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About Crystal Poor

I am a crafty and creative woman who is interested in poetry, art, long walks on beaches, and poking dead things on beaches with a stick. I have in recent years graduated from The Evergreen State College, got married, and am leading a fairly productive life outside in the world I love. It isn't always rainbows and butterflies but it's a good life, and I will keep creating things for as long as I live.

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A listless expression hangs upon my face,
I feel nothing, my fingers dance in
the void. Why am I this way?
am I not real, is that the rhyme
and reason for why I feel
so cut and dry?
am I trying to hide something
from myself?

War zone

There is no escape from this mess of decay and fire,
the war zone has stretched its boundaries,
and the sky grows angry and red as the sun begins to fall,
and all the children sit and stare and pray with silent eyes that heed no one.
a trap of this worlds greed was devised ages ago,
when first heart did turn in spite of his neighbor,
the red flag was there but was never heeded,
and so a seed was sown and from it sprung,
all the hate and discontent within our fading hearts.

Memories and poetic bits

I still remember all the good times,
all the laughter,
and the pain of thorns.

I remember it all,
pictures vividly dancing round.

I saw the tears stream from your eyes,
and watched them collect the light.
I watched Beauty sprout from sorrow,
and I saw the agony within the mind
of one as fierce, and captivating as the wolves we both emulated.

we ruled the pack,
how I do remember our analogies so well,
yet in the end It was not the unruly Beta that disbanded us,
twas us dear,
twas us,
we were are own demise,
our own ruin.

And now we step back and see,
our kingdom lost to us forever,
a new road approaching,
one goes left,
the other right,
separate paths for separate lives.
Though meet again we shall,
since all roads meet eventually.

Week 8 Reverie

“The weight of evidence now implies that it is the brain, rather than some non-physical stuff, that feels, thinks, and decides. That means that there is no soul to fall in love.”



Heart, Mind, and Soul


Synapsys fire,

and blood boils up

through my vains,

upward, and outward

from my heart on out to

that grey mass within my cranium.


Yes the grey-mass which

fits snug with in my Cranium,

(causing so much fuss and what not up there)

that is the only reason that I could

ever have truly loved you.



you with the brow ridge,

you with the lederhosen lineage,

you who thought it was wise

to put a crow in my bathroom.

why my mind saw it fit?


maybe it’s because there are

no souls now.


A soul might have,


explained the ignorance of the brain

to realize when it has been had,

maybe my figurative soul would

have been the blame, for such

a lame brain, but




Now there is research as to why!

my love for such a dullard

could now be blamed on many aspects of my brain

from the perception of pheromones

(I’m not known for my keen nose)

or from faulty wiring upstairs

(I told the cable man to fix that,

does he listen?



So there you see,

that was why,

All faulty circuitry

(and perhaps a head-cold on top of that)

was to blame for love,

and you with your silly

notion of “soul mates”

Hah! there is no soul,

only grey matter,


and self-awareness,

though sometimes

the grey one

is not wise,

and makes me do

some stupid things.


At least I do not have a soul,

so one thing you said in the end

was probably the most intelligent

that you ever said.

Week 7

May 13th

  • .5 hour peer review
  • 5 hours reading
  • .5 hour Photoshop

May 14th

  • 5 hrs reading
  • 1 hrs re-writing nuro reverie

May 15th

  • 1.5 hrs calc. poetic’s
  • 4hrs reading

May 16th

  • 1.5hrs in class “my poets”
  • 2hrs micro lecture
  • 3hrs reading
  • .5 writing

May 17th

  • 6hrs reading

May 18th

  • 4 hrs reading
  • 2 hrs photoshop
  • 2 hr writing

Total for this week: 39.5

Books this week:

  • My poets
  • The Complete works of Byron
  • Byron and the ruins of Paradise
  • Byron the Flawed Angel
  • Nuro
  • The last myth

Week 6

May 6th

  • 2 hour peer review/yoga
  • 5 hours reading
  • 1 hour Photoshop

May 7th

  • 5 hrs reading
  • 2 hrs Photoshop
  • 1hr research into Byron online

May 8th

  • 1.5 hrs calc. poetic’s
  • 1.5 hrs artist lecture
  • 2hrs reading

May 9th

  • 1.5hrs in class “my poets”
  • 2hrs micro lecture
  • 2hrs reading
  • .5 writing

May 10th

  • 5hrs reading
  • 1hr photoshop

May 11th

  • 4 hrs reading
  • 1 hr writing
  • 1hr photoshop

Total for this week: 39hrs

Books this week:

  • My poets
  • The Complete works of Byron
  • Byron and the ruins of Paradise
  • Nuro
  • The last myth

What? The End

When in the outside world,
all seems to be crumbling,
all seems to be at an end,
what shall we consider the cause?

Is it the workings of
our politicians, bringing
our spirits to a lowly state,
or is the root to ruin found
in our past, in the foundation
of our country as it stands.

So many questions,
so many answers,
all right
in their own right.

Nuro Reverie #2

The anatomists and pathologists wage an interdisciplinary battle,
Their argument: Nuropsycology.
Integrated studies,
a brain surgery into Vogts, Lenin, Forel, and Ferdinand.
The analysis; positive eugenics.

The Vogts!
The Vogts themselves turned,
successor of the institute:
and murder
of habitual “criminal”
the feeble minded,
and the mentally ill.


I wish to be free
unconfined by the limitations set before me,
Imposed upon me.

I am no romantic, but my heart
bleeds all the same, and the multitude
of grievous thoughts that circle
round this head of mine
would make hades blush.

I’m only a “product of my time”
like I’m some “limited edition”
peice of mass produced bull-shit
rather then that of a human being.

The flavor of such notation,
the countless labels:
Feeble minded,
the list,
the list goes on!
and still “mad”
am I, the one who
takes on the labels
the one who deals with
the stigmata,
I am the crazy one?