Kris : Writing

your complaints

your complaints

A Story by Kris


In my car we sit becuase we have no where else to go.Silently I stare at the steering wheel, feeling like an ice sculpture. Unable to move, think, spe..
M

M

A Story by Kris


New Years is suppose to be a time to celebrate. A time to start anew. To forget about last year and make this year even better.I never had that chance..
Gum

Gum

A Story by Kris


“Okay, bye.” “Was that him?” “Don’t start Michael.” I popped the piece of gum into my mou..
Color me

Color me

A Poem by Kris


You color me incompetent i think you are a fool its is not my actions that have ruined us not my words that have been our end don't blame me for m..
Sister

Sister

A Poem by Kris


There are stars in your eyes, brightened by the innocent, you carry. There is a smile on your face, that could make anyone happy, and it's stre..
From the past of me To the presence of I

From the past of me To the presence of I

A Poem by Kris


I began with… A little girl who dreamt up fantasies, And lived in her imaginary box In a family so small There were never any secrets In..
Your Wasteland

Your Wasteland

A Poem by Kris


Throw your mess inside me All the waste you can’t deal with I am nothing more than a way to dispose Of you annoying guilt Give it all to me..
Close to the Road

Close to the Road

A Story by Kris


The headlights of the passing cars, shifted over the small heap of a being in front of me. The thing couldn’t have been bigger than my two hands..
Blue Lies

Blue Lies

A Story by Kris


Dark room, blue couch, one blanket, sitting side beside, staring at the blank white wall in front of us. We always sit here, we always stare, he alway..