James the King
There is a King
who scans the town,
He has the jewels
under his crown.
Above his little spiky hair,
he wears his Goofy underwear.
No one knows what’s in his mind,
dirty thoughts of every kind.
Looking up at pretty girls skirts,
dreaming of what’s in the shirts.
In his mind he takes them home,
he always ends up all alone.
In his home he shakes his bone,
until he starts to moan and groan,
he's Italian like my friend Tone.
Going sadly off to bed,
crying cuz he gets no head.
anxious to see me again,
too bad for him
we are only friends.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.23,2011
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James The King
There is a King
who scans the town,
He has the jewels
under his crown.
Above his little spiky hair,
he wears his Goofy underwear.
No one knows what’s in his mind,
dirty thoughts of every kind.
Looking up at pretty girls skirts,
dreaming of what’s in the shirts.
In his mind he takes them home,
he always ends up all alone.
In his home he shakes his bone,
until he starts to moan and groan,
he's Italian like my friend Tone.
Going sadly off to bed,
crying cuz he gets no head.
anxious to see me again,
too bad for him
we are only friends.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.23,2011
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
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Delusioned
Delusioned from the age of three,
with the program of “you against me”.
Trusting no one is the norm,
Feeling helpless against the storm.
Storm that’s raging in your head,
making your life a living dread.
How do you get off this merry go round?
Take control of your mind without a rebound?
Feel the pain you never felt,
Like an snowball that has to melt,
All the trauma you’ve been dealt.
Dirty grey and dirty blue,
built up in your cell memory too.
Will this drama ever end?
get humans back on course again.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
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Anderson’s Home
Teenage runaways, problem child,
pregnant girls try to smile.
telling their story
to a counselor all the while.
About how they became so bad,
I was just disappointed and very sad.
Yes, I was the scapegoat
where everything is my fault.
I was a part of the juvenile delinquent cult.
Luckily I was taught,
to wait for the man of your dreams,
don’t get pregnant like my friends in their teens.
All my friends sent away that summer,
just like me, it was such a bummer.
Ate so much I got fat,
went swimming once, that was that.
This all happened at Anderson’s home,
teenagers sent there because they where wronged.
Wronged by parents because they are blamed
for things totally insane.
Hopefully homes like this will be a thing of the past,
child abuse will end, it will not last.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 5,2011
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Moving To California
Moving to California
will be so much fun,
visiting all my cousins
who are Italian.
Like Lydia—she will be so happy,
acting stories with Melodie.
Then I will have a Birthday show
where she will be a princess
with all the friends she knows.
I will prosper when I’m out there,
I have to make it if I dare…
Written on March 9th 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Better Than Sunshine
Thoughts of you
are better than sunshine,
and sweeter than
cherry wine.
If I want to be happy
I think of you
in my mind,
then I feel fine.
Memories is
all that will be,
once we are
gone—you & me.
That’s once we are gone,
gone to the other side,
where everything is
just Divine.
So let’s make a memorie
that brings only smiles,
for they are better to
remember all the while.
Written on April 10.2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Saving Ev
As I was going to bed,
I heard loud
shouts directed at Ev.
I ran outside to the front,
girls yelling words
mean and blunt.
Girls punching Ev,
I did break in,
and make sure Ev
got air to breathe again.
Then I broke away and
ran towards the door,
along with Ev,
girls running all four.
The door did shut
but girls were strong,
cops came fast before
too long.
A shoe was left outside,
girls thought we were
trying to hide.
The cop pressed charges
and girls went to court.
Ev let it go that was his retort.
Now Ev says if I hadn’t jumped in,
there would be no more left of him.
Thank God I did or I would be left
with one less friend.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.14,2011
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Lost Poems
When I was a child about the age of 5,
I wrote a ton of poems late at night,
I gave them to my school teacher
who thought they were great,
but I never did see them again to this date.
My mom tells me I became despairingly mad,
then I became really sad,
which then made me cry and cry,
so to make up for lost time,
and also before I lose my mind,
I write Purple Poems that really do rhyme.
That my friend is what you will find,
when reading Purple Poems from Christina Sunrise.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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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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Teenage Runaway
TEENAGE RUNAWAY
I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would
one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall,
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, as can be,
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret,
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Ratcoon Lives Here Too
One day late at night,
a dog started to attach to and fight,
A ratcoon is what the dog attacked,
he was jumping on him, biting his back.
