Crystal

If you need her, you have have to ask for Crystal

       Crystal,

my favorite mistress.

She's the princess

    of excesses.

Her instant caresses,

  my insecurities

    put to rest.

One slip of her dress...

heartbeat pounding

    in my chest

like rhythmic drumbeats

   of confidence,

  but she cheats

  it's all pretense

   for what am I

without her presence.

Just another that she meets,

makes bow down at her feet

mocking my existence.

 

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

A universal undertone in this poem. I see either a prostitute or maybe a drug. Either way, she makes you feel good for a short time, but the thought sours because she makes so many others happy in the same way.

Nice flow and mystery in this piece. I am interested to know the history behind this poem. : )

[Kris Tate]

This brings to mind Crystal Meth, I don't know if that is what you were trying to show, but let me tell you from a recovering addict this poem touched me, It is like you put what I feel into words. This is an awesome poem for the many layers of meaning it could have, does have and the emotions it evokes in each reader. The flow is really good, not forced. All in all a great job, keep it up hon.

[Erin Phoenix]

how weird... I was thinking of my sister that passed away right when your page popped up... Her name is Crystal...


Creepy... yet a little funny.


oh yea,

Great poem.

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

Hmmm, Crystal meth, methinks...
Excellant write. Narcotic Lust of opiate dreams, wherein cannabis cries are silent.
Superb artistry of words.
Keep up this superb writing you do.
Bravo

[Michael W. Farrelly]

' for what am I, without her presence, Just another that she meets, makes bow down at her feet, mocking my existence', I fing love this last few lines. Up till then it runs like some of Saul Williams' early stuff, man. It seems a bit more flowing and free then your previous posts. Thank you, man. I really like this one.

[April Child]

but she cheats
it's all pretense
for what am I
without her presence
Just another that she meets,
makes bow down at her feet
mocking my existence

Crystal could be a woman but I think she's a drug. This sounds like the stuff of addiction which I guess could equally be a woman. Either way its a good metaphor :)