Stanzaic Stylings

COLORFUL VEILS  A caramel stickler... Glazers of bronze... Dabbings of browns... Patted with a dry speckled sponge... Admirable patience... Intently he glares... Hands arrested by perfection... Heels rooted in fruitful care... Reveal is close... Masterpiece near complete... He will not surrender... Til Mr. Canvas takes a speak... Standing back... He reflects from afar... Devoted to the composition... Journey from war to scar... Ear to easel... He anticipates the sound... Revering in the final ticks... 3...2...1...Sheet down ©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015  Bio:  Name: Crystal Price Age: 34 Residence: Fresno, CA I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

DINNER IS SERVED I'll eat you raw... I'll sip you dry... I'll stew your insides... While I snack on your cries... I'll garnish your tenders... I'll season your loins... I'll dress your openings... Sell your rarities for coin... I'll bask you in sauces... I'll drench you in wines... I'll sauté your flesh... Leave no scraps behind... I'll seat you front and center... Watch you get what you deserve... I'll lift my glass in merriment... Alas, dinner is served ©Crystal Price ©Crystal Cunha ©2015 Bio:  Name: Crystal Price Age: 34 Residence: Fresno, CA I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

PLAYPEN OF PIGS They drug me raw... While you lamed me... No birdies... Just black... Spats of disapproval... Limbs have no value here... Teasing me with end's prospect... Stuffing my listeners with wet oink... Bleek for the hopeful... Some asphalt, some sand... Meek for the naive... Not abuse, just men being men... In the eyes of passerbys... Fear dances a jig... A hooved dedication... In the playpen of pigs ©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015 Bio:  Name: Crystal Price Age: 34 Residence: Fresno, CA I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

STRIPPED You stripped away my right to choose... Stuffed my lips with hatred... Forced my hands to unsow good seeds... Lamed my limbs through calculated savagry... You are no more than a cowering simpleton... A starving jackal in a field of sheep... Stop right where you are... Your business here is done... You have sealed every fate... Uprooted all that could be moved... Move along now... Your work here is done! ©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015 Bio:  Name: Crystal Price Age: 34 Residence: Fresno, CA I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.

LADY KARMA Tongue of wasps... Snaggled teeth... Stealthily she skulks... In search of fresh meat... Her hands always steady... No shutter... No shake... A doomed soaked performance... Featuring The Damsels of Dead Lake... Her tiptoes conjure earthquakes... Wretched devastation... Her seering gaze will lock you.. In your own devised damnation... So, if ever you should see her... Don't bother running away... Lady Karma's everywhere... She'll get you anyway ©Crystal Price ©2015 Bio:  Name: Crystal Price Age: 34 Residence: Fresno, CA I started writing poetry as a preteen living in the foster care system. Poetry was the oxygen that kept me from becoming an emotional vegetable. Poetry me & I it. Poetry is my life support, and my survival has, & always will depends on it.