The Secret Is…
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 
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
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 
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 
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
Every Cloud Has that Silver Lining…
Fall into the Silver Lining
dedicated to J.J.
lay me down to sleep
as hearts beat wild
the connection we keep
awakens this long lost child
gaze passed who we are
with the bond our souls set
capturing our a lucky star
feelings neither of us forget
time stands fleeting
as memories of old stir
eyes keep meeting
exposing what we endure
no worries about tomorrow
perfection is now till we blink
with needed courage to borrow
swallowing the thoughts we think
now lay me down to sleep
the boundaries are broken
part of me always yours to keep
and the rest need not be spoken.
Chrystalyn circa 2007
Opening Pandora’s Box
Opening Pandora’s Box
Chrystalyn Borgsmiller 2008
Here I hold Pandora’s Box.
Beautiful. Portraying everything you want mesmerizing first the eyes. Promises of everything you need wrap your heart in warmth. Intoxicating reassurance and hope quench your thirsty soul. You can rise above. Read more
Say Goodnight…
Say Goodnight..
Chrystalyn ’08
the dark silk of butterfly kisses, from curled lash to settled skin, move a restless mind to memory and dream
desires of the soul hold capture the heart’s current- directing writhing surges of warmth and need from abyss of mind to landscape of body
hold close the realistics you can, for riding the safeguard of what you have against the waves of irreconsiable longing of what you want, generates the overwhelming awareness of what you need to drown in the obscure
Chrystalyn


























