Christina Reed : Writing

Happy Insomnia

Happy Insomnia

A Story by Christina Reed


I cannot sleep.I cannot sleep, because I am about to cry, about the feelings in my heart.I might laugh it off, but you touched me deep inside.You told..
Show Me

Show Me

A Story by Christina Reed


Everything is a choice.Your clothes.Your hair.Your state of mind.Your diet.Your weight.Your health in general.Your love life.Maybe your failed love li..
Lust of the flesh

Lust of the flesh

A Poem by Christina Reed


"For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the ..
You are like the wood

You are like the wood

A Poem by Christina Reed


You are like the wood, and I am like the water.We do not fit together, you are firm and dry, and I am flowing and unpredictable like the river where t..
You, me, and the morning

You, me, and the morning

A Poem by Christina Reed


"When we sleep, we commit no sin." -Erasmus of RotterdamIt is soft, gold-lighted and we are tied in between each other.Nothing can ever disturb this m..
My love is winter

My love is winter

A Story by Christina Reed


The pain is searing in my cheeks, my fingers are the ice taps hanging from the trees and the roofs.I am walking through the streets of the city, the g..
When I am not around

When I am not around

A Poem by Christina Reed


Narrow waistFlaxen hairRose complexionDo you think of me, when I am not around?Bone structure of the deerEyes like the deep waters of the PolesDo you ..
Carbondioxide

Carbondioxide

A Poem by Christina Reed


I am looking at the bubbles in my carbonated drink, they rise to the top and they dissappear.Nothing lasts forever, but I hope it is this way for a wh..
Much like the wild salmon

Much like the wild salmon

A Poem by Christina Reed


The light from the lamppost is competing with the shine from your nylon stocking, reminds me of the shine from the side of a wild salmon as it escapes..
Hair, the colour of hay

Hair, the colour of hay

A Poem by Christina Reed


A golden wonder, with the hair, the colour of hay