Shining brightly against my face
My heart lifts to my throat
Skipping a beat
I wipe the dirt and sweat from my face
Carefully I reach out
But stop just short
I could not tarnish such pureness with my filthy hands
I leave the beautiful crystals
Somehow feeling satisfied
Her doubts crystallized on the tips of leaves on the tips of trees. She knew she’d leave them here, these doubts. She knew she’d walk away unburdened, but she stood unsure of whether she should.
I don’t really know anything about crystals but the little I have seen has proven to be beautiful and which fascinates the human mind. Some seek it for beauty and others for inner strength. I am not sure what I would use it for though.
I really wish this website would give me a different word. Every time I load it, it gives me the word ” crystals.” I don’t believe in the power of crystals. The only other thing I can think of when it comes to Crystals is my friend CrystA
Crystals formed on the windshield. They looked like snowflakes, but snowflakes don’t stay, and they don’t obscure your view. These are attack snowflakes. They obscure, distort, keep the truth from you. It’s at times like these that there is great joy in scouring them clean with a heavy plastic scraper.
The crystals glittered around him, reflecting the blood from his wounds around him. With a sigh, he picked up one. “She would love this.” he thought as he gazed at the glistening blue surface, “She always loved little things like this.”
Shiny and beautiful, some say mystical. One wonders about their property if they are at all from a place of integrity. Indeed they are, for have no doubt that these precious gems come from the bowels of our mother.
Sometimes I think I believe and then I don’t. But there seems to be something inherently true about vibrations and frequencies, and it’s interesting to me that I’m currently writing very literally and not esoterically and that I could be talking about amethysts and emeralds – or wait that is not a crystal. Then what is? What is defined as a crystal?
“Oooh! Crystals I found crystals!” “Look how pretty they are as they shimmer in the early morning sunlight!” She said to her new friends as they entered the cave. Ironically her best friends name is Crystal and it reminded her about how much she missed her when she had to move away.
crystals are pretty cool
they just discovered time crystals
im not really sure what that means
but i know it sounds neat
…
neat.
i am not very good at writing. i am not very good at anything :(
I hold you tighter than is comfortable, feel you glimmer like an old friend with an empty mug asking “how many sugars”. And I reply “none”. I’ve never been in this kitchen before but it is familiar, it reminds me of every kitchen i’ve ever kissed you in. Most were blurred but all were counters covered in stale tea bags, that didn’t have anywhere safe to stay.
The chandelier above glistened in her periphery as she tiptoed over the marble staircase. She anxiously scanned, hoping no one was nearby. The coast was clear. She ran across the floor to the door as quickly as she could.
The crystals hanging above us reminded me of the many hopes I held. I wish they would never fail or fall. Just be kept there. For me to aspire to, to admire, to live with. yours too.
crystals make me smile. They are so beautiful. I think of the white beauty of a crystal and all is good with the world, even if a crystal can be a drug. The future is unknown but in crystals the future is clear. crystal clear. Beautiful. there is no reason that all of us could not be crystals. even the children.
The chandelier made of crystals refracted the light and made rainbows on the marble floor of the dance hall on which they stood, just the two of them, swaying to music only they can hear.
Crystals are amazing.They are found in the caves at all corners of the world.Crystals are made of elements.I am not certain what they are made of but there are many crystal forms of different elements for example sulphur etc.There is a crystal mi
It’d been a quiet morning for the grave men. They were passing through an area without many burial halls, so the number of walkers was relatively low. That said, when you’ve a twitching, writhing statue in front of you, one seems like plenty enough. They knew the animated statue wasn’t really alive – it was just the random growth and shrinkage of cancer crystals through its stone body – but it was damn hard to keep that in mind when it’s the corpse of your grandfather dancing in front of you.
hiss wish you crystal coves of dim demise
I hardly despise what I sew with my eyes;
even,
if,
cliffs on the edge throng towards waking whistles
that blow in my ear
out through
my eyes
churn a crystal into a diamond
cater to a mine
and dig up the gold you oh so cherish to flaunt on sunday evenings when onlookers
dare to think about crystal chandliers
a sinister pair of bincolars that only see midnight navy
in every speck of sand lies silicon
within every glimpse of hate relies acres of love.
Leave
or glide
slip
or slide.
