Articles written by Crystal Martinez

What is Helium

About me - Crystal Martinez

I write to find peace.
I'm still working on it.

I'm writing in an effort to leave track of what little I've figured out in 34 years.
It's strange but in my 20's I think I had more of the answers.

I seem to have misplaced them since then.

At that age I felt that

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religious: 1 of 156
I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH HEAVENI can't bother myself with the Heaven'sIt's logic is too great for meI can only commit to the life that I'm givenAnd trust that It hears my pleasIf I place my thoughts of my futureSolidly in Your handsThen I cannot be bothered with the thoughts of HeavenBecause I cannot understandI can't underst... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Self awareness: 3 of 33
(Self-denial, self-consciousness, and one girls view from jail)IRONIC LITTLE GIRLSYou're a baby with a big mouth. A little woman. You're threatened by the unknown so you threaten.You're trapped in the world of your surroundings without a clue that you can escape it.Stay away from the blows and callousness!Leave your mothers p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anxiety: 11 of 58
Were you ever in a place-a situationa sad, a hopelessevent in time?Were you ever face to facewith the inevitable-the predictable?Have you ever walked towarda rooma persona situationknowing what was there was all too real?Have you ever known:been toldthe informationthe prognosisthe betrayal?Have you ever walked out into the ra... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Introspection: 9 of 25
I rushed a flower this morning.I wanted to seewhat it was like to be mebefore I was ME.I was ready to pry open it's petalsfight the resistanceforce my wayinto the newness of a distant daybut to my surpriseit stayed.I sat on the cushion of it's petalsand saw every flawevery creaseevery mistakeit was beautifulthe soft breeze lu... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Drinking: 9 of 23
(A woman can remember the beginning of her drinking only as an uncomfortable childhood dream and forebodes the past repeat itself with her child)One evening in the heat of a childhood dream I wandered from my bed in thirst. I checked my mother's bed for security and seeing she was there went to gather a drink.The night held m... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Infatuation: 6 of 15
WHIMSYI want to love like the song saysI will follow along with the song, with that little flutter and swirl in my stomach I remember as moments of smiles and torment, sweat and sighs, pounding hearts and fists all set to a rhythm.Closed eyes remember trying to listen closely, sitting closely and trying desperately not to mov... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Police & Prisons Corrections Corporation of America (CCA): US concentration camps?: 4 of 8
This place of misery is beyond compare,It teaches those who've gone astray, to increase what they dare.It teaches the fool to lie, and teaches the hurt TO hurtEncourages children to violence, who needn't be pulled by the shirtto a pit of HATRED.That's what the place is, it isn't "correction"-To be vile and corrupt to bully, d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Close your eyes: 3 of 6
What do I see when I close my eyes?SometimesA black imprint of the room,colored-in white,like those coloring books with the thick black felt outlineand the markers to color them in.Only there's a giant white cotton candy balloon floating on the roof,just above the closetand it looks like it tastes likemint.It's different when... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Pain in life: 29 of 52
Bring them to me. Let me breathe their scent. Melt in their warmth and be important again.Give me the sense of a simpleton to know what soft skin and questions are worth.Make my dull mind a genius if it means I'll change. Understand love and people. That the value of the equation is greater than the sum of the parts of transi... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Change: 64 of 105
she was naked and dripping words on a page that was tattered by disinterest and misinterpretation.after the accolades and ogling were past she sat nude and cold on a hard black and white surface. her conscience.so littered with things unsaid and unexplained it needed a voice but her view was caught on another sight a few page... More..