Submissions by KristenSAS

Kristen: little gifts after work..
Admitedly, his gaze slows down my walk...
It always starts dat way...
Or maybe some other way..

Bronze: you need more dress...
More time to winddown the stress...
Your sister needs to know...
You are leaning and its starting to show...

Kristen: of course she is my sister..
She knws i'm not a babysitter..
But it is the husband who seems to care..
Seen that my dress is almost wear...

Bronze: after work i wil get you adress..
But in it, she look less obese...
'wifey your sister is...

she heared the Whirling sound,
Frozen
she felt the trickling warmth
Broken
under the sheet she searches for her mind
lost and hidden
she pulled her heart
Shreds
she held her mind
Deformed

she heared the sound
Loud
she held her head
Falling
curled to ball,
Shivering

she felt the cold
not in her bones
but her withering soul
she leaps to her reflection
The girl she is stares back
In hysteria she shrinks
curled at the floor of her shadow

Bring me back to my light
Pleads
Bring me...

God Lives Only in MY momma's Hand

I cant find Him in the politics
And all they do , these political derelicts
I cant find him in the four years promises
Ofcourse we know its lies
In all their propagandas
And the decree " i am for the masses'
Rising the spirit of lasses
Hoping in hope
Bloody murderers
These promises are thick ropes
Set to leave it dangling
All our hopes.

I cant find him in these dumb fanatics
These people should be dumbed in the attics
Coldest coldest meanest of attics
Pawns of the derelicts...