Fate knocks on doors as does the milk man when dairy rots!
nowadays crystals are seen as diamonds, there is no difference between the fake and the real. You do not know what is what and that I guess has become the reality of life.
i find it funny how people look at a crystal and see the light. Its never occured to me there may be any might. a god to me is bigger than you can see. faith in a rock is exactly what it sounds to like, to me.
She sucked in a breath. This was it. This was the crystal she had been searching for. All of those idiots back at the office didn’t believe her. But she knew she’d find them. And now she had the one thing that could enable the machine to function.
Cold Stare,
Real of Heart
Yearly improves
Standing yet again
Tallest of all
Last man in the final match
Stan the Man Wawrinka, Stan the manimal, Stanimal WOWrinka!!!!
The woman in the long, blue coat held out two fists before letting her fingers unravel like rough, loose twine. Nestled in the palms of both her hands were small, multicolored crystals. They looked almost as if they were directly plucked from a rainbow in the sky, collected like charms for people to wear or treasure.
Crystals are awesome. I think that witches use them in order to cast spells. Witches are also awesome. I like pink crystals, purple, red, blue and white. The energy that crystals give off can make you feel happy but they might also make you evil. If you are evil then you are bad. If you are bad then perhaps nice crystals can make you good. I really like it when people give me crystals as a present and I have given one crystal to my step daughter Malaya.
Crystals in the sand is what I found last evening. One in particular stabbed my pinky toe and a few remnants found it convenient to make its way into my blood stream. Is it possible that I could grow ill with crystal poisoning? A more advanced version of lead poisoning but instead I become more enlightened and virtuous like a wise old sage. Whatever the effects may be, I just hope I do not twinkle like a vampire from the Twilight series.
Shining brightly against my face
My heart lifts to my throat
Skipping a beat
I wipe the dirt and sweat from my face
Carefully I reach out
But stop just short
I could not tarnish such pureness with my filthy hands
I leave the beautiful crystals
Somehow feeling satisfied
Crystals are pretty rocks. Crystal could also be someone’s name. I actually own a fairly large piece of White Quartz. My grandmother gave it to me.
Her doubts crystallized on the tips of leaves on the tips of trees. She knew she’d leave them here, these doubts. She knew she’d walk away unburdened, but she stood unsure of whether she should.
I love crystals
I don’t really know anything about crystals but the little I have seen has proven to be beautiful and which fascinates the human mind. Some seek it for beauty and others for inner strength. I am not sure what I would use it for though.
I really wish this website would give me a different word. Every time I load it, it gives me the word ” crystals.” I don’t believe in the power of crystals. The only other thing I can think of when it comes to Crystals is my friend CrystA
I was on a hike the other day and I saw these beautiful crystals. thay were all different colors
Crystals formed on the windshield. They looked like snowflakes, but snowflakes don’t stay, and they don’t obscure your view. These are attack snowflakes. They obscure, distort, keep the truth from you. It’s at times like these that there is great joy in scouring them clean with a heavy plastic scraper.
When ice crystals melt and fall down they turn into water!!!! And can cause a huge amount of it
The Crystal’s are cold sharp pointed and look dangerous but also look great and majestic
the ice crystals looked beuatiful in the frozen castle movie that my sister watches!!!!
The crystals glittered around him, reflecting the blood from his wounds around him. With a sigh, he picked up one. “She would love this.” he thought as he gazed at the glistening blue surface, “She always loved little things like this.”
Shiny and beautiful, some say mystical. One wonders about their property if they are at all from a place of integrity. Indeed they are, for have no doubt that these precious gems come from the bowels of our mother.
The crystals were in his pocket in a small pouch. I could just grab them.
Sometimes I think I believe and then I don’t. But there seems to be something inherently true about vibrations and frequencies, and it’s interesting to me that I’m currently writing very literally and not esoterically and that I could be talking about amethysts and emeralds – or wait that is not a crystal. Then what is? What is defined as a crystal?
“Oooh! Crystals I found crystals!” “Look how pretty they are as they shimmer in the early morning sunlight!” She said to her new friends as they entered the cave. Ironically her best friends name is Crystal and it reminded her about how much she missed her when she had to move away.
crystals are pretty cool
they just discovered time crystals
im not really sure what that means
but i know it sounds neat
…
neat.
i am not very good at writing. i am not very good at anything :(
I hold you tighter than is comfortable, feel you glimmer like an old friend with an empty mug asking “how many sugars”. And I reply “none”. I’ve never been in this kitchen before but it is familiar, it reminds me of every kitchen i’ve ever kissed you in. Most were blurred but all were counters covered in stale tea bags, that didn’t have anywhere safe to stay.
