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eleven is the number of steps she took before reaching the corner,
eleven steps on the cobblestone before she disappeared into the shadows
and he never saw her again.

» Posted By chryste On 11.19.2014 @ 8:42 am


we’re all living and loving and smiling and laughing and crying and screaming and dying, all at once, everybody, all of us

the earth spins and turns and tilts, a nothing, a speck, a pale blue dot of insignificance in a rapidly expanding universe

everything we know and understand and everything we don’t and everybody we hate and care about and everybody we don’t are here, being, breathing, existing

the fate of all of humanity is passing us by in a short cosmic blink, the legacy of everything soon to be snuffed out in an instant

and you expect me to study for my college finals?

» Posted By chryste On 12.08.2013 @ 11:24 pm


by day she is
hair pulled back into a crisp bun
stockings without any pulls
modest amounts of eyeliner perfectly applied
and manicured nails on hands that never tremble

but by night she is
bruised knees
a wide lipsticked smile
beckoning eyes heavy with glitter and promises
and sadness.

» Posted By chryste On 11.14.2013 @ 5:06 am


once my cousin told me that all he ate in college were soggy microwaved waffles
and now whenever i think of microwaves, i think of that.

» Posted By chryste On 10.22.2010 @ 6:35 pm


when we’re together, we are one;
we can finish each other’s sentences.
we know what the other is thinking.
when we’re in a room together, the love between us is palpable.

but when he’s gone,
i’m just half.

» Posted By chryste On 07.25.2010 @ 6:12 pm


she stands on the street corner, shivering in her bra and skirt
knowing that this wasn’t what she wanted for her life, knowing that she didn’t even really need the money
the truth was, this was the only way she knew
the only way to be touched by someone else, to feel a connection
she never had relationships, only this; detached, lustful, but this mediocre sex was the closest she’d ever gotten
and so she stands there every night
putting up with the cold, the bad reputation, the dangers of disease
driven by the desire to be loved

» Posted By chryste On 07.22.2010 @ 2:43 pm


comitto, comittere, comisi, comissus – to join together.

you take his hand as you stand at the altar, squeezing it for a bit of reassurance.
as the justice says his final words, you look into your lover’s eyes and smile,
knowing that the commitment you both just embarked on will be a wonderful one.
his eyes gaze into yours, and yours into his, and you lean into a kiss,
blissfully at peace with one another.

» Posted By chryste On 07.20.2010 @ 7:51 am


he cries out as a blade pierces through his chest in a fatal blow
bronze-plated armor about as effective as his prayers

» Posted By chryste On 07.18.2010 @ 2:17 am


all i can think of is that chuck norris joke.

» Posted By chryste On 07.16.2010 @ 10:41 pm


whrrr whrrrr whrrrr
clik clik clik

» Posted By chryste On 07.09.2010 @ 7:47 pm


daedalus ordered him to fly in the middle
not too high,
not too low
lest his wings be melted by the fires of the sun
or overtaken by the waves of the sea –

of course, icarus didn’t listen.

» Posted By chryste On 07.07.2010 @ 12:32 pm


in the beginning, there was chaos
a massive amalgamation of everything
or nothing.

» Posted By chryste On 07.06.2010 @ 7:23 pm


hades stole her
enchanted by her beauty and her serenity and the way she radiated with goodwill and nature
so unlike himself and yet so
he stole her from aboveground and brought her down to his lair
intent on making her his queen and spending the rest of his days with her by his side
of course she required some coaxing
but in time they grew to love one another
gradually they learned to cherish the time that they spent together
in the darkness of his kingdom
ice king and ice queen
she ate the dreaded pomegranate seeds but only half
much to his dismay
and so she returned aboveground for half of the year doing her work as inspiration to her mother so that grain would appear and people could eat
and the myth goes on to say that she loathed the time spent in the darkness
but this isn’t so
persephone loved her hades
lived for the days that she could spend trapped in his frigid embrace
and reveling in their kingdom
their fortress
their love.

» Posted By chryste On 07.05.2010 @ 12:40 pm


i want you back
i want your smile
your touch
your eyes
your lips
i want your laughter
your voice
the reassurance of you
being there
and maybe it’s selfish
and maybe
it’s stupid
but even those last moments
in the hospital bed
were better than these moments
the ones with no feeling
no color
and i know
you can’t come back;
at least, i don’t think so
but i’m not afraid to find you
and that’s what i’m intending
so wait for me
look for me
i’ll find you
i miss you

» Posted By Chryste On 08.27.2008 @ 5:26 pm


the photographs on the mantle
preserving memories on pieces of glossy “photo” paper
angled by the rich cherrywood frame
complete with colored ink
and pixeled artifically
and they seem like the real thing
don’t they?
they make you smile fondly
remember the good ol’ days
but they’re not
because memories are truer than any photo
and the mantle is built on falses
twisted and warped, so that what you see is what you want to remember
the mantle is made of lies

» Posted By Chryste On 08.24.2008 @ 9:05 pm

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