Kris Tate : Writing

What People Think

What People Think

A Poem by Kris Tate


They see me not as what I am (nice, fun loving, and a little bossy). They will never truly see me. They see a loud mouth braggart (an act). Thes..
When I think of you

When I think of you

A Poem by Kris Tate


when i think of myself i see ragged light brown hair flat brown eyes manly hands when i think of you i see the perfect green eyes shiny..
Satan's Song

Satan\\\'s Song

A Poem by Kris Tate


Satan's Song, Satan's Fire Can't you see you're filled with desire? Open your eyes to Satan's Light Think about the fire you will have to fight. Y..
Dark Prince

Dark Prince

A Poem by Kris Tate


Dark Prince I thought you cared But you left never said a word you just disappeared What did I do to lose I lost you I know you didn't call yo..
Wishes

Wishes

A Poem by Kris Tate


Tonya, tall, slightly overweight, face soon forgotten, name unknown to all Lank brown hair, hides dull brown eyes, keeping potential locked awa..
Suicide

Suicide

A Poem by Kris Tate


Think of my life and how it feels I want to take that life, that light Think of the pain it kills I want to live that forever night Th..
Weekend Mother

Weekend Mother

A Poem by Kris Tate


I am a mother She may not live with me, But I am Her Mother still No one called, emailed or IMed me a cute little message Like they all forgot I a..
Haunts

Haunts

A Poem by Kris Tate


Not knowing or understanding Wondering............ Why? What? Did it end? Is it over? I let it die and I see the finial embers cool. Nothing is..
Death

Death

A Poem by Kris Tate


Death is waiting... See him there... Just around the corner It may be a gun in a bar ...a knife in the store ...a slip in the rain Death app..
Why

Why

A Poem by Kris Tate


Why do I wait? He says he will do all... This is my Fate. Spending time in this free fall... Sitting, hoping, waiting. Never to hear the call...