Biography of Kristy Artmann
Kristy Artmann Poems
I Love You Because…..
I love you simple because you’re you…. My days with you are never blue…. You’re kind, gentle, loving, giving…. You’re warm hearted, hardworking, and caring…
My heart is scarred, broken, bound emotionally from his games. Feelings could never be the same as in the beginning; it’s much too late for them to ever return. It’s just too late for things to change. I don’t want them to rekindle; they were artificial afterall due to his true intentions and actions and behavior towards my love.
Hello Sunshine, I Know The World Awaits Me. Its Rays Beam On Me, I Feel Alive Now. Its Tall Grass Envelops The Bottom Of My Feet, The Coolness Incites My Senses. Its Air Breezes By My Face, I Inhale And It Quiets My Soul.
Free from lies Free from secrets Free from avoidance Free from solitude
Excuse me if I am cynical, Take your own advice that’s cordial. I’ve refused to believe there’s goodness, In a soul that’s sated with decomposition and iniquity.
To The Ex-Squad
Thank you for hurting me…….. Thank you for not caring………..
Arcanum: Secrets Untold
Laughter accompanied by eyes beaming your way Whispers chatter behind folded hands Gaze in their eyes and glimpse at a pool of secrets Arcanum your heart desires to know
Maybe it’s a lesson to myself to not follow my heart and emotions at the same time but to listen to my conscience and to my best friends… Bad timing, eh? Maybe I’ll overcome what I need to in order to be the person I am capable of being….just for him..if God wills it to be true…bad timing will fade away, depart from both of our lives and bring us that much closer to rapture…. For the moment I can’t do or say anything to bring him back I don’t deserve to have his consideration until we both have cleared our lives of past regrets…
Z-A Lavish Vile Experimentation (What I ...
Object of wonder and mystery… I peer towards you without you knowing….. I concoct my plan of attack….
Who’s to know the truth that spirals from his lips? One thing was declared to me and another was imparted to everyone else.
Crimson red, Key lime green, Crystal blue; Twilight purple.
As I search my soul, in its lonely and hopeless state; contents by which I wish to purge from my life.
Disappointed In Myself….
Trapped inside my own confusion Letting into the devil’s persuasion Heading in the path I will regret Always listening to myself with fret
Penetrance Of Obviousness
What to do when you know your mom is preparing to die? I just sit back, shake my head, and heavily sigh; Sadness overwhelms me to even think about… To think one day, an earthly mother, I’ll be without;
Trifling Troubled Thoughts Reap The Depths Of The Darkness…...
Insecurity Breeds Doom……
Seemingly Unstoppable Suspicious Feelings…..
Ignorant Useless Time Wasting Thoughts….
~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2007
****2007 Editor's Choice Award from poetry.com****