A few months ago I was texting an employee of mine to see what kind of day I would be walking into. He told me all the things going wrong, and I intended to reply with “It’s going to be a double coffee day.” My phone decided to say “It’s a douchebag coffee day” We…… Continue reading [CAFFIENE] Douchebag Coffee
My lipstick is worn for something special. I wear it for the mark it will leave on my morning’s first hello; how it captures my last kiss red-pink-nude before I head out the door. I wear it for the smile that reflects from the company at my desk and the afternoon peck of a subtle…… Continue reading [WRITING] Lipstick
If there is one thing Austin is (besides weird), it is loving of all things food and drink. Before we bought a house, one of Ben and I’s favorite things to was look up a new restaurant we had never been to and try it out. Sometimes we just drive around until a name catches our…… Continue reading [FOOD] Fun (and not-so-fun) Places to Eat in Austin
We are born with visions White horses, handsome knights Charming princes, romance at night When you kiss nature sings The maiden wakes The shoe fits Perfection This happily ever after I prefer the truth Scraped knees, scars and stories The struggle, the chase, the high When we kiss it’s for pleasure Or anger Or lust…… Continue reading [WRITING] Our Fairytale
Do you ever have one of those days (or weeks) where it feels like everything is garbage and you might as well just light it all on fire and start over again? That has been me this entire week, and I have been trying to clean my slate but my heart is in too many…… Continue reading [LIFE] It’s Time to Be Real
I wrote a poem today. Let me say that once again: I (as in me, Crystal) wrote (technically typed) a poem today (as in the last 20 minutes). I have not written a poem since my student teaching poetry assignment back in 2011, and that was the first time since high school circa 2002 -…… Continue reading [WRITING] It’s that Time… Again.
When someone you love walks away It is not your heart you feel tearing from your chest– that would be relief. You would be dead. It is the feeling of the parts of you they took, and the ways you must now adapt. Your fear of what is next, and the fact you cannot go…… Continue reading [WRITING] Your Heart Remains