"..I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might wanna turn your head,
Welcome to Christina's web page.. This site should entertain you with music links, jazz, poetry, quotes and many more wonderful things... Please E-Mail me with exciting new bits and pieces I can stick into this page, and please comment by signing my guestbook as this is my first page and, well, you know. Also, if you notice that any of my pictures aren't loading please e-mail me and let me know! Oh, and here's my ICQ # - 13174268.
Some day you're gonna get hungry and eat all of the words you just said..."
~Ani Di Franco~
owned by Christina Wright. [ Next Page | Random Site | Next 5 ] Want to join The Women Poets of the Web? Click here for info. |
Christina Wright
View My New Dreambook..
Sign my New Dreambook..
tug of war
broken string, i could lay down next to you cut my fingers from your touch listen to your stories. we’ve both been strung to a perfect pitch expected to perform accordingly. you have an inconsistent plan not really belonging anywhere. displeased creators always asking for change, they twist you into obtuse angles make you flexible - easy. artists paint from your metal tip onto their white canvass tracing your outline cutting you down to size sizing you up we’re the same, you and i you try to pull my hanging heart to another but consistently fail the knot is too loose i’m always losing my other half. Christina Wright - July '99. *Untitled* -
Down in New Orleans raves, deep beats, burning incense in the center of some too-brightly-lit street, beat-up cars drip mysterious oils out of their bodies like piercings. That soulful creation in our hotel room - that common rose, lies drooping in a Shot Glass on our kitchen table - depressing. “These petals have been Weary for weeks now,” I complain. A miracle - this wisp of God - so silky - has survived this long under such conditions. Patiently, the willowing mess waits to die - this shot glass - hardly fitting for a relative of Romeo & Juliet - a relative of romance. Two drops of water can barely squeeze themselves into this glass (it’s only meant for light drinkers) Even that amount must be poured out every evening - My sister needs her scotch. This aging piece of Mother Nature lies expectantly on the bleached counter peaceful - as soon as my sister has reached the state of sickness it can be replenished. Last night I watched the flower die - the bloodshot petals slide down to the linoleum. I watched each one shatter like tears. I watched my sister on hands and knees - sucking the water from each petal, Murdering what was left of god’s work
Christina Wright
A page on me (oh boy) this way..For my info on bands, come this way
POETRY 'N' QUOTES SITE NUMBER 2~~~! Oh man, JUST CLICK HERE! Yes, good boy..
To get to my Old Bands and music site Click here! My Favorite LinksGreat poetry site - write it, read it, or comment on it.
Poetry Link, this will keep the most avid reader occupied
Jazz page of upcoming artists around the world.
Pretty Awesome Chat Room - Different Rooms for Different Ages
BAND LINKS BAND LINKS BAND LINKS....
This is SUCH a cool place!
This guy used to go to my school - he's cool, check out his homepage..
Please goto this page, it's very important to me.
ARTIST OF THE MONTH (Dizzy Gillespie)
ARTIST OF THE MONTH (Charlie Parker)