Poem - Autumn

I love autumn so I wrote a poem about it several years ago. However, I recently tweaked a bit and thought I would share.



Autumn 
by Krystina Grant

The evening air grows crisp
The days become short
An the nights longer

Green leaves on trees
Give way to brilliant shades of color
Reds, oranges and golden yellow
Falling down like gentle snow
To cover the ground

Apples and pumpkins are everywhere
A reminder the Holidays are coming
Ghostly goblins and turkeys
Signs of Halloween and Thanksgiving

But for me, I smell the cool air
Scented with cinnmon, apples and pumpkin pie spice
 welcome the change in season
I welcome the days of Autumn . . .

September 26, 2006

Dynamics of a Fight - Flash Non-Fiction

This is my recollection of this event. When faced with trauma the mind's memory makes it fuzzy, as self protection to go on with life, or it did for me.

Dynamics of a Fight

by  Krystina Grant

It had been a yelling match at first. The computer room was supposed to get turned into a nursery and the computer desk was supposed to be moved into their room. But help left and she was furious that it didn’t get done. Plus the argument continued on.

“I’m calling my mom!” she said and went to the phone in the computer room.

He tried to stop her and supposedly had pinched his finger. But suddenly he was hitting her back, her shoulders . . . She was too stunned at first, but it wasn’t long before she tried fighting back, but she was facing the computer. The memory was blurry on how, but she was able to get out of the room. However the fight continued. She was no challenge for someone that had been in the military and she struggled against him as much as she could.

Eventually he had her pinned to the floor, holding her still as she cried hysterically. Finally, he let her up. Barely remembering what she said.

“Hit me again and you will never see this baby. The court is not going to give visitation to someone that would hit a woman who is six months pregnant.”

She went to the bed, laid down and cried more. But he never touch her violently again.

Flash Fiction - Is Tonight the Night?

Is It the Night?
by Krystina Grant

Bryan was thrilled to be able to hold Marissa so close as they sat on her couch watching “Sherlock Holmes.” That was something he appreciated about her. He had been willing to sit through “Letters from Juliet,” because he knew it was one of her favorite movies. But she loved action movies more than chick flicks. 

She snuggled closer to him and tenderly she kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned his body so that he could kiss her in return, but on her lips. Surprisingly, the kiss grew in intensity and his fingers wove into her hair, pulling her gently closer to him. He loved the feel of her body against his. He had wanted her so badly and now he felt as if he could finally make her completely his. His hand started roaming down her side and touching her breast.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

“I want you too . . .”

“Then let’s go to your bedroom,” he replied.

“We can’t,” she said softly.

“Why not?” he said with surprise. “Are you afraid?”

“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I started today.”

He groaned.

(Flash fiction is a short story of 300 words or less. It also has to have some kind of twist to it)

Poem - Blessed Life

Blessed Life
by Krystina Grant

September 15, 2013

I wake up and smile,
Like I have never smiled before

Every day brings something new . . .
Something to love, learn or appreciate . . .
My life once so dark for so long
Has exploded with light!

Never did I imagine my world
Would be so bright

So blessed am I for every moment
For every day I live . . .
I feel as if I am a rose
Blooming in the sun
After a long, cold winter

The frost is gone
The pain has ebbed away

What’s left
Is a beautiful life

Poem - Bipolarity

This was written from the experience of  my mood swings since I am Bipolar II. I wrote this a long time ago before my meds were working as well as they do now.


Bipolarity
by Krystina Grant
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Up and Down
Up and Down
Around Around Around

Up and Down
Up and Down
Spiraling to the ground . . .

One moment up
Flying high in the sky

The next crashing down
Hitting the ground to cry . . .

Happy
Sad
Angry tears
Laughs, Cries, Shouts
On and on it goes

Up and Down
Up and Down
Around Around Around . . .

October 28, 2008

Poem - Childhood Dreams

Childhood Dreams

by Krystina Grant _______________


Golden light dampened
By the actions of others

Childhood dreams
Of perfect parties

Dashed . . .

By two selfish girls

But light prevailed
Dreams achieved
The party saved!

The Golden light returned

Even those who chose to bring darkness
Cannot snuff out
The endless enthusiasm that is

Childhood dreams!


November 17, 2008

The Day That Changed America - Poem

The Day That Changed America
by Krystina Grant
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I remember this day
So long ago

Planes
The Twin Towers
Fire
Death

But what was meant to break us apart
Only strengthened us
Our flags flew everywhere the very next day!
Reminding us that we were a country
Meant to stand together
And we did . . .

9/11 our Patriots Day
Will never be forgotten

September 11, 2013