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Crystal Freda Jun 2019
I could have wallowed up a million
reasons for us to stay.
I could have given up a million
things, but it wasn't this way.

Instead my heart took a million
whips and cracked apart.
One lash of beating bruises
crinkled down to a million shards.

I could have said a million
I love you's, it wouldn't have changed.
I could give have kissed you a million
times, but my soul  still estranged.

Action could not be restored,
my brokenness has no pace.
Beaten bruises remain a million times
nothing bounces in place.
Crystal Freda Jun 2019
Some choices have to be made
even if it's pain is so severe.
You can't go living with something
that leaves you everyday in tears.

Take a deep breath and
clear your cluttered mind.
If you relax, think a while,
you will soon feel fine.

The problems may not go away yet,
but starting the process will help.
Just take your time, breath,
and learn to love yourself.
Crystal Freda Jun 2019
Every place you go
has destiny.
That's why it's
called a destination.

Everything you think
is a dream.
All you have to do is
use your imagination.

Everything you create
is a part of you.
You just have to let go
to see what your hands can do...
Crystal Freda Jun 2019
cold confetti
fused flakes of  f r o s t
onto her silk splashed skin
and her lucidity  longfully l o s t...

a ****** braided bun
mantled the misty move of  m a g i c
under the navy novels  of the night
flowing on the fiber of her floral  f a b r i c....

a seamless, sastrugi sky
crested colors of celeste and cobalt  b l u e
warming a wild wave of magnetism
melting the magnolia mist of the daisy  d e w...
Crystal Freda Jun 2019
if we are

  created from dust,

     dust is gold,

        why should we

             think of yourselves

                     any less?
Crystal Freda Jun 2019
Every day I always
pray for more.
I ask myself
what I am getting up for?

Every day it's the same,
no excitement, no fun.
Most days are cloudy.
Just wish something could be done.

I do have hope for the future,
but it never seems to come.
Every day makes me feel
so idiotic and so dumb.

Wishing is my only chance
for this to not be this way.
Although this is my current life
every single day...
Crystal Freda Apr 2019
A rainy, charcoal sky
emptying teaspoon tufts
on the palms of maple orchids
as sleeves of liquid flowed kinda rough.

She ran from this in her leather jacket
and her umbrella covered the  basin.
She reached her car dampered in rain
and drove to a gas station.

Her fringed scarf absorbed with water
anchored on her neck like a hard stone.
The storm grew heavier then lightened
as she sought to drive calmly  home.
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