http://slow.writerscafe.org/kris1290 The original writings of author kris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078069 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “What else I could do now(rhetoric question)? No reason for regret. I don’t even know where this bus’s gonna take me. I try to crane out the window through least possible vista. “No!” shouted the driver. Well, my freedom is restricted now. I’ve got listen to him... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/1032951/ The scythe slashed my heart to pieces, never will the vale of tears  ceases.locked in the dungeons of my agony,i tear flesh of the beast of tyranny.Thy words were swords from the furnace scalded this soul all through the surface.the sand of beauty is the mist of the god,the heart of even wild f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/1032051/ Come here my moon, hear my croon,shine over and come lower.Night and day i loiter across your dwell;For i curse the god , could never glimpse you well.No sun could sear me to ash,No brute winter could freeze my fleshJust your grin would wash my hate and pen my fate. Look through my eyes into the aby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/1032045/ 'How can i lie that , i love thee ?'where you glorify the paths you walk and being like me form your footprrints.where you caress the life in meand turn it rust to gold.where your charm whirls with gustsand me,twist and hiss in bliss.where your smile spreads the essenceand free me from the shac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/667715/ I was left in this world alone,no mom and no dad, no heart to love this ladi wish i could find them one day,but...My wish never came true..i ran here and there with bursting fury in my head,no water to drink and no food to eat,i starved like hell and found no place to dwelli crossed rivers,followed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/575759/ "I sit on the bench at cross roads  ..."thousands pass bybut I sit with your dreamsdays and nights i sigh my heart i hear it screamsno more tears for youas gallons washed through.."I sit on the bench at cross roads...waiting for you...some sit beside me and listen to my pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kris1290/573820/