Crysa
"The poet is like this monarch of the clouds
riding the storm above the marksman's range;
exiled on the ground, hooted and jeered,
he cannot walk because of his great wings."-from The Albatross-C.B.
"If you can't be as good or better [than someone], it's not the other persons fault."-Betty Davis
The great thing about poetry, is that it's vagueness leaves room for interpretation. I used to not care about grammar or punctuation (when I was 16 and angst-ridden) but now, I've finally realized how important it can be. So, if you see a spelling mistake, or if something just doesn't make sense, don't be afraid to let me know. I'd really appreciate it, sometimes spell check and a quick read through don't catch everything. Happy writing!
Crysa's Works
Poetry | 2006-11-19 | Despised |
Poetry | 2006-09-23 | History |
Poetry | 2006-09-23 | Faith in Poetry |
Lyrics | 2005-12-06 | I'm Just Talking 'bout the Weather. |
Poetry | 2005-10-17 | October |
Poetry (Fantasy) | 2005-10-17 | Enthralled |
Lyrics | 2005-10-16 | All I'll Ever Need |
Poetry (Reflective) | 2005-10-14 | Transfusion |
Poetry | 2005-10-06 | American Dream |
Lyrics | 2005-10-05 | End of the Rainbow |
Lyrics | 2005-10-01 | Time |
Poetry | 2005-10-01 | Broken |
Poetry | 2005-09-21 | I Caught You |
Poetry | 2005-09-20 | That Blood Stained Blade |
Poetry | 2005-09-19 | Life of a Poem |
Poetry | 2005-09-18 | Bittersweet |
Poetry | 2005-09-18 | The Ties that Bind |
Poetry | 2005-09-18 | The Burning |
Poetry | 2005-09-18 | Dire |
Poetry | 2005-09-18 | Mixed Messages |