What can happen in a second?
A blink, a wink can happen
What can happen in a second?
Love can happen in a second.
What can happen in a second?
A breath, a death can happen
What can happen in a second?
"I do," can happen in a second.
-Kris
Showing posts with label Kris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kris. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Prompt
The dullest things always hurt the most.
The dull, heavy throb of a heart that knows it will never be whole.Dull blades are the messiest.
The pain echoes over and over again, building scar after scar, discordant cries forever etched in all who have ears to hear.
A quick knife, slicing easily through skin and sinew like butter, would surely be the better fate.
-Kris
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Music is Love
Music is love
In search of a word,
Sometimes unheard
Beauty yet stirred.
Music is a swing
In a well-worn playground,
Sky-ward bound,
A treasure to be found.
Music is a smile
When life falls apart,
Soothing the hurt
And warming the heart.
Music is a brook
Always gurgling,
Forever bringing
An eternal spring.
Music is a story
Of women dancing,
Eyelashes fluttering,
And heated glancing.
Music is deadly
Like Winter's frostbite,
A wicked delight
As darkness ignites.
Music is love
In search of a word
A power unfurled
Guarenteed
To change the world.
-Kris
In search of a word,
Sometimes unheard
Beauty yet stirred.
Music is a swing
In a well-worn playground,
Sky-ward bound,
A treasure to be found.
Music is a smile
When life falls apart,
Soothing the hurt
And warming the heart.
Music is a brook
Always gurgling,
Forever bringing
An eternal spring.
Music is a story
Of women dancing,
Eyelashes fluttering,
And heated glancing.
Music is deadly
Like Winter's frostbite,
A wicked delight
As darkness ignites.
Music is love
In search of a word
A power unfurled
Guarenteed
To change the world.
-Kris
A Poem for You
Live
Live long and free
And never die before me
Sing
Sing in the rain
And melt away our pain
Live
Live in surprise
Please don't just survive
Sing
Sing everyday
Everything will be okay
Laugh
Laugh will your last breath
Laugh even through death
-Kris
Live long and free
And never die before me
Sing
Sing in the rain
And melt away our pain
Live
Live in surprise
Please don't just survive
Sing
Sing everyday
Everything will be okay
Laugh
Laugh will your last breath
Laugh even through death
-Kris
Monday, March 11, 2013
Roses are red...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love Writer's Club,
and I hope you all do too.
Tulips can be pink,
Carnations can be white,
Writer's Club always
fills my day with light.
Daffodils are yellow,
Hyacinths are purple,
This isn't going to end up rhyming,
But I love you guys anyways.
-Love, Madame Dictator Kris Short-Stack Krissin Midget Krissy Hobbit President Steve Kristin Sharon Kriston Halterman Kristian and who-knows-what-else I'm called.
Violets are blue,
I love Writer's Club,
and I hope you all do too.
Tulips can be pink,
Carnations can be white,
Writer's Club always
fills my day with light.
Daffodils are yellow,
Hyacinths are purple,
This isn't going to end up rhyming,
But I love you guys anyways.
-Love, Madame Dictator Kris Short-Stack Krissin Midget Krissy Hobbit President Steve Kristin Sharon Kriston Halterman Kristian and who-knows-what-else I'm called.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Prompt
What does "hitch a wagon to a star" mean?
Never a day goes by that I don't hear my mother's favorite phrase reminding me of my ever-present lack of martial attachment. "Hitch your wagon to a star" indeed. I have no need for some foolish man intruding upon my life under the assumption that he might be doing me a favor of "granting" his name to mine. I have my own power in my home, having order of many servants and the respect of our city. Being the Duke's daughter grants me a certain amount of that privilege; I have earned the rest of it.Every day my carriage delivers me to the market so I may peruse fine shops and mingle with the people. I find no pleasure in such lowering of my station, but if I wish to grasp a future position of power, I must leave an appropriate impression upon those smaller than I. Such small peoples may go unseen and when bound together, hold more strength than those of finer birth understand. But I have befriended such commoners and I am prepared to do whatever else necessary so that I may never be controlled again.
No man will stand in my way, and soon enough, neither will my mother.
