Comments Posted By Chrystal
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I need to stop backtracking. I need to stop thinking about you. Stop trying to remember what it was like to taste your lips. Stop thinking about how safe I felt in your arms. Stop listening to you when you tell me you love me. Stop remembering you. I won’t look back. Not anymore.
» Posted By Chrystal On 05.17.2014 @ 7:03 pm
If only I could leave the thoughts of you behind as I wander into the wilderness. I’m close. You’re farther away now. I can see you through the trees. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that I keep looking back at you. I can’t leave you behind just yet. But I must and I will.
» Posted By Chrystal On 05.11.2014 @ 3:10 pm
If you were to search within my brain, all you would see are the footprints you left behind when you walked away. You’d see how deep they were from your heavy footsteps. You’ve left your mark. But footprints don’t last forever. The wind will soon blow them away. Soon.
» Posted By Chrystal On 05.08.2014 @ 11:18 am
I looked at him and watched as he smiled brightly. His eyes always sparkled when he talked about his passions. I wonder, do I look like that when I speak? Do people look at me this way?
» Posted By Chrystal On 05.07.2014 @ 8:12 pm
I arrive at the airport, dragging my luggage behind me. I’m running late. The line for security is long and inching forward slowly. Panic and anxiety is all that runs through my mind. Will I make it? What am I supposed to do if I miss my flight? Do I have to buy a completely new ticket? The uncertainty drives me crazy.
» Posted By Chrystal On 05.06.2014 @ 6:25 pm
There was a knock on the door. When I heard it I jolted up from my position on the couch. How long had I been asleep for? It could not be 7:00. There was no way it was time for him to be there. The knock sounded again; panicked I scrambled off to open the door. To my relief it was not Bradley.
» Posted By Chrystal On 02.28.2013 @ 1:21 am
You liar. I can’t believe I fell straight into your trap.
Why didn’t I see this coming?
That grin, the devilish look in your eye.
It should have been so obvious.
I should have avoided you but no,
I fell fast and hard.
Now I’m swimming in your deceptions.
I can hardly keep my head above the waves of humiliation.
I’m gasping for breath,
Waiting for a way out of this.
» Posted By Chrystal On 08.02.2012 @ 12:58 am
Only a minute left on the clock. Her blood was racing through her veins and her breath was coming out in shallow gasps as she pushed herself to continue running. She couldn’t stop. She had to make it to the gate. This was her last chance to say goodbye.
» Posted By Chrystal On 06.22.2012 @ 1:45 pm
Compassion is perhaps the most difficult kind of passion to have towards one another, especially when we have done one another wrong.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.13.2011 @ 3:21 pm
The setting that afternoon was bleak and cold. A stark contrast to the girl standing against it, with her red hair and bright green eyes. She was full of life and excited to be graduating! It was odd that someone so merry would request to have her picture taken on such a gloomy day.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.06.2011 @ 5:15 pm
I was warned this would happen. Love. Bah! I told them, “Not to me! I’ve got no interest fooling around in that business!” They all laughed and I couldn’t understand why. Now I do. I should’ve listened to them. They were right. Love doesn’t like being scorned for so long. When it is, it’ll come back and hit you. Hard.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.05.2011 @ 7:21 pm
The morality of this fellow had sunken low after a number of encounters with the usual crooks; bandits, thieves, whores, drunks, liars- you name it he had known them all personally. And when one associates themselves with such a crowd, the good in them takes a heavy beating until one day, they will find the good pummeled out of them by the harsh reality of life. Such was his fate.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.04.2011 @ 7:01 pm
Suppose I was to just sit here, sipping my coffee and typing these words. Suppose I had only sixty seconds to write to you everything I could possibly want to say. What would I tell you? I don’t really know but I suppose it would be something rather simple, seeing as I likely don’t know you. Suppose I say, “Hello.”
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.03.2011 @ 5:00 pm
There’s always this edge I find myself standing on at work. Customers that come through for their coffee, they determine whether or not I’m shoved off that edge or pulled to the safety of sanity.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.02.2011 @ 9:37 pm
The golden twists and turns in her hair lit up in sun on that crisp, fall day as she ran out to play with her friends in the street. She turned around and waved a gloved hand back at me, her blue scarf covering her grinning mouth. Braiding her hair own hair for the first time made her feel like such a big girl. But I knew, watching her chase after the crunchy leaves twirling in the breeze, that she was still my baby girl.
» Posted By Chrystal On 10.01.2011 @ 3:13 pm
The sun sets as your eyes fill to the brim with sweet tears. You’ve been waiting for this lovely day all your life. You’ve finally found each other after many wrong turns and heartbreaks. The moment is now. Happily ever after. You smile back at him as you say, “I do.”
» Posted By Chrystal On 09.30.2011 @ 10:18 pm
light. dance flash. colors scent floo scent the scent of the floor pinesol
» Posted By chrystal On 05.01.2011 @ 3:51 pm
I eish for a lot of things. A lot; Fantasy things and sometimes normal things. Always different things. I like wishing wells. But I don’t like putting money in them. Sometimes I put rocks. Or leaves. That’s probably why my wishes don’t come true.
» Posted By Chrystal On 12.29.2010 @ 2:43 pm
i had a carton of soymilk and it was bad. stinky, clotty, a little bit sour. i put it in my cereal, and took a big bite. i wish i had a carton of beer instead or maybe a carton of you.
» Posted By chrystal On 01.07.2009 @ 9:08 pm
I walked down the stairs. The teacher is running at me. Waving papers. I am suspended. From school. This really sucks. What should I do now? This is going to look bad on my record.
» Posted By Chrystal On 11.16.2008 @ 7:41 pm
Myself is me,
someone who is incomplete yet perfectly so
Myself is my only true friend,
because I know how truly nuts I am.
Myself can take me anywhere at anytime,
Only I don’t make a very good sparring partner
Myself is someone who shows me what I want to see
and everything I don’t.
Myself also creates a perfect self image of myself
Yet, that image is only perfect to me.
» Posted By Chrystal On 03.14.2010 @ 12:34 pm
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Standing atop the tower
We all look down
Down on each other
Each of us,
Feeling supiror atop the tower.
Standing atop the tower,
We all look up higher,
Willing ourselves better
Better than the rest
Standing atop the tower.
» Posted By Chrystal On 03.17.2010 @ 1:02 pm