I have a lot of crystals. my family will be rich if I sell them to rich people.
The chandelier above glistened in her periphery as she tiptoed over the marble staircase. She anxiously scanned, hoping no one was nearby. The coast was clear. She ran across the floor to the door as quickly as she could.
The crystals hanging above us reminded me of the many hopes I held. I wish they would never fail or fall. Just be kept there. For me to aspire to, to admire, to live with. yours too.
crystals make me smile. They are so beautiful. I think of the white beauty of a crystal and all is good with the world, even if a crystal can be a drug. The future is unknown but in crystals the future is clear. crystal clear. Beautiful. there is no reason that all of us could not be crystals. even the children.
The chandelier made of crystals refracted the light and made rainbows on the marble floor of the dance hall on which they stood, just the two of them, swaying to music only they can hear.
Crystals have always interested me, they have unique properties and can often be used to heal.
So much variety, I don’t know where to start
Crystals are amazing.They are found in the caves at all corners of the world.Crystals are made of elements.I am not certain what they are made of but there are many crystal forms of different elements for example sulphur etc.There is a crystal mi
newly recruited but highly experienced and knows many skills than other, always outstanding, forward thinker, best solution easy way of handling tasks
moments
realized
memorized
catalyzed
spun clockwise
longing eyes
capsized
all of me
carbonized
fossilized
analyzed
words hang
finalized
every memory
stretched forever
fused with thoughts
crystallized
It’d been a quiet morning for the grave men. They were passing through an area without many burial halls, so the number of walkers was relatively low. That said, when you’ve a twitching, writhing statue in front of you, one seems like plenty enough. They knew the animated statue wasn’t really alive – it was just the random growth and shrinkage of cancer crystals through its stone body – but it was damn hard to keep that in mind when it’s the corpse of your grandfather dancing in front of you.
hiss wish you crystal coves of dim demise
I hardly despise what I sew with my eyes;
even,
if,
cliffs on the edge throng towards waking whistles
that blow in my ear
out through
my eyes
churn a crystal into a diamond
cater to a mine
and dig up the gold you oh so cherish to flaunt on sunday evenings when onlookers
dare to think about crystal chandliers
a sinister pair of bincolars that only see midnight navy
in every speck of sand lies silicon
within every glimpse of hate relies acres of love.
Leave
or glide
slip
or slide.
Fate knocks on doors as does the milk man when dairy rots!
nowadays crystals are seen as diamonds, there is no difference between the fake and the real. You do not know what is what and that I guess has become the reality of life.
i find it funny how people look at a crystal and see the light. Its never occured to me there may be any might. a god to me is bigger than you can see. faith in a rock is exactly what it sounds to like, to me.
I can’t even know where to start. I wish I could set all my crystals out and look at them all the time.I would love that. A nice display of them.
She sucked in a breath. This was it. This was the crystal she had been searching for. All of those idiots back at the office didn’t believe her. But she knew she’d find them. And now she had the one thing that could enable the machine to function.
So many Crystals
All lovely looking in class
Three girls named Crystal
– ! Haiku-Man !
Cold Stare,
Real of Heart
Yearly improves
Standing yet again
Tallest of all
Last man in the final match
Stan the Man Wawrinka, Stan the manimal, Stanimal WOWrinka!!!!
U.S. Open winner 2016
The woman in the long, blue coat held out two fists before letting her fingers unravel like rough, loose twine. Nestled in the palms of both her hands were small, multicolored crystals. They looked almost as if they were directly plucked from a rainbow in the sky, collected like charms for people to wear or treasure.
Crystals are awesome. I think that witches use them in order to cast spells. Witches are also awesome. I like pink crystals, purple, red, blue and white. The energy that crystals give off can make you feel happy but they might also make you evil. If you are evil then you are bad. If you are bad then perhaps nice crystals can make you good. I really like it when people give me crystals as a present and I have given one crystal to my step daughter Malaya.
i think they ar
crystals are so pretty , I love them they spark
Crystals in the sand is what I found last evening. One in particular stabbed my pinky toe and a few remnants found it convenient to make its way into my blood stream. Is it possible that I could grow ill with crystal poisoning? A more advanced version of lead poisoning but instead I become more enlightened and virtuous like a wise old sage. Whatever the effects may be, I just hope I do not twinkle like a vampire from the Twilight series.