Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."

The taste of your mouth.
The bittersweetness hurts me
To the point of agony.

I know you've been through some crazy things.
Your life is too ****** up it seems.
Outside you don't show any sadness or pain,
But when I look in your eyes it's not the same.
I want to be there for you through thick & thin.
To make sure you don't keep getting hurt again.
You aren't the only one with a ****** up life,
But you keep your cool & don't go for a knife.
I will be here forever until the end of time.
And, against you I will never commit any crime.
I've got a love & understanding burning deep inside for you.
And that love & understanding will always stay pure & true.
So unknowingly accept the love that I give.
Because you will be loved as long as I live.


Crystal Rose.
   9/10/01
   11:48pm

*Copyright

I've gone down because I'm so jaded.
why the **** must I be so faded??
You look in my eyes & see nothing but fear.
So why not listen as I shed a tear??
Because of you I am who I am,
I say what I want & do what I can.
This world really is a ****** up place.
You can't walk on without seeing a sad face.
All we need is one more war.
Makes me wish the president was Gore.
We can't go one second without talking ****.
It's always something or someone, who got hit??
I wish I could express how I feel.
I just want this nightmare to not be real.


Crystal Rose.
10/6/10


*Copyright

The clouds take their form
Against a comfortable sky
The calm without the storm
As the breath of Heaven blows by
A gentle wind caresses my skin
With a soft, slow breeze
Embracing the peace,
From without and within,
My soul is now at ease

In this world, at least I am whole and holy.
I know for a **** splintering fact that I am not important to the human race.
I am no disgrace, not a waste.
Just a face.

I seem pointless,
but by God I'll be ****** if my **** body was spineless:
I'm strong.

I face the people that I know don't want me,
I face the sobbing tear-streamed gazes
and see myself in their eyes,
looking long and lean and thin,
two sunken purple rims
and lips cracked,
showed the face of my sins.

I am a woman born free and falling deeper into the world she holds as her own.
These mazes of time splinter spokes and pierce the thick air.
We move as the molecules of water,
but no one seems to stop to bother seeing if the Now is alright
instead of waiting for tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow night.

Maybe breathe, and see?

That there is beauty within me.

I hold the hands of  different lands,
but does that make me different from any other man?
Or woman, because I am both:
The sun and the moon are held within me.
Each *****.

I feel the scorching red and orange delight of day
while trying to keep night at bay.

But when the moon glides over crystal, violet sky,
there is no reason to hide.

Feel a howl rumble deep within and
smile a grumbling smile,
dark and biting the wolf chomps chatter,
cackling with master planned disaster.

And this I hold deep within my soul,
clenching tight a harbored goal to have a human
be a human
as once they were
just another **** species among many on Earth.

My mind is tangled threads
my words are knots that choke your working fingers
I can't hear my thoughts
as you expand yourself from speakers
little box in your throat
reminds me of the time I had mono
swollen throat glands and the boy I was
with wore so much blue
it made me sea-sick

and it's all just a tape recorder rewind
I have heard this all before
before I ever heard this
life was flush with wonder
lush
thunderous
and I did not have to coo
or plead
for silence.