i speak because i can

krystalle / 21 / chicago i write poetry sometimes isn't that neat main blog deviantART my chapbook "off the cuff"

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Pterotillomania: a prose poem

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weakness

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churches

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night terrors (9/20/13)

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fricking

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what the fuck is poetry

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aftershock

for my SoyBean

i can't believe i wrote this over 3 years ago and how much my style has changed and how much i still feel like this 

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operator

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note to self: you are worth more than the love people decide to give or withhold from you

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wow great stuff!!! follow for a follow, i'm new :)

Thanks so much :) new followers are always appreciated. And sure thing consider yourself followed

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wow i just hit over 100 followers on this blog thanks homies :')

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hi sorry, i just wanted to ask you how you post your poems on tumblr like the 'how to conduct a survey' one. i've tried taking screenshots but they become pixelated and it frustrates me. help?

i just take screenshots on my macbook i don't really know if i can help you if they come out pixilated like that i'm sorry :( i wish i was more tech savvy 

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how to conduct a survey 

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before i fall asleep i imagine what it would feel like to kiss you and it makes me want to rip my skin off i would rather die extravagantly  thinking about the idea of you than actually spend time with you

my family is always surprised when i tell them i'm not dating  i can't tell if their surprise is  authentic or ironic either way i end up laughing  and wanting to punch them

it's not like being lonely is difficult or anything it's much easier to relate to  a cup of coffee or a cigarette than it is to relate to an actual human being 

if another person asks me  what i'm doing with my life i might join a serial-killing cult that  specializes in brutally murdering invasive assholes

i'm thinking about my favorite celebrity and drinking coffee i'm waiting for you to walk through the door so i can tell you about my useless thoughts

telling them to you makes me  feel like they're not useless 

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is this what people do at coffee shops

the only feeling i can  relate to at the moment  is the desire to melt into the floor while listening to Tame Impala

i am so bored with myself that i want to light myself on fire to remind myself that i can still feel things

i'm watching the ice melt in my coffee is this what it feels like  when people start forgetting you do you just get absorbed into something else until you stop existing completely

someone get me a fucking beer so i can drink it and then bash  your head with it  i love you so much i want to hurt you not the lasting kind of hurt just the kind that leaves a mark for a second or two p.s. don't forget i was here p.p.s don't forget me p.p.p.s i love you p.p.p.p.s don't hurt me 

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guns don't kill people, people with guns kill people

i was thinking yesterday about the fact that no one handwrites anything anymore

i would cherish your chicken-scratch kisses ink stain bruises on the tips of our fingers that smear when our hands touch leaving messy trails for someone else to follow i wonder what you’re doing when you’re next to me my heart is busy driving around the country of your mouth i wonder how long it will take for someone to realize that i’ve never kissed you before

we can pretend to miss things that still exist

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traveling rules

make a heart for safe-keeping in overhead storage space there's no need for claiming baggage human feelings are a carry on  you can lose them at any point in time keep an eye on your shit turn off all electronics before throwing your life away hit an altitude of 10,000 feet  feel free to turn yourself off/on  at your leisure