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Aug 2013 · 503
geeeeez
Chrys Pages Aug 2013
her
life
is
so
bland
you
wouldn't
want
to
taste
it
Aug 2013 · 553
8-2-13
Chrys Pages Aug 2013
my hands are frozen under my feet
chin tucked in my knees
eyes staring at the door
I feel nothing at all
Jul 2013 · 408
Untitled
Chrys Pages Jul 2013
and I fell for him
like a suicide from a bridge
and nobody even noticed.
Jun 2013 · 371
Untitled
Chrys Pages Jun 2013
why show the heart what it doesn't want to know?
why declare it upon it's face?
Jun 2013 · 532
in the hallway,
Chrys Pages Jun 2013
she looked at him
he looked the other way
he looked at her
she looked at her shoes. . .
this is in memory of that one time I saw this guy waiting in the hallway, who caught me staring at him. and I was sooooo embarrassed, that I went on staring at my shoes the whole time, because I felt him looking at me after that.
I never saw the guy ever again.
perhaps, the guy wasn't really there.
Apr 2013 · 640
12-11-12
Chrys Pages Apr 2013
It is in the times when you actually think of something to write that nothing comes
And you're stuck listening to the rain falling outside and on the roof
Trying to decipher what it wants to say, you hold out your palms
Inviting the cold smooth droplets of water into your senses.
Or perhaps you create a story about the smell of orange peelings caught in your fingers
Or maybe compose a song about your neighbor's dog,
But still everything is the same as the previous day
Except for the chili beef noodles and a cup of hot coffee you had this morning
Nothing changed, except the urge and want to write something.
Apr 2013 · 889
stagnation
Chrys Pages Apr 2013
we are debris scattered,
waiting for when the wind takes us,
perhaps on a journey,
or nowhere at all,
just laying still in
utter stagnation-
unmoving,
unchanging,
rotting
until we are no more.
Apr 2013 · 407
BENJAMIN
Chrys Pages Apr 2013
But she is just a shadow
Erased by the blinding darkness
Nothing serves as her light except that moon
Just that moon that makes her alive in the night
And she liked it that way
Minding not the direction of it's light
Instead, in it's gaze she was lost
Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.
Apr 2013 · 519
short drink
Chrys Pages Apr 2013
My hand is frozen and numb.
My body is cold and damp.
My hair is filthy with mud.
My eyes are bloodshot and hollow.
I feel empty and mellow.
But there are more drinks to follow,
  'til I can no longer see the 'morrow.
intoxication hallucination.

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