Biography of Krystle Newberry
My name is Krystle Newberry. I am a student at the Arkansas School for Mathematics, Sciences, and the Arts. I plan to be a Marine Biologist. One of the most important people in my life is Matt. He's everything to me. I'm special to get to know him. I am only sixteen but I would like to say that I have lived my life in a good way pleasing to God. Some of my poems are sad and I only write about what I feel or what happens around me. Others are lovey dovey aimed towards Matt. Well that's me in a nut shell..and all that jazz.
Krystle Newberry Poems
AM I just a tattered soul lost in this lonely lonely dream AM I just a wandering heart with noone to bring me in
We walk and talk, and say just friends, but secretly you think of me. I must confess,
Love & Sucide
Today I thought of sucide I thought to end my life This world is cruel I hate this world
It was a late november night I remember it well We went to the movies In Russelville
The room is cold- I see the sun shine bright outside I cannot escape the room's tight hold. The untold rules I must abide
is all the good what we imagine and the bad what we know is this, all this that i see just a youths dream of the world.
I look into your eyes- bright blue Your brilliant smile shinning. My heart swells Where my love dwells
They took the long harsh cat-o-nine tails They whipped you over and over again You bled and bled, a story that tells Of a trip you took that long began.
Gnaea Pontia Musica
I cannot love you I cannot love the way I did Without him I’m left to nothing If I go with you I’ll break your heart
At first I was worried I thought i wouldn't compare How could i even dare to think i could live up to what you meant
Why do my poems sound so cold and unfeeling Why do i struggle with the thought of love Its because someone has to Someone has to know the pain of abandonment and rejection
backstabbing friends enemy's helping hands my fears are my own to close to home
If that be the case then let me die, but if it ever shall change, call me up from my sweet death
Lost in this city so big and so vast one little soul alone
is all the good what we imagine
and the bad what we know
is this, all this that i see just
a youths dream of the world.
is love and joy, but an
everlasting dream showing
what is beyond our grasp
how do we know whats real
if anything is real at all