Whispered Thoughts Unspoken
Whispered Thoughts Unspoken
In a world of bridges and burning
where the war of water wages
I am simply forgotten, mistaken
a fool’s muse among ideologic sages Read more 
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No Room At The Inn Part 2
There is no room at this inn for something new.
This inn is for age old ignorance and sin passed generation from the beginning. We don’t talk of our problems or bring them to light. You must always smile whether you like it or not. You may never be at fault for any harm done. If a conversation has turned for the worst you can only blame blasphemy from the other person OR change the subject. You can never try to heal internal wounds, relationships with others, or find happiness within yourself.
Welcome to your life as one of the damned. There is no room for rebellion or change. This is our legacy to pass on till the end.
Chrystalyn
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The Secret Is…
Chrystalyn circa 2007
deep distractions promising tomorrows ambition, running further from the silver lining of the seated sins my soul harbors, knowing that the rain i pour just slickens the mess i’ve made, nothing will be washed clean. Read more
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The Depths of Creation
Dante
He’s learned to sleep in his side
He’s learned to play peek-a-boo and hide
He’s learned to touch faces with the palm of his hand
He’s just a baby in the making of a man Read more
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Leave a Light for the Lost
blessed am I
my damned soul finding contentment
forever only lasts till you blink
breathe the air to my soul
to keep this feeling burning
while my eyes shed the tears of joy
hold my heart as you hold my hand
may you remember me when your eyes reopen
find your way back to me each time after our goodnight
may your heart fill your thoughts with our memory
and your dreams with our love
for this is what you have done for me
full circle
My beautiful boys, My loving husband
engrave my name among the brail of your souls.
Chrystalyn
Circa 2006, updated 2012
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Cursed Gifts
hold my heart still as I weep for my soul bleeding out of my eyes for the unknowing
the world is as it always has been
unchangeable Read more
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Discontent
Discontent
The dirt covers and comforts like babies blankets, the falling ash swirls clumsily in such dim light, the air so thick of everyone and everything, spinning images of my days brings tears brimmed tight.
Breathe. Read more
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The Binding
He asks me to write him a poem but he’s asking way too much
For the first time in forever I have gotten to covet my love and such.
He wants it written on paper and who knows the reason why
But it wouldn’t scratch the surface- no matter how hard I try
The best love stories aren’t the ones written deep in word
They’re ones written between two hearts never to be heard…
Chrystalyn 2012 Read more
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The Keeper
The Keeper
Quietly you are taken
She flows like water through
but please don’t be mistaken
what you thought isn’t what she knew… Read more
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A Few Questions and Thoughts for Your Weekend
My Questions
What matters more:
small things that complete you for a moment
or
something that completes you for life
How do you intertwine:
the small things that have made you larger than life
with
the large things that lead to the small things happening
How do you believe:
that you are one hundred percent sure of something
when
life constantly teaches you that all those other things you were sure of
was just a big fuck-up with little perks
Chrystalyn Circa 2007
