Chrystal Daniels

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Waycross, Georgia but I was born in Ft. Myers, Florida

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What I want you to know about me...

I write poems as a release for my emotions, which can be quite disturbing sometimes. I have never had it in me to just decide to write a poem and have it come out worth anything. That is why I have never done that. My poems are ones from a whim, I feel it, I write it. This is why some years have more poetry than other years.

I have writen some poems about suicide. Yet, I have never once seriously considered it.

Also, when my poems come from a song, I tend to let you know as much, band name and song title, like you can see that I have done at the end of my in quotes section.

About My Navel

We all end up with a naval from birth and it get smelly when you dont clean it. If you dont have a navel, you might be like E.T..
E.T. go home. LMAO

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You can contact me on Facebook too, Chrys Daniels.

Favorite Stuff (poets, poems, quotes, hobbies, etc.)

You think I give myself to you?
...Not so, my friend, you do not see
My single purpose and intent---
...To make you give myself to me.
.....Giving by Nora B. Cunningham

...Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbear
...That soft enchanting voice to hear:
Not looks of basilisks give surer death,
Nor Syrens sing with more destructive breath.

...Fly, if thy freedom thou'dst maintain,
...Alas! I feel th'advice is vain!
A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,
Is too far lost to have the power to fly.
.....The Vain Advice by Catherine Cockburn (1679-1749)

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart,
...For those may fail or turn to ill,
...So thou and I shall sever.
Keep therefore a true woman's eye
And love me still but know not why:
...So hast thou the same reason still
...To dote upon me ever.
...Love not me by Anonymous

'Why do I love' You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer---Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows---and
Do not You---
And We know not---
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so---
The Lightning---never asked an Eye
Wherefore it struck---when He was by
Because He knows it cannot speak---
And reasons not contained---
---Of Talk---
There be preferred by Daintier Folk---
The Sunrise---Sire---compelleth Me---
Because He's Sunrise---and I see---
I love Thee---
.....Why Do I Love You, Sir?
by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong. - Bertrand Russell

You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.


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