"crystalize" poems
****** into my sofa,
The infinite space of it.
The faces of my friends are melting off,
Like heated wax running down a candle stick.
I loaded the universe into a gun,
And I shot myself in the head.
I can not tell if I am breathing.
Am I alive or am I dead?
I’m strapped to the outside of a rocket ship with nothing in the way.
I’m taking off, and I just keep going. Reaching a height higher than heaven.
There’s nothing to orient myself. No time. No space. No self. Nothing but darkness stretching out all around me.
A roar of a million voices are screaming over each other, they’re resonating in my head.
I’ve come into orbit. Everything is beginning to crystalize.
Surrounding me are complex geometrical patterns of love and understanding.
Gibberish wall textures are whispering messages through their feelings.
This is all too much to take in,
It is like the universe orgasmed into my eye.
I just want to go home,
I think I am going to die.
A sense of calm echoes through me,
Probably brought upon by the faces of my long lost family.
They have so much dimension to them,
So beautiful, light and shimmering.
Looking like something out of religious doctrine,
They came out from the open.
Released me into my primal light laser body,
Everybody has been laughing at the joke never spoke.
And now that I get it,
It is infinitely funny.
It is like the sand man blew his sand,
Taking me on a train to dream land.
They are showing me everything,
I can not even begin to understand.
How am I supposed to understand infinity,
When I can barely understand a single moment.
I see God in a head of lettuce.
I feel the earth's rotation,
As I spin around the sun.
God handed me the universe loaded into a revolver,
And fired me into a flashing rainbow shower.
Friday's smoke opera has rendered me dumb.
Bathing in a melting rainbow,
The cosmos is dripping down my skin.
Infinity is stretching out,
And withdrawing within.
I become the colour,
And the colour becomes me.
I am in everything,
And everything is in me.
Coming out of the woodsmen's cloud,
I hear a child screaming out.
I didn't know what it was then,
But now I know what it is about.
The trees are no longer silhouettes,
My destination is not my goal.
I am in the middle,
Wherever I go.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Darling it's cold outside.
Stay out and your rotten heart
Will wither away to nothing,
As your sunken eyes crystalize and
Become the devil's special something.
Darling it's chilly.
Don't be silly, take your tender soul and
Store it in the hole of a
Place you claim to care for your loved ones with.
Darling it's freezing.
Take my coat, rip out your throat.
I dare you, speak to me again so
Unappeasing.
Darling, aren't you cold?
Your wings are as fragile as your
Long-lost smile.
Keep them hidden, never tell a
Soul.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
The chandelier still hangs high
above the wooden ballroom floor;
Its rusting branches,
even though they're made of gold,
wrap around the orange coils
which lie dead amidst the night.
The clock strikes midnight,
yet no bells are to be heard;
The carpet leading up the staircase
to the podium in the room.
Crimson, velvet, and scarlet
covered with a thin layer of dust;
even if unused, it's seen an eternity of lives.
The broken windows lend themselves
to silver strings of moonlight,
which slither through them;
venomous beasts waiting to strike.
Falling in straight rays,
the delta of light's rivers
crystalize the concrete walls,
with a tapestry of the finest silk,
intertwined with threads of
fake gold.
The stillness grows thick,
Fog of dawn refuses to leave,
lingering to see the spectacle unfold.
A figure at the top of the staircase,
the spotlight of moonshine
leaking through the dome atop the room,
caresses its curves, swims into crevasses
highlights the bold edges,
paints the skin silver, the gown royal red.
In one hand, bare, slim, and pale white,
fingers tighten slightly into a fist.
In the other, a shard of broken glass
one arm held up to the sky,
to the heavens, reaching out to God
Yet God had stopped listening millennia ago.
The other hand, stretched out slowly making its way down
Driving the glass through the layers of skin
slowly, rhythmically, decisively.
A slow, small stream of red
slithers down the arm,
grows larger with every inch it moves;
and the stream never stops.
The stream grows to a river,
The river to a sea,
reaching the elbow below,
now spewing red liquid
faster and faster onto the marble floor.
Another hand to the sky,
now this one bare in all its beauty.
Another blade driven through the artery,
Another stream flows down the forearm.
The figure in silence drops the shard
folds its hands in front,
and stands facing out
to the world it will depart.
The floor now a lake;
the thick liquid doesn't stop,
The figure caresses its chin,
Slips the gown down to its hips
Bathing in the moonlight one last time
Before it closes its eyes
Stares into the red Ballroom
Now red of its own accord.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
*They fill the air in sweet soft scents,
When their delicate petals unfold,
Slowly waving in the dulcet breeze,
In vibrant shades of yellows, pinks, and blues,
And stand tall, between an arched rainbow.
