Crissy Cornwell
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Single mom, writer, singer, cat lady
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Heat of The Summer
Sun shining bright through the window of my room, lulling me awake from my dream land; Causing me to overheat under my blankets as the air conditioner roars gently, trying to cool me back off as I lie there scrolling through my phone; Unprepared for what the day will bring, life gets harder in the summer; People tell me to get some sunshine to "help with my depression" but the sun mocks me with its happy, yellow glow; Summer is too hot and winter too cold, the air hurts my face and lungs; Trying to move elsewhere was an unsuccessful adventure, too far from those I love; Holding on to the dream land I came from, cooling off from the heat, I rise from my bed and prepare to battle the day; My struggle in my head is endless on these days, I want to be truly happy on my own.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Poets
The Addiction to Ink...Tattoo Ink
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved and appreciated tattoos. I always saw them as beautiful and a way to be free, even when I was too young to have any, I always enjoyed looking at the tattoos on other people. I like to believe I am a creative person, at least in some ways and I always love to find different ways of expressing myself. I have been dying my hair since I was 8 years-old and have recently hit the 20 year mark of doing so. I am proud to say that my hair has officially been every color that is available for hair dye, and a few months before my 18th birthday, my body became a canvas. Where I live, the law dictates that you have to be 18, but I got my first tattoo shortly before by a guy in his house and blessings from my mom. For my first tattoo, I chose a loose representation of the NYC skyline with different elements that remind me of my best friend because I knew then that she would always be a large part of who I am, no matter where life takes us.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Psyche
Stress Zits...UGH
Ugh...hormones, stress, food and oil, all the things that cause breakouts. Growing up, I was under the impression that once I became an adult, all of these breakouts would stop happening and that I would have flawlessly clear skin...HA! Turns out that in order to get that clear skin, I would actually have to do a lot of work and adopt a rigorous skin care routine, which no one actually WANTS to do. I have tried so many products that I am actually surprised I haven't done more damage to my face than good. I am literally so sick of the breakouts though, that I am writing this story about it.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Blush
Got it From My Momma
Growing up, I had far from an ideal life. My parents divorced and I went through one heartache after another, but my mom was always my rock and wanted to fix my heart at every turn. I never really appreciated my mom for all she had done while I was under the same roof as her, but when I moved out on my own for the 1st (2nd, 3rd, and 4th) time, she was always there to help with whatever I needed, from buying me some necessities like toilet paper or helping me move all of my stuff from one place to the next. I learned what being a parent was and how much my mom was willing to and had sacrificed for me my whole life. When I found out I was pregnant at 22 while not in a relationship, but from what should have stayed as just a hook up, she wasn't too excited because she didn't want me to have to struggle like she had. What she didn't realize is that she had prepared me better for being a mom than wither of us knew.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Families
Sound Track of my Life
Oh, my teenage years...a time of life that no amount of money could get me to revisit if that were an option. I do, however, revisit the musical memories of those years because, lets face it, music now (if you can call it that) is just going downhill. Some of my favorite songs include:
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Beat
Single Momma Blues
I am a single mom. I didn't choose to be as the other half of my beautiful daughter's DNA said he was all in when we found out I was pregnant. A whole lot of him bouncing in and out of her life, finally he decided to just stay away and we are so much better off without him. Raising a little girl alone is still no easy feat though, even if we are better off. Her attitude and her determination are something to be reckoned with, that's for sure. As a single mom, working is hard to do outside of the house because the cost for daycare is so high, however I found a job where I can work from home which brings its own challenges. I am so glad I don't have daycare to pay for, but having this little voice in the background doesn't always help with customer service, however, it does melt some of the angry hearts that call in.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Families
Rainbow Emotions
Over and over again, I breathe in telling myself that things will get better. My head spinning, I see red Anger takes over without warning. I can't think clearly Everything annoys me and I start to yell. I try to calm myself, Thinking of what made me angry Nothing is coming to mind, it is just how I feel. Blue washes over me, a wave of sadness. I can't believe I was just mad for no reason I scared the people around me by being angry. A purple calm makes it's way in to the mix I apologize to everyone, they say they understand But how can they knw what it feels like in my mind.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Poets