I turned on the light,
dog ran away with fright,
Ratcoon I prayed was alright.
Ratcoon has his home,
outside by the trees
eating all alone with the bees.
He has a right to be here too,
This was his home first it’s sad but true.
For humans came along with their houses,
shoed him away like the mouses.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 16,2011
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Exit Points
A turn down the street,
a miss of a heart beat,
could be the last day
the last day
you breathe.
Exit points
we make with God
to leave this planet
Hopefully better off
than not.
Knowing we are
going to a place
Where we call home,
don’t worry ever
You won’t be alone.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 5,2011
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Going Home
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
No crying no sighing Im going home
Im leaving no grieving Im going home
And theres no one here
And theres nothing here gonna turn me around
Been a lifetime here full of doubt and fear
Been the talk of the town
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
Im smiling Im flying Im going home
No sad face no suitcase Im going home
And Im thinking back
To the girl I left is she waiting for me
When I left my heart wasnt in my hands
Is she waiting home for me
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
I know my friends will be there
And they will welcome me
Ill wash away these memories
From these dirty streets
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
Im dreaming Im scheming Im going home
Im racing times wasting Im going home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
And in my babys eyes
I see joy and pride
Uncover all those lies
That I left behind
When I get home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
When I get home
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Lost Poems
When I was a child about the age of 5,
I wrote a ton of poems late at night,
I gave them to my school teacher
who thought they were great,
but I never did see them again to this date.
My mom tells me I became despairingly mad,
then I became really sad,
which then made me cry and cry,
so to make up for lost time,
and also before I lose my mind,
I write Purple Poems that really do rhyme.
That my friend is what you will find,
when reading Purple Poems from Christina Sunrise.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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Your Book Of Love
Don’t tell me you’ love me,
or even I’m great,
especially on our second date.
I don’t care if it’s date twenty three,
if you are crazy don’t
ask to marry me.
I know you said it
is written in the stars,
that the psychic told you,
well her head is
on Mars.
In the end we couldn’t
even be friends,
because of your lying,
scheming which you
will never make amends.
So don’t pretend
Or try to defend
Your “Book of Love”
Has lost it’s bookends.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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No Clothes On Biker’s Back
When I was the age seventeen,
I was in a girl’s home
because my mom was really mean.
I got out for a little break,
went to girlfriend biker’s place,
and partied till very late.
We played strip poker
with a table of four,
everyone almost dropped
all their drawers.
Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,
biker drives me home naked
with no clothes on,
not a trace.
Luckily he stopped at all the stops,
we never did get pulled over by the cops.
This was right around 2 o’clock.
Next day went back to Anderson’s home,
I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,
to tell her clothes were all gone.
Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,
girl went into my room,
stole them out of my drawer.
Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,
hoping she can run from cops and hide.
Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,
friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was
pregnant and that was that.
Now if the runaway girl
had just wore the biker clothes the night before
I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend
why her clothes went out the door.
The moral of the story is;
While one is out getting naked,
someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011
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Highly Evolved Society
In a highly evolved society,
all work for the common good,
everyone shares it’s understood.
No crooked deals or lies of deceit,
every thing is out in the open, it has to be.
For in this Dimension all things are Known,
you can’t hurt another human and then go straight home.
Written by Christina Sunrise on December 1,2011
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Baby Elephant Gets A Bath
Baby Elephant plays in a water basin he thinks is a tub,
he is sooo cute, rub a dub, dub.
He is in Thialand, where a lot of elephants roam,
he is not far from his adopted mother or home.
He looks like he is getting stuck,
but he is having fun, getting off the muck.
He wanted to get clean real fast,
he could of jumped into the river to have a bath.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 27,2011
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Mermaid By The Sea
Little mermaid splashing in the sea,
swimming around as free as can be.
Letting the ocean’s wave’s float you to shore,
hoping to win the heart,
of a man who totally adores,
You; deep down to your soul.
Once he has his eyes on you,
he hears a sacred note,
totally mezmorized he crashes his boat.
Now he is all yours
for you have saved his life,
from the misery of his aloneness & mortal plight.
For he’s is sad and can’t express,
all his depressing thoughts of total unhappiness.
Now with you he see’s magic in your eyes,
finally hearing your sweet voice totally mezmorize,
all of the romantic thoughts he has
starts to spin in his head,
he offers you his hand so that you may wed.
Turning himself into a merman to be with you,
living in joy with both your hearts so true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.26,2011
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