After a bashful touch of rain showers,
Forming into crystalize droplets,
Dripping upon the blossoms fragile leaves,
On a stimulating summer day,
As the golden rays offset.
Instilling a charming glow,
Adding a radiant ambiance, to a welcoming atmosphere,
As I listen to the precious birds chirping,
Into a melodious tune,
On this comforting, and inspirational time of year.*
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
finite rapture
well defined. organized
organelles squirming. spurning
unnecessary imposition. repitition
severing me further.
it's still a bright fixture on the horizon
viewed at the far end of winding tunnel of mirrors.
captured in a jar. admired ideas
appreciated from afar.
trembling extended hand retracted.
strong stiches binding. scabs still crusty.
musty attics, shuffling feet.
melting.
swelltering in the possibility
of a potential interpreted properly.
I work better as an idea
than a human.
compose the tune and I'll be the words.
transpose your soul, I'll be the vibrations.
speak between the lines. I will be blinded.
Beyond thought.
we are aware that we're unaware.
Crystalize. Mezmerize.
It could be so simple.
To notice the cheeks, but not the dimples.
Four perfect points of light linger in the shadows
two by two
Ideals. a concrete truth.
Glaciers slowly crack foundations.
Pounding. Pouding.
Resounding. Cannot be ignored
before I am the boomerang
that cracks you on the head.
Blood pooling at the base of my skull
control watered down.
Concrete giving into stress
and a flower has room to bloom/
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Stardust.
Pianoing through time,
dusting over your fingertips,
leaving small papertrails
"Crystalize the truth for me."
And so,
stardust will.
Oh mystical stardust,
why do you come at random?
The twinkle in your eye,
dancing through your dreams,
resting on the back of the moon,
Welcome, stardust.
Welcome to this world of love and doom.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
Follow the beat through.
When i learnt tennis , my point to work on was follow through ,
now
i see ..... played out in my life.
The wonderment of a follow through.
Oh what pleasure , to meet the kindred gatekeepers, with raspberry chocolate on a dream beach , with mirage water..... way out , shifting lake light blue to deep oceanic aqua.
Sand made out crystal , old glaciers roamed here , leaving in their wake ice pathway earth carvings that are now lakes.
The shield is up north , pure crystal. Unlike Bali beaches , with miniature coral atoms in the sand mix.
We sit and laugh , a hollyhawk , Rainbow deer , Earth tree mountain lion and I a Sky Albatross , humming the sound of ancient code into Dr Who time dreams.
Where we flow and merger - align each other - heal , give , beckon to ourselves to come forth , higher self crystalize!!
We all touch differently,
arriving at situations step ,
dance -reaction to the current atmosphere, we've all jumped. We've all landed. We've all felt
the other side of being human.
Careful not to time travel too much , then we get stuck in the loop of always moving to nowhere.... Land AHOY!
We , i can feel , are all in the throws of a well navigated land - the Hawk's message from 2 and a half weeks ago -
Received.
The corners are no longer so sharp , the waves no longer as fearful , we fellow beings stand at the entrances end showing the way through to eternity.
Transitions still in progress, nearing completion. 22nd of April - a date to watch. 1 year traveling. Time to reap those seeds!
Yippiee!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Let my words crystalize before your eyes as you memorize these lines.
Visualize my voice clearly as it recites.
Repeating in your mind.
Realize i am with you, by your side as you watch this Sunrise.
Angel, be kind, grow wise.
Always see the smile behind the fright,
The kiss behind the bite,
And the light beyond the night,
May you clearly see trust behind the lies, And truth between the lines.
Ignite a candle and let its light become your guide .
Let the glow brighten your path as the fog clears from your sight.
If it hurts, let my memory dry your tears and my strength become your might.
Darling, never be afraid, let your dreams take flight.
Release your hopes, your disires into the sky.
Your wings will carry you as you fly.
So sing this lullabye softly, as you close your angel eyes.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
A child’s daydreams;
They come, then, go,
They crystalize,
Then melt, like snow.
The young child plays;
She knows no troubles,
Her daydreams drift,
Like clouds of bubbles.
