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Crystal Elizabeth Warner exemplifies the heart of modern poetry. Through creative expression, she shares the life lessons she has learned. The evolution of her writing style is evident, here, in this medium. Courageous and poignant, emotional and insightful;

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Choices: 1 of 99
Choices. Does a wave have a choice where to land on the sand? Does a tree have a choice where it will stand? Does a Man have a choice where to lay his hand? Is it all a part of some spectacular plan? Or is it really irrational, random? Does a rock ever wish to roll away from the water? Does a hog everwish to be sent offto sla... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bitter: 1 of 84
Bitter. I've got a bitter taste on my tongue; a sticky mess inside my lungs. Yeah, I'm young, I've got time to quit - but if I don't do it soon - I'm gonna be chained to it; for the rest of my life... How long will I live? Nobody has the answer - but chances are - if I don't stop smoking, soon; I'm gonna die of cancer. Bitt... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: New York City: 3 of 79
What New York City Means to Me We had a fight,we dileberatedthrough the nightover the ideathat we weregoing nowhere fast.I took the money,it was a dark,cold Monday-I drove to New York Cityon our savingssix-hundred dollars~I drove into the nightmore than 13 hours.But oh, the City's powers.The lightscrossing theBrooklyn Bridg... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My way: 1 of 25
My Way. If I had it my way, the sun wouldshine every single day, at least fora little while; If I had it my way, I'd serve breakfast, lunch and dinnerto every hungrychild - I'd let horsesrun wild - and waterwould be free; Yes, everything would sure be different if it were up to me... If I had it my way, everyone would have e... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Domestic violence: 1 of 22
She got the Beauty...He got the cash-She got the ass,They spend every night together,slowly, gettin' smashed.She got the beauty;She got the brains,she got the bruisesand she got pain.He got her convincedThat he's some kinda Prince.She got no time to spendin prayer;But she knows thatGod is there;and she ain't scared.no, she ai... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Facing death: 1 of 22
Facing Death. There's been a time or two; when I coulda died; something inside; told me to go on - Lke the break of dawn; I always seem to survive.Yeah, the Sun will always rise,behind cloudy skies;Yeah, the Sun willalways rise. Once a man, mistreated and manhandled me; When he was done God, I was free; God, I was free...Bu... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Music: 1 of 17
~ Wonderful & Wild ~ Manipulate Me with your Music ~Honey- Take me- Hard & slow. Let's get it on~on the dance-floor, Let's go show 'em how this goes. You're the star ofthe show...Baby, just go with the flow.Let's take it niceand slow;Let's show 'emhow this goes... Let the beat bang your body; Beautiful and loaded. ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs My true garden story: 21 of 298
GRANDMA'S GARDEN.Early Sunday morning, late August, the traffic moves slowly by. The Summer Sun, high in a lightly-clouded sky, dries dew-drops on vegetables in the garden. Harvest time, within weeks; tomatoes ripen on the vine, potatoes pushing right-up out of the earth, grean beans ready to snap, peas perfect for picking, s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hard times: 11 of 147
ODE TO DETROIT; ROCK CITY Detroit City,its such a pity;watching thesteady declineof an icon.Hard-times,Welfare lines,No production,just destruction.Motown is falling down.The Big 3-Is shrinking,Most people arethinking-it just may bethe beginning ofthe end...Lost careers,Sickness, fears-Families,breaking down.Faith is shaken,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 6 of 80
Under the Influence... When my mother's mother was alive: She drank in the morning, all day and all night - Pabst Blue Ribbon was her champagne. She drank and drank, until her liver ~ started to complain. She died of Cancer when I was eight. She was only fifty-six, I learned thatsometimes people get diseased - Some sickness... More..