets old really fast—
ruined relationships that never last.
Why not more funny shows—
the kind where there are actors that nobody knows.
There is of course these shows that make you think
not hearing about someone else's stink.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 8,2012
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Magic Words
In the land of the lost
They dug up a book of magic spells today
No one had seen spells like this before
Some of them were extremely weird
The cover of the book said:
PO-etry
And the people wondered if PO-etry was a black or white magic. The book was sent to an expert in magic and his assistant for examining.
Look at page 82
'Mumps on the breast
sleepless rest
Eastless west
I didn't have to study for my urine test.'
or
page 97
'Crazy insane
painless pain
evaporating rain
nothing changes perception
quite like the brain.'
or how about
page 115
'Vision blurred
brain is slurred
this is what happens
when I think like the herd.'
The expert in magic confirmed it was white magic and shared the spells with everyone. The spells brought wonder and joy to the people in the land of the lost. And perhaps that is magic in itself.
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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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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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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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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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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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Loss Of Power
A fog you put me in so I couldn’t see,
couldn’t break inside of me,
You laughed and clasped your hands to your hips
words of anger came from your lips.
You have the power to make a choice
with your new story you create with your voice.
Forgiveness is for your own mental health
Forgiveness will help melt
all the spells cast on thee,
bringing peace finally.
By Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com
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Some Souls Lie
Each soul has a shiny bright light
some souls are dimmer with different colors
for clariavont to see just right.
If your aura is grey
clairvoyant knows you lying
no matter what you say.
Wouldn't it be nice if
we had a device
that let you know
when someone was trying to snow—
snow you into believing a lie
but you can feel it in your gut—
which you can't deny.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012
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Anger Causes Storms Inside
Anger is more than an emotion
it is a force-
Just like the wind
it can blow you off course.
It can start to stir within
attacking your vital organs is where it begins.
So become consciously more aware
of how you think, feel and do share.
Stay positive in this realm
it affects all others just as well.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 13,2012
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We Are Just Visiting
We are just visiting, this is not home,
we are always connected the source
we are not alone.
We are here to create God,
yes, I said it, I said it out loud.
God gave us free will and
we are body, mind and spirit,
so let’s bring them together and use it.
Since we are just visiting,
we should take better care,
care of planet Gaia while we are here?
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 30,2012
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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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There Are No Victims
We incarnate with agreements made
we would meet our old friends or foes once again.
This time to set the record straight
to learn how to forgive, love and not hate.
Not knowing what happened in our past life
we meet our foes and carry the pain more than twice.
We have all been killers and other names in the book
we came here to clear our karmic debt and have another look.
We can now transcend karma and create without pain
we can be one with the creator and not have to be insane.
For we can have one foot in heaven and the other foot on the ground
we can now be in control consciously which is the new game in town.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 22,2012
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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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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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Melodie And Razel
She can write, she can draw
She can even talk Melodie Mezoree' doll.
What else can she do?
If only I could sing a tune
Hey wait! Melodie can sing!
What a wonderful thing!
Recording Melodie's voice gives Suzae a choice.
A choice to say something funny
Melodie makes the day more sunny.
Especially when she is defending a human
Razel has bashed—Melodie retorts real fast.
Suzae makes funny sayings every day
for her doll Razel and Melodie Mezoree'.
Like Razel's spider who lost it's leg
Razel has to make a spell to get it back again.
Razel makes spells that make you cringe
she does the spell while she evily sings.
Sing her song "Razel The Ice Witch"
But Melodie writes Happy Poems that will bring
memories that make your heart go bling!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 20,2012
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