Her life, so simple now,
No stress, no strife,
May this remain so,
The whole of her life.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
tingling. my fingers warn me
that anxiety is nibbling
that my heart is transforming
it beats then tweets
a bird locked in a rib cage
That is rapidly shrinking
feathers fall as wings beat fast
a cage that grips the bird at last
I gasp for air and feel the choke
my hands cover my mouth
I know that I will faint if i
let air in again
faster
faster
faster
until I feel the bird passing
my rib cage loosens grip
my hearbeat take
a sweet doves place
a little sad
and more worn then before
and I am forced to take this
Scared, torn and beaten *****
as a token that says life
can just be living sometimes
I look inside a mirror and see
frigid ice crystalize around an iris
Reflecting this coldness
chilling my spine and reminding me of loneliness
even when its taciturn pools
of tears sent ripples
laughter fled and long missed giggles
my eyes see winter
where they once saw
wildfire dancing
and doves sing songs
I look into the my hands
each fold of skin hiding secrets
every etched out finger print
like a deciphered map
trying to take me to a place I haven’t been yet
perhaps 3D puzzle
that fingers haven’t fit yet
every short torn nail
every cuticle
looking for a space to fill
is as sad as the heart and eyes before them
I beat. I look. I feel
its all so hard right now
to be a living declaration
given word to life’s just living
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
The one flown too close to the sun
I watch the water on my wings crystalize
In the cold I am alone
Between the sea spray and the sun I am alone
Watching the suns ray's dance among the rainclouds
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
It was hungry
Starving, catatonic grin plastered on its
Countenance
Growling
Crimson lips curling back
Dripping with
Broken promisesand
Pictures flashing
Buried under years of regrets
And your lies
Random letters pieced together
Forming words
Arrangingandrearranging into
Sentences
Connected
Piece by piece
Threaded through
Forming a story
Of what once used to be
Familiar
Now strange
So you cover up
Again
And again
With another tale
Your story of the situation
Erase what happened
Replace with another lie
And another
Memories flashing in reverse
Unearthed trying to surface like
Your bones protruding through an ashen membrane
Too thin
Like a rubber band
Waiting to snap
A memory pushing
Penetrating
A soul breaking free
Breaking the metal of
stone cold cage
Scattering fragments in the air
Dispersing your negativity
And your eyes crystalize
Harden into the ice daggers of an eye
Draining all the light
Of your conscience
Gouging bullet holes through your flesh
Leaving behind scars
Staining what was once white
Red
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I’m sick of it,
The blasted hordes like dried-out gourds
Screaming, cawing for more water.
Feed the flesh, delight the eyes
Give us our shining fantasy. With flippancy
Strip down past all the layers of
My skill my voice my person,
And then take me, break me, make me
Into someone I am not.
Into something that is not.
Pull the paints out.
Imperfections had their day
Yesterday.
Today we’re going all the way.
Make or break you,
Take and shape you:
Tonight you’ll be the idol of the world.
Set the lights, hold your poise.
There’s a goddess on the stage tonight.
Not a person. Not a voice.
It’s the *** doll’s dance tonight.
But we’ll call it art.
I’m sick of it,
The cursed curve,
Numbers up, so clothes come down; and to think I started out
So innocent.
But the eye of the tiger is broken,
The clearness of crystal is crushed -
and those shards just make the perfect dress!
Crystalize, sterilize,
Put me on a different plane.
Separate, distillate,
Don’t let them see your pain.
“If you have to show you’re broken,
It’s gotta be so you can gain.”
Strip away. Everything.
Don’t show them who you really are.
We need an image for the covers
Not a person. Not a windowpane
Into your soul.
So break free, defying,
Undying.
You’re like a god.
No more trying. True flying
Means no more rules for me.
Don’t let them try to
Defy you:
You are now allowed to breathe free.
But only if you push the line. Flaunt your paints and shine your sparkles, leave behind your decency. You stand before a watching globe It is your job to entertain. So really, you are not your own.
The masses are the masters, though they pay.
So no, there’s no way out for you. There’s only forward
Which is downward. And no chance
To just be you. Because
Your freedom isn’t free.
They just can’t take a faulty human. It would be a let-down,
A break-down.
So let us shove you in a box.
Tell you how you have to be.
If you’re gonna keep your money
And your parody of free.
Then take the stage
Play the part.
There’s no more music
No more art.
Just a mad house, a cat house
Diced up platters serving meat.
Kiss my chains, take my gains,
For all my pains
I still ain’t free.
But still. We’ll call it art.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Synthetic eyes crystalize an unforseeable magic
A deceptively sound mind warps and unbelievable logic
A body willingly disables as victim to an unchained spirit mystic
Hereby deemed 'society's most unfit,' this one is undeservingly crowned 'the lunatic'
Whether it's the brain that's fried or the mind that's been set free
A different viewpoint of the world is someone's whole reality
We all work in mysterious ways nobody else can see
No mind is any less, more incorrect, than that of society
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
The smoke has yet to lift.
Giving the horizon a eerie feel.
The whistle of death has long since passed.
Even the thunder that lashed out so hungrily.
Has been subdued with the souls scoured.
Numerous holes are sporadically placed among the rubble.
Some are filled.
Like the contents of a blender set to mince.
I peer into the stagnant pool that collected in the smoldering depths.
Not even the earth seemed to want them.
The urge to dive in overtakes my senses.
And the remnant cries are getting stronger.
With every breathe does my mind crystalize.
