Kris Tate : Writing

The Sight

The Sight

A Story by Kris Tate


A strangled scream, a short breath. She sits up in bed, wondering if it will ever end. Since she was a little girl she would have these true dreams a..
Pleasure in Pain

Pleasure in Pain

A Poem by Kris Tate


Lay on the table Pull the shirt up Hear the buzz Close eyes The pain is coming Black outlines Ink forced beneath Skin protesting Stings The..
End of Times

End of Times

A Poem by Kris Tate


A little bit mad and a little bit crazy, but it is a call to arms to help keep the world in good care for our children and their children.
North to the Sword

North to the Sword

A Poem by Kris Tate


In my dreams, I saw a sword, a man, the man Always there, Granny saw, him there, north "Go north," she said "to love, to the..
Him, My Love

Him, My Love

A Poem by Kris Tate


He is My Love
Feel This

Feel This

A Poem by Kris Tate


she feels the ugly inside fighting and waring with beauty and trust she feels alone lost abandoned without guide love light she fe..
Princess

Princess

A Story by Kris Tate


Tonya, tall, slightly overweight, face soon forgotten, name unknown to all around her. Lank brown hair, dull brown eyes, hides a potential unknown eve..
Need

Need

A Poem by Kris Tate


Close my eyes I feel his touch Dreaming Is all I have So far For so long I want him Here With me In me My Love My Life I love you
Hope

Hope

A Poem by Kris Tate


He is in my thoughts He is my prayer I have hope In his gifts of Love Truth Hope Is my life I wish for the dream to begin For he and I to be ..
One Day In History

One Day In History

A Poem by Kris Tate


Death flies on iron wing and Comes to steal our hopes To a better life for Us and the world In this world we are alone The government knows ..