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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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Have half a tank of gas, and the world on my shoulders.-Adam -May26.12
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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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God didn't make room for us in his life. He created us; life. -May25.12
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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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Death is something you can't get over. -May26.12
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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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If its not right, don't do it. -May27.12
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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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Your flaws are what make you who you are, and your past  molded you into the person you've become today. -June1.12
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Krys Pressey Jun 2012
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Everyone has done something illegal at least once. Be it a u-turn on the road, or stealing a knife from a store. No matter your morals or beliefs, everyone's done something. -June9.12
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Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#48
I never forget a friend, I still remember you
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Krys Pressey Jan 2012
5
I "can't" is a lie, until you try
#54
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#54
Love me, not: leave me
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Krys Pressey Jan 2012
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Love me today,
hate me tomorrow
#63
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#63
The way I see it: Im not this, and Im not that...Im just me
#63
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#63
The way I see it: Im not this, and Im not that...Im just me
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Krys Pressey Nov 2011
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Love me
Hate me
Hit me
Save me
#74
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#74
Love is within the clouds, life is within the sky
#75
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#75
Love is bluer than the deepest sea, love is deeper than the bluest sea..and ture love is key
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Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#78
Unpredictable/Unquestionable/Unknowable?..none of your business
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Krys Pressey Jan 2012
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If you care about someone, maybe that's why they care about you too
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Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#88
Im his past, he's my future
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Krys Pressey Jan 2012
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Think twice before you act because you can't rewind time
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Krys Pressey Dec 2011
#91
If its not broken, then dont fix it
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
She stands infront of him,

not hugging him.

Or holding him.

Not kissing him or holding his hand.

Real close,

As she grabs his hands looking at him with a new sadness in her eyes.

Him looking at her,

not knowing why she's sad,

or whats going on,

he pulls her close and holds her tight,

putting his arms around her,

and stroking her hair.

He tries to comfort her.

With him doing this,

she she sadens more,

looking up,

because he has no clue as to why she

sadens like this.

Seeing her despair,

he asks her what is wrong.

Knowing his helplessness,

she again looks up with her sadened eyes.

Not saying out loud,

everything thats inside her head.

Wishing he'd already knew.



Not upset about other troubles in life.

Her mind's eye is in him.

As she is found with a new despair of her..

but almost perfect boyfriend that is

standing infront of her now.

As she knows that of the burden he's

removed from her.

The pain of whats in her life.

He brings a new one,

the reason for her despair.

The person that is betterly different fron the rest.

The reason she is now happy.

Also remains the reason she is sad.

New apologies.

Him being sweet,

but also the one that brings a new problem.

Not understanding of how he cares so much

and can let words slip by.

Still remains puzzled.

New apologies.

New hearts broken?

More strings attatched.

As it is to be said;

too good to be true: never lasts.



So as she sits there in his arms,

she wonders.

How it got this far,

and how to change the event that is yet to overcome her.



Silent wishes yet plesent dreams.

She hopes it wont be over yet for her.

Hoping the new treasure in her life can only hope to bring but more joy.

Not to get worse but to only get better. Her joy.
Krys Pressey Nov 2011
I want to feed on your blood
I’m so blood thirsty
So gut angry

You stood me up and it was wrong
You broke my heart so you will pay
I’ll get my revenge on you, so pretty

I’m dead angry, full gone crazy
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so happy, she’s getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick

I’ll tear up you’re ugly face
Rip your throat, drain your blood
Satisfy my revengeful thirst

There’s blood on my once clean hands
I love the taste, the coppery sweetness
The taste of my revenge

I’m so blood thirsty, so gut angry
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so pretty, getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick

I’ll smother your new *****
Choke her with my love, my hate
All my ******* anger

My thoughts of you when you hit me
Are my reminders, they feed my anger
I feel sorry for your new girl

I’m dead angry, full gone crazy
You stood me up and it was wrong
She’s so pretty, getting flirty
She makes me ******* sick

You’re so sick, the way you touch her
Don’t look for me any where
I’m all alone, cause you hurt me

I’m dead angry, you fed my crazy
You think you’re strong
But I was stronger

She was pretty, so, so flirty
And her blood tastes good in my palms
You caused her death

So you’ve read my diary?
Full of sick confessions
Now turn around, baby
I’m in your room, you’re not alone

You *****…
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
I wanna walk through the doors of the rest of my life.

I wanna see through the glass on the other side.

I wanna bring home the magic, if I have to, I'll fight.

They told me; you need to step through the door, no matter how hard at first.

You need to break through the wall, and walk to the sky to reach the star in your eye.

No matter how hard the fight, no matter how hard the dream.

You'll take you there if you just believe.
Krys Pressey Nov 2011
I wanna walk through the doors of the rest of my life.

I wanna see through the glass on the other side.

I wanna bring home the magic, if I have to, I'll fight.