Frozen in the moments that distort this rigid oasis of despair.
The need to return beckons.
Yet integration is nearly complete.
These arms have become strangers.
Just like the rest of this surrogate being.
The storm is coming.
But I remain.
Watching.
As the familiar figure takes its leave.
Grinning with every step.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Greatest smile that a person could have
Simply,spontaneous,splendid,shine
One pleasure is a mile stone
Only to see those bright
crystalize eyes that
twinkle like a
diamond
jewel
stone
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Please know,
your just like me.
Collecting addictions.
I'll come find you
next lifetime.
We'll be perfect.
Lovers until we meet.
We can mourn our way back home,
to watch our years burn,
before we swallow the ashes.
Don't let me crystalize on the way out.
Fossils are so easy to deny.
Don't let me slow down,
drag the miles out of me.
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 7:36 AM UTC
My skin is soft and my mind unexperienced.
Like cotton right off the stem.
And when animosity hits it, I tend to be unprepared for such topics.
My body goes through constant cycles of supposed purification
Like the separation of the cotton from its seed and the bleaching of its fruit.
So when I realize my impurity, I tend to reject myself. For I feel that others would anyways.
My blood runs through my organs, and is altered in my heart
Like cotton being twisted to threads.
I crystalize like cane sugar as it drips off its heat made daggers, and I crush to dust under the weight of every decision that I make.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Poured honey over me
like anointing oil
maybe I'll crystalize
and wake up in a new age
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
A therapy in lows
A canopy when sun glows
A resonant vibe
The perfect tribe
The cream to the cake
A dream to keep one awake
A cage locked from inside
The best page to scribe
Too dreamy to realise
Too flowy to crystalize
Some people are treasure
A measure of pleasure
The assurance of reassurance
Life long insurance...
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 4:59 AM UTC
To crystalize butterfly mid flight.
Donning brief shades of sight.
Walk nor way for watching strays.
Toss a coin, it clatters it flays.
Twirling echoing mysticism.
Draw deep rhasping rhythm.
Finding minds which boggle.
Exhaling words gods muddle.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
when it lights up, and it isn't you...
and it's not. and it won't be.
I strain through the cloudy ether-
struggling to translate those fragmented strands,
crystalize them into some sense
but the swirls, and the void-
it's impossible to detangle
I see the shining pillar through the mist
but the fog around it-
is that your doubt, or is that the ultimate truth?
why did...?
maybe it's time I stopped...
tilting at windmills.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
i told myself i wouldn't think
so that led to dreams instead
strip away rationality, succumb
to true desire mentally and then
maybe, somehow, manage to be
happily abstaining from asking
any questions pertaining to the
things your heart knows are out of place
i felt my arms around your waist
& your cheek slightly graze my neck
i felt it
i don't know how you feel
the unrecognized pathway,
potential energy set to explode in sure
romance, was cut down in its war stance
it never had a chance
but the spirit of it lives on and
it is a very haunting thing
to see those wants and needs
crystalize in dreams
i told myself i wouldn't think
i've done too much, i confess
& i convinced myself i didn't love
which now has led me to obsess
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
I need sleep
Yet Sleep doesn't need me
I can know it through her
pair of crystalline eyes
Isn't that funny?
Sleep doesn't sleep
Thus I can gaze into her
Sparkling crystalline eyes
And stay up
All night
End up
My eyes crystalize
Then sparke
All night
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 5:03 AM UTC
“A veil!” someone shouted. I remember the cry. Agreement surged from gasping elders and wide-eyed youths alike. The first man to move snatched a scarf from his startled daughter and threw it at me to wrap over your head. He couldn’t imagine touching you himself.
We needed that veil for the shining face of yours. Radiation, of course, must be contained. We couldn't have anyone blinded or infected. The double fold of linen stuck to your forehead at first, your sweat thick like dew the cold morning after a thunderstorm. Wrinkles whiskered in is fibers as your face strained into expressions few mortals have had cause to make.
That mountain was saturated in every form of electromagnetic radiation and energies unknown. It bludgeons the heart. Melts the eyes. The people could not bear the sight of anyone who had come so close to such a power. I think their hearts needed a good bludgeoning.
The wind streaked your hair for a micro-eternity. It retained the swept-up form for nearly an hour, though no one could tell once you put on the veil. Have you touched it to see if it is still cold?
Your fingers—what was on them? Smoke, or earth? Melted stone? Incinerated atmosphere? Pure carbon, black as the abyss and under nearly enough pressure to crystalize into diamonds rarer than hope? When you grabbed my arm with those fingers, I nearly screamed. You left black marks everywhere.
What does the veil cover now? It's edges are no longer like the cracks beneath Heaven's doors. What is it you wish to hide? Isn’t it time for this mask to be cleft by a seraph's sword?
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC