Kristine Ferg : Writing

Cross My Heart

Cross My Heart

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


For the heart,does it bend around me?my knees within.arm such extendedbut the soul, how it confines itself,hides, facades in its blind eyes.and whywhy..
It's Past You

It's Past You

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


how the river bends,running forth in two dimensionswimming, fairing life;until the riverbends away.the beauty found,the treacherous egoof waterfalls,g..
My Sparrow

My Sparrow

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


With hands outstretched,the bird lights wing.It flies high above a gentle breezein hopes to gain speed.its wings tightly bound in form,and grace the e..
Whisper A Mile For Me

Whisper A Mile For Me

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


jagged.like the sunshe calls,whispers in thine ear,"Call your sundrylovely tilesto be treasured in a year.Let the titans come upon youand we'll all be..
Love: The Abusive Afterthought

Love: The Abusive Afterthought

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


The love is gone.Gone and blessed by the preacher man--and he knows it,yeah, he does,as he's been selling those souls for yearswhile the common man do..
Them new Generation Fuckers

Them new Generation Fuckers

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


sick of diluted water,running vastly, tasting of wine.It fills our young souls,treats us to dineuntil the moment is rightto make a bind.and in the wro..
Elegy Written On An Old Bar's Chair

Elegy Written On An Old Bar's Chair

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


Such a thrill it was, was she,the wonder and facade of the night,any of which she came to be,took her from truth, took her from sight.She was the love..
Wasted Away With Fans

Wasted Away With Fans

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


coming home,bereaved, bemoaned,and squad-ed into the assets.Listening to cables as theyblare their local facets.They held it long,too long for gold bu..
Chirping For the Day to End

Chirping For the Day to End

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


Find the ringof the night, it gleamswith eyes and her eyesher eyesthey crawl on water likesunshine,washing away withthe wind in her hairbut she doesn'..
Gasoline In Your Hands

Gasoline In Your Hands

A Poem by Kristine Ferg


Drag me 'cross the floorcuz I won't get up, upbroken, tied mattress eye,taking in the sadist style--wait for moments,caving moments,when both hearts f..