-Kris
Letter Prompt
Dear love,
When I close my eyes I think of you. I think of how earnestly I need you. I think of the scent of your hair and even now, in my mind I can see the ever-present smudge of paint on your cheek. I loved your head in my lap as we playfully tested each other on our knowledge of worlds beyond, and of logic beyond reason. I loved soothing your headache away as I massaged your temples. What is love? Love, love, love. Love is me coming late for dinner covered in earth from our gardens and you scolding me for treading mud on the carpets. Love is peeling apples in the kitchen while you curl up by the heater with your knitting needles and smile at me. Love is the steady tune of my happiness joined by your brilliantly created harmonies as we join in song with breathless delight. It is the feeling of your long fingers brushing through my hair, working out tangles with your clever fingers. It is running a mile home in the warm spring rain, trying to hold your jacket over the both of us as we laugh helplessly. Love is lazy, messy kisses in the grey light of dawn, absently placed kisses on the cheek, deep wet desperate kisses, I'm-glad-you're-here-kisses, please-don't-ever-let-me-go kisses. Love is listening to the symphony of our breathing in bed together while silent snow fell outside, drunk on our warm skin, strong heartbeats, and secrets safe between us. Love was you. Now you are gone, and I am empty.
-Lost (Kris)
My Heart,
When I fall asleep, I dream of you. I dream of your smile, as the sun warms your face. I dream of us, slowly wading into the creek, knee deep, on a hot summer's day. Remember our trip to the seaside? You packed those special sandwiches you spent all morning on? But the basket was dropped, they got sandy, and we ended up feeding them to the seagulls. I remember our third date; I took you to see the stars. You were glowing as you mentioned how beautiful the sky looked. Yes. "Beautiful," I had said, my eyes only on you. Through everything, you still retained your humor, and often laughed at yourself. I love that about you. I also love your voice. I love how you always sang to me when I was sick. But my favorite moments were always sparked with you randomly bursting into a ditty, welcoming me into your world of wonder and song.
I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. Our eyes met, as we breathed in the sight of the other. I was quite shocked to find that your eyes held such tenderness and warmth. I was immediately captivated. Then you smiled at me and accepted me into your world. You were just so welcoming. I swear our souls and minds connected in that moment. When I said ran across Main St. to say hello, our life flashed before my eyes. Then I said hi to you, and my heart became yours. I still don't know how easily you let me in. I don't deserve your love. That is why I have to leave.
-Forever Yours (Kae)
When I close my eyes I think of you. I think of how earnestly I need you. I think of the scent of your hair and even now, in my mind I can see the ever-present smudge of paint on your cheek. I loved your head in my lap as we playfully tested each other on our knowledge of worlds beyond, and of logic beyond reason. I loved soothing your headache away as I massaged your temples. What is love? Love, love, love. Love is me coming late for dinner covered in earth from our gardens and you scolding me for treading mud on the carpets. Love is peeling apples in the kitchen while you curl up by the heater with your knitting needles and smile at me. Love is the steady tune of my happiness joined by your brilliantly created harmonies as we join in song with breathless delight. It is the feeling of your long fingers brushing through my hair, working out tangles with your clever fingers. It is running a mile home in the warm spring rain, trying to hold your jacket over the both of us as we laugh helplessly. Love is lazy, messy kisses in the grey light of dawn, absently placed kisses on the cheek, deep wet desperate kisses, I'm-glad-you're-here-kisses, please-don't-ever-let-me-go kisses. Love is listening to the symphony of our breathing in bed together while silent snow fell outside, drunk on our warm skin, strong heartbeats, and secrets safe between us. Love was you. Now you are gone, and I am empty.
-Lost (Kris)
My Heart,
When I fall asleep, I dream of you. I dream of your smile, as the sun warms your face. I dream of us, slowly wading into the creek, knee deep, on a hot summer's day. Remember our trip to the seaside? You packed those special sandwiches you spent all morning on? But the basket was dropped, they got sandy, and we ended up feeding them to the seagulls. I remember our third date; I took you to see the stars. You were glowing as you mentioned how beautiful the sky looked. Yes. "Beautiful," I had said, my eyes only on you. Through everything, you still retained your humor, and often laughed at yourself. I love that about you. I also love your voice. I love how you always sang to me when I was sick. But my favorite moments were always sparked with you randomly bursting into a ditty, welcoming me into your world of wonder and song.
I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. Our eyes met, as we breathed in the sight of the other. I was quite shocked to find that your eyes held such tenderness and warmth. I was immediately captivated. Then you smiled at me and accepted me into your world. You were just so welcoming. I swear our souls and minds connected in that moment. When I said ran across Main St. to say hello, our life flashed before my eyes. Then I said hi to you, and my heart became yours. I still don't know how easily you let me in. I don't deserve your love. That is why I have to leave.
-Forever Yours (Kae)