Where It All Ends
McKenzie stared at the glass of wine in her had, thinking about what would happen of she broke the glass in such a way that it made deep cuts on her hands and wrists. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be an end to her life or if she simply wanted something different than what she had, she just knew that she couldn't stay here anymore. Derek was suffocating her. Everyone always says how great of a husband he is, always doing everything for McKenzie and treating her like she was the center of his world. That is where the problem was; she didn't want to be anyone's sun, she wanted her to have her life, Derek to have his, and blend them together in the evening when they came home and talked about their days. Derek was the CEO of a fortune 500 company so he really made his own schedule and McKenzie had her own candle/herb shop. Every morning Derek drove his wife to her shop at 8:30am, brought her lunch at noon, and picked her up at 5:30 on the dot. In the few hours she was away from him, she was the happiest. When they got home in the evening, McKenzie would go to cook dinner while Derek sat at the island counter to talk about their days and he would get up to wash any dishes that she was done using so there would be less to do after. They would eat dinner at the table where Derek would talk about the plans he had for their future, including children that he knew McKenzie didn't want.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Humans
Cats Are Jerks
I am, what my friends consider, a "cat lady" as I have 4 cats and want about 4 more. I have always loved cats; they have such different personalities but know how to help when you are sad. My 4 cats are all very different in personalities, breeds and colors. Tompkins, my oldest boy at 7 years old, I have had for over a year and adopted him from a local shelter. He is an orange and white handsome guy with yellow/green eyes and is very independent, but will come around for pets at least once a day. Missy, my 2 and a half year old baby was also adopted from a local shelter. She is a tortoise shell, multi-colored beauty. If it were up to her, she would never stop being pet and she will put her face in yours and nudge your hand when she wants your attention. Tucker, my Siamese boy, is almost a year old. He is my snuggle bug, always flopping himself into my arms like a baby for love and attention. He is also my biggest cat, even weighing more than my 7 year old and even longer and taller than him too. Tucker is by far my biggest jerk. Then, last but not least, is Bagheera. He is also almost a year old, only 2 weeks younger than Tucker. Bagheera is a Tuxedo, and he is a momma's boy for sure, only letting me hold or pet him.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Petlife
Game Over
Stella got up from the couch slowly, her head pounding and her vision slightly blurry. She could feel blood running from her nose, but she knew she had to help her friend. She stood up and steadied herself, sneaking over to the kitchen to get a knife out of the block. She grabbed the biggest one there and started to make her way to the bedroom. "I just want you to answer one question before you do whatever it is you're going to do to me" Casey said to James in a low, wavering voice. "And what could you possibly need to know at this point in time?" James asked in a hissing tone, growing frustrated that she interrupted him. "I just want to know, how long have you been watching me? You seem to know a lot about my life." Casey couldn't believe she brought herself to ask this question, but she was hoping the police would show up in time.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Horror
Cuffing Craze
Casey was talking to the police about the events of the night, when suddenly she felt like she was being watched. She grew more and more uneasy as the conversation went on and she asked an officer if someone could patrol her building for the night until she could get the locks changed since James had her keys. An officer assured they would keep an eye on things, and told her to get some rest. Casey tossed all night, finding it hard to sleep as she still felt someone's eyes on her. She looked at the clock that shone a bright, red "3:30". She was never going to be able to get sleep at this point, especially since she had to be awake in 3 hours to get ready for her day. After another hour of rolling around in her bed, she decided to call off from work today since she had to go get new locks for her apartment anyway, and she knew that without any sleep, she wouldn't be very productive anyway.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Horror
Wine and Dine Disaster
As Casey stands there, looking at herself in the mirror, she can't help but wonder if she actually wants to go on this date or not. She met James at the supermarket, doing some routine grocery shopping. Staring at the meet selection, she just happened to look up at this handsome stranger standing next to her, staring at her instead of the steaks in front of them. As they started talking and decided to exchange numbers, Casey felt like there could be something there, but she was sure it was mostly because she had been single for so long, she forgot how to notice any red flags that may pop up initially. As they finished their separate shopping, they ended up at the check out at the same time and walked out of the store together to their own vehicles. Casey notices James had a really nice truck and was dressed pretty nicely too, so maybe she could do this.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Horror
