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Krystal Dec 2021
The needles,
the thread,
they go together,
make a blanket,
a hat,
let your mind roam with it's thoughts,
Let those thoughts fill your head,
you won't feel the pain,
cuz there isn't any,
your thoughts bring you down,
you have to pull yourself together,
Like a thread,
on the knitting needle.
  Dec 2021 Krystal
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one nightΒ Β Β Β with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
  Dec 2021 Krystal
Raven
I notice it, I notice it's flaws. I see its texture, I witness the shapes and metamorphic coherency's. It's all aligned in a wild pattern. Like walking in a catastrophic maze and never finding the ending.
But to really observe profusely, the maze has its own pattern, agenda.
Screaming to myself, aloud, I express myself grandiosely.
It all makes perfect sense
The missing piece is not missing, it never was, it was merely detaching.
Detaching from all life forms itself, like a cell that does not belong to another.
The maze was juxtaposed in its own creation.
People were too simple to understand it.
The jagged puzzle doesn't need another piece, it just needs a new formula, a new path, a new perspective, it needs to stay jagged in order to create more purposeful moments and inventions.
Complexities reach a higher peak than ever before, if you try to straighten the puzzle and find a piece to fit in it, you destroying its true and only purpose.
You cannot mold or fix something, you cannot sand it down.
You just need to let it be.
It's shapeless, it doesn't need a form, or a label.
It just is what it is to be.
And that is the secret. The contradiction needs to stay as the contradiction in order to invent the expedition.
  Dec 2021 Krystal
Mystic Ink Plus
Of all the things
I noticed
Her lips
May lie to me
Her eyes
Speaks the holy truth

And her scent
Lingers
In my memory
Genre: Romantic
Theme: You Matter
Krystal Dec 2021
You trace the lines,
You pull the string,
Their pulled together,
Like a bond of love,
Like a bond of beads,
They go together.
They break easy,
that just means be careful.

He sees ME,
He Loves ME
He wants ME,
He needs ME,
I want HIM,
Men can love each other as much as a woman and another woman + a man and a woman. Love is love don't take it away.
I love him, he loves me. SO WHAT?! Were just humans like you. (Besides me no one knows what I am I wont say!)
THANKS
Krystal Nov 2021
Walking through the school you see them,
The eyes of the people you thought love you,
Your enemy's, everything matters and it hurts
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