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Krystal Nicole Araguz |
About
the Poetess
Krystal
Nicole Araguz was born and raised in South Texas. She is a veterinary tech and
writes in her spare time. Nicole has lived in Hawaii, traveled extensively,
and endured many personal painful obstacles by her early 20s. "I believe
the person I am today is because I was lucky enough to endure hard
times. It made me thankful and grateful for life itself", says
Krystal.
Krystal finds a catharsis in writing. "What started me writing was I was
lonely. I had to let feelings out and explore what they were. Not
having many friends when I started writing made my work stronger. I
bottled feelings inside and rather than burst I would write." Krystal
is married and lives with her husband and son in South Texas.
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One Tear Drop
Standing right next to the window,
she
watches the raindrops fall,
while she creates her own.
Yet unlike the faithless rain outside
Hers remains strong and steady.
She cries as if in time with the thunder,
And
like the rain outside
Her
tears will nourish the seed of a happy flower.
The raindrops seem as though they will not stop,
but
they too will succumb to the earth's whispers,
and
soon come the laughing flowers
that lie dormant in her breast.
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Far Away
So far away you are,
Not being able to touch you drives me mad,
Like the storm that rages on.
Wanting to feel that tainted love we have.
Or does it seem that way since it is so remarkable.
What would happen if we came together,
would we shake the earth to its core,
would we be strong enough to handle it?
Just the thought makes my passion burn
like the fire on my candle stick.
It melts me even more thinking about how
it
would feel just to have your kiss.
Your sweet honey suckle lips
on
my tender rose petals.
Your strong masculine hands
on
my face by the gentle moon light.
The wind rocks us as we embrace
so
gently calming it is.
The sweet smell of your skin eases my thoughts.
Sudden peace comes over me
as
though no mad man in this world could hurt me.
And then I realize you are far away from me.
I'll just have to keep day dreaming till we meet again.
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Love In Its Self
It is so funny how love embeds itself in you, not letting go,
making you believe in something that is not really there.
letting your heart get that feeling and closing your eyes,
leading you to a deep dark path, on a winding road.
There is no sympathy or reality when it comes to love.
I just strikes you,
It
plucks at you heart as though it was a harp.
The melody it plays may sound so beautiful that it hurts,
not
realizing it's strength it breaks a cord.
Leaving you wanting more.
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Every Bride Holds The Future In Her Hands On Her Wedding Night
Here is what I want-
Enough time to grow ordinary and dull,
evenings that settle like moths,
you
and I on the porch stairs in the dark,
the
shimmer of your wine
the
smell of the first drops of rain in the dust,
nothing to look forward to
but
tomorrow and the day after that.
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Nathan My Sweet (for my
son)
Now I lay you down my sweet
your downy head beneath my check,
to
sleep your deep and dreamless sleep.
The angels keep you safe, I pray;
my
little one, my Nathan and I will watch
and I'll wait and rock this bough that will not break.
No one will take you soul this night for I am here.
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The First Kiss Is
Always The Best
He walked towards me with his boyish charm,
I started to sweat as he approached.
My heart was throbbing from the excitement and fear.
Was he going to kiss me?
Did I want him to?
His hand gently move my hair from my face,
His warmth made me limp, and the next thing I knew
We were kissing our hot bodies close
Together, we could even feel our hearts beating.
Our breath was taken at that moment.
The first kiss is always the best.
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Love in its
true meaning (a prose poem)
I sat on my chair confused over what had over come me,
not
knowing what this feeling was.
I
was sad, yet happy and of what I did not know.
As
I pondered this feeling I turned and looked at my husband,
he
was sitting down with an upset face that I had never seen.
I
had asked him what was bothering him,
but
he did not want to say.
This made that feeling in me stronger.
I
decided to go and lay down next to him,
and
when I did sudden ease swept over my body.
He
gently whispered I love you and I am sorry I was upset earlier.
His
next words made me realize how hard it can be
to
love someone with all you have.
He
was once in love and she broke his heart,
so
he made a promise that he would not allow
himself to let go and let him love again.
But
now some odd years after the heart ache
he
was in love again and afraid
that his heart would be broken.
I
grabbed his hand and put it to my heart and said
"This heart right here that you feel pounding
has been broken too once before.
I
understand the pain you feel,
but
now you need to let go of the pain
and
embrace the joy and laughter now".
At
that moment one tear came from his eye
and
that is when I realized I was not just talking to him
I
was talking to myself as well.
That is when I saw love in its true meaning,
a
man and a women sharing similar weakness
and
learning together how to love once again.
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