Crystal Harmony

Crystal Harmony Mar 2017

i am cold in a winter that isn't
so much like winter

i am frozen in the idea of magazines
thinspo
and whatever the opposite of that is

it is still encouraging

i want a ballerina body
i want to surround myself in water and green tea
avocados

i want to be bendy
well, bendier
i want collar bones to push out
ribcage to jut out
thin arms
thin waist

i am tired of stretchmarks and sadness

sometimes i struggle

#sad #ana #mia #ed

Crystal Harmony Mar 2017

yellow is a happy color

yellow, fellow
some colors make me happy
bananas are yellow,
rich in potassium
yellow, fellow
maybe my second favorite, currently
#ffed67
#ffe345
#ffef39
#fff200
graceful like a duck
a taxi in a rainy urban area
the morning omelette
the sponge of my childhood, soaking up my happiness
the sun that grants me some radiance
cheese
            cheese
                        cheese
the corn of the country side, butter n' all

like highlighter on PSSA preps, third grade
"it all must be important"
daffodil, nostalgia
mac n' cheese
                        mac n' cheese
                                                mac n' cheese
banana peppers
                        yellow buttons
the school bus that takes me away
yellow duckie
          daisies
french fry
              juicy fruit
phone book
        raincoat
      yellow, my fellow

ok but is it dodie yellow?

just kidding but lately ive been enjoying and particularly favoring yellow
it brings a nostalgic happiness

#happy #art #nostalgia #color #yellow

Crystal Harmony Jan 2017

i have hair: a poem

i wonder if any of the same hair when we first got together is still on my head
it's a weird thought
maybe the very last centimeters
hair cuts
hair dye
remember when my ex cut my hair?
remember both times i cut my hair to my shoulders or above?
i wonder where the hair is that you first touched
several hair brushes
scattered on pillows and old sheets
washing machines
wherever i go my hair will leave
damage
breakage
fall out from stress
somewhere, right now is the old me
or breaking down in the soil

now i am so artificial

This is about how much I used to worry about my hair, and some days I have peculiar thoughts about what happened to the hairs that have fallen out and where they could be. Somewhere there are multicolored- brightly painted pieces of hair
or they have slowly decomposed
I used to dye my hair a lot and ocasionally I still do- but not like I used to.
The last line references how now I feel so fake.. I have changed so much. I used to be a care free person, I didn't care what people think. My hair has been almost every color possible. Nowadays I am always switching between blonde and brown, although it isn't me deep down, it puts me in the norm. I have been following the crowd and this poem talks about how I have come to realization about it through something so simple: hair.
In my mind that has also been something that means a lot to me and it would speak my personality through it's self. I'm always changing. I'm not who I was. I am fake as can be.

#sad #hair #deep #personality #peculiar

Crystal Harmony Jan 2017

when the sun goes down: a poem

let's nap until the sun goes down

let's cook freezer pizza whenever we happen to wake up

let's make three ingredient cookies and call ourselves healthy

let's build sundaes
scoop
           scoop
                      scoop
let's stay up late and watch horror flicks
baba
         dook
                  dook
                           dook
after that we can watch kevin hart until we can't breathe

you can crack my spine, break it for all i care
anything is pleasurable with your company

the last part references how obsessed my boyfriend is with making me get on the ground at weird times to crack my spine, he's very good at it

#love #life

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