Poetry On Line

Slowly,
Very slowly,
The doorknob turns.

Surreptitiously,
The door opens in the stillness of the night.

A hand slowly glides under the sheets,
Ever aware of the possibility of a sudden awakening,
Thus enhancing the thrill that is obtained.

After the initial triumph of contact,
The hand moves underneath the nightshirt.

The sleeping body unconscious to it all.

After the exhilaration of stolen lust upon a
Vulnerable,
Trusting,
Denying body,
He returns to his lair.

Barely thinking of the unconscious body
That he has just violated,
Serving as a vehicle to satisfy
Whatever needs it is that drives a man to do such a thing.

Contented,
He doesn’t give it a second thought.

He thinks not,
And cares not,
Of the damage he has caused.

By Krystal Love

Crouched,
Behind the steering wheel of his car,
He waits
Until the last resident departs.

He makes his nefarious decent,
Which links him to the realms of the underworld.

A place where
Right and wrong
Become confused.

A place where
Anything goes.

He fumbles through the papers and books.
He turns the computer on.
He searches each document for definitive proof,
That he is paramount in his victim’s mind.

He is the man
Who resides in the depths of our being.

He is the man
Who knows our deepest thoughts and moments of despair.

He is our stalker,
He is our lurcher,
He is the underside of our souls.

By Krystal Love

Sitting here.
Here.
But yet at the same time, not here.
Watching all that goes on.

So many personalities make up the office.

The funniest ones of all,
However,
Are the ones in
Their suits,
Manicures,
And coifs,

Wishing to make their mark in the meaningless world of the office.

Some will make it,
Some won’t.
Some will leave in exasperation,
Some will throw their hands up in despair.

There is one thing certain,
However,
which is,
We will all experience the journey,
Which is,
The most important experience of all.

The ones true to themselves,
However,
will transcend the here and now,
And just watch.
Watch.

With a hint of amusement.

By Krystal Love

As I step outside my front door onto the world at large,
A flood of nausea fills me with dread of precisely what I might find.
Living and working in the inner city, it is quite difficult to find
even a small secluded outdoor space,
which is not contaminated with litter of some kind.

Rather than face becoming physically ill,at the sight of all the filth.
I prefer to spend my time safe in the confines of my small home,
Which I try to keep clean.

The fact that I am confined to my home saddens me greatly.
Not so much for myself, but for an Earth that is being polluted,
Poisoned, and ultimately killed day by day.

I cannot understand why people are not physically sickened
By the sight of used chewing gum, rotting food, paper, plastic bottles,
And excrement on the streets in which they must walk.

If all that wasn’t bad enough,
I have even seen litter in hospitals,
Places where hygiene is ostensibly a priority.

It saddens me, really, that mankind has no reservations whatsoever
About living in filth and pollution.
It makes me see just how unaware man really is.

For,
An aware person could never
Knowingly pollute the world in which he lives.
Killing it a little each and every day.
Maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe for the most part,
Man is unaware.

By Krystal Love

I really would like to share a kiss with you
But
It would probably be best if I let the desire pass

Because
If I shared a kiss with you
Then
I would want to make love with you,

If I made love with you
Then
I would want a night of passion with you,

If I had a night of passion with you
Then
I would want a weekend away with you,

If I had a weekend away with you
Then
I would want a holiday with you,

If I had a holiday with you
Then
I would want to spend my life with you,

And,
If I spent my life with you
Then
I would want you for eternity.

So you see,
It is probably for the best
therefore,
if I just let the desire for an intimate moment pass,
Repressing my wish for a simple kiss

Because,
Although you may not mind sharing a kiss with me,
I doubt you would want to share eternity with me.

But know this,
If we could be together for eternity,
I would wait for you eternally.

By Krystal Love

I cannot say to trust me
Because
As a human
I have betrayed others’ trust.

I cannot say I will never hurt you
Because
I am human
And have hurt others.

I cannot say I will never let you down
Because
As I am human
I am prone to letting others down.

I cannot say I will stay faithful
Because
As an animal
I am not genetically designed for fidelity.

I cannot say I will never leave you
Because
As a traveller
I never stay in any one place for long.

I cannot say I will always love you
Because
Love,
Like hate,
Is a fleeting sentiment
That wanes with the passage of time.

I cannot say
I am something I’m not
Because
That would be dishonest.

I cannot make promises
I can never keep
Because
That would be irresponsible of me.

What I can say
Is
I am an imperfect
travelling
human
animal
And therefore prone to lapses.

Ergo
I can offer you nothing more
Than my very fallible,
Unfaithful,
Sometimes egocentric,
Human self.

That’s all I have to say.

By Krystal Love

Why did you seek me out and be kind to me,
Just when my anger had progressed to unbridled dislike?

Why are you looking so great,
When it only reminds me of the intense yearning
I still have for you?

Why couldn’t you do the decent thing and stay away,
So I would never have to realise the
The love I had for you had only been repressed,
and had never really faded away.

Why didn’t you realise before the start,
That coming back into my life would only cause me to recall with clarity
That you had previously broken my heart.

By Krystal Love

Being a predator,
You stalked and overwhelmed,
Completely subjugating,
When I met you

Although I was not looking for love,
You filled my emptiness.
As you forced your will on me,
I began to love you.

My days had been lain idly bare,
But by ensnaring me,
Coercing me into willing servitude,
You gave me a reason to care.

Then without warning,
Just as quickly as you entered my consciousness,
You departed from my world.

Now you’re just a shattered memory,
A secret you hold dear.
Your slave has lost her master,
The banality of her life restored.

Please just tell me please,
Now that you’ve gone away,
Just what am I to do?

Please I implore you please,
Tell me how to mend
What is left of this shattered shell?

How am I to resolve this
Unrequited grief so poignantly
Pervading my entire being?

Tell me why I don’t despise you
After all the harm you inflicted,
All the lies you told,
The void you left behind.

Please tell me why I still love you,
Even after you deceived me,
Betrayed me,
Humiliated me,
And abandoned my soul?

By Krystal Love