They told me; you need to step through the door, no matter how hard at first.

You need to break through the wall, and walk to the sky to reach the star in your eye.

No matter how hard the fight, no matter how hard the dream.

You'll take you there if you just believe.
Krys Pressey Jun 2012
Are you lonesome, little bird?
Can't fly away now;
Limping with hurt.
With that broken wing of yours;
So fragile, so weak.
You need someone to lift you up
Oh, little bird.  
Hold you closely, fix you're hurt.
Fix that wing, you poor cute bird.  
Help you fly away again, little bird.

Oh, are you hurt now, little bird?
Lost and alone, in this cruel world.
Chirping on the forest floor; Waiting for that savior.
Oh, I'll come and find you, little bird.
I'll pick you up;
My precious bird.  
Finding you out there,
Hold you gently.

I'll help you fly away again, little bird.
Adopt you as mine now,
Without a word.
I'll fly you away now, my little bird.
No more crying,
My baby bird.
To other shores of unspoken hurt.
-April4.12
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
Are you lonesome, little bird?
Can't fly away now;
Limping with hurt.
With that broken wing of yours;
So fragile, so weak.
You need someone to lift you up
Oh, little bird.  
Hold you closely, and fix you're hurt.
Fix that wing, you poor cute bird.   Help you fly away again, little bird.

Oh, are you hurt now, little bird?
Lost and alone, in this cruel world.
Chirping on the forest floor; Waiting for that savior.
Oh, I'll come and find you, little bird
I'll pick you up;
My precious bird.  
Finding you out there,
Hold you gently.

I'll help you fly away again, little bird.
Adopt you as mine now,
Without a word.
I'll fly you away now, my little bird.
No more crying, my baby bird.
To other shores of unspoken hurt.
-April4.12
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
She's no white-trash angel
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
and the months go by
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
Band-aids don't heal your sores, but hide your pain. They cover them up from the world while they're vulnerable. Giving you a chance to heal
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
God is a miracle worker
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
Forgive me for holding you a little longer. Hugging you too tight. Kissing you too hard. It's only because I love you.
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
If love was a wall, I'd break right through it.
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
When you hold me as I cry, all my thoughts shatter into pieces
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
You can't gain knowledge if you don't make mistakes to learn from
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
If you can't talk first, talk second
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
You need to have faith for miracles to happen
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
If love were a rainbow, you'd be every colour./If love were a rainbow, I'd wear every colour.
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
You stop the world.
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
We need to remember that guys cry too
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
There's no such thing as a mistake in God's world.
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
When love is kind, it is sweet and fruitful too.
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
Magic is dangerous. Do not let it catch fire.
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
Santa is not the one that is 'all-knowing'
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
I am angry,
I am mad.
He is happy,
She is sad.

All together,
Mixed confusion.
Mixed emotions,
Like intrusion.

Tomorrow is a brand new day,
When happy memories;
Here, do stay.
Krys Pressey Feb 2012
Love me beautiful
Krys Pressey Jan 2013
Trust in what makes you strong, believe in what makes you happy
Krys Pressey Apr 2017
I am tired,
Yet sleep eludes me.
My eyes are bright with wakefulness.
Wide awake,
But yawning huge.

Over-tired.
Yawning constantly,
I try to sleep.
Only to be burdened
with one hundred tasks.
Things to do.
Sleep evades me.
No motivation.
I'm just too tired.

Working through my list of To Do's.
I take break, fatigue over-comes me.
Laying down, I try to snooze.
Hours pass while sleep skips over me.
Wide awake,
With nothing to do.

The world sleeps on,
As I lay waiting.
For the time when sleep will find me too.
I can't sleep. Like usuall and haven't written anything in a while. This is my first attempt at creativity in four years. I hope it doesn't **** and makes decent sense.
Krys Pressey Jun 2012
I'll write a poem about the rain.
Some other day when the weather is less sane.
Raining down hard like a duck pond made big.
Out in our lawns, drowning flowers,
Now uprooted;
I've found Grandmother's wig.
Torn-up grass from the rain's major pellets.
Leaving me holes in my front lawn.
I'll even it out later;
the dirt,
Its so uneven.
But for right now, let's rebury Grandmother's wig.
-April4.12

I am angry,
I am mad.
He is happy,
She is sad.

All together,
Mixed confusion.
Mixed emotions,
Like intrusion.

Tomorrow is a brand new day,
When happy memories;
Here, do stay. -April23.12
Krys Pressey Apr 2012
I'll write a poem about the rain.
Some other day when the weather is less sane.
Raining down hard like a duck pond made big.
Out in our lawns, drowning flowers,
Now uprooted;
I've found Grandmother's wig.
Torn up grass from the rain's major pellets.
Leaving me holes in my front lawn.
I'll even it out later;
the dirt,
Its so uneven.
But for right now, let's rebury Grandmother's wig.

— The End —