Krystal Thomas : Writing

An Object Of Beauty

An Object Of Beauty

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


She was an object of beauty; An object of what the world deemed worthy of love. I never truly understood how the world could decide ..
You

You

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


I don’t think anyone knows anyone they way anyone knows anyone; And I don’t think anyone knows you. So many times I had to..
Greed

Greed

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


My thoughts are growing too deep, I’m starting to feel shallow on the surface. And my mind is tuned in with every wavelength i..
Dissociation

Dissociation

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


In a pop-up book, I am the pop-up. The color is in the pages, But I find myself being ripped from the fibers attached to my veins that ..
Religion

Religion

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


She gets her way, She gets so wasted; Her eyes are dazed, She hates herself, Naked. She fixates, On her plate. You fixate, On ..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


I will tell you, It’s too cold for you here; And you will breathe warmth into my frozen hands, And say you’ve never qui..
Addicted

Addicted

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


Insanity; To do the same thing over and over again expecting different results.But it's different this time right?I swear it's different this time, pl..
Drowning

Drowning

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


When you wake up and feel the water up to your ankles; Play a song that will release the plug and drain that water out. This will be..
Roots

Roots

A Poem by Krystal Thomas


It’s spring but my leaves still haven’t grown in yet. Maybe it’s the nature of my roots; Or maybe I just don&rsquo..