All Posts 2017
The Outsider
Edited by Stephanie Bachman Pratio never recovered from the assault of the Regent of The Wretched. On the coast near the Windy Mountains sat
Comeback
Mary. Drinking all the time. Drunk all my wine. She’s getting hot and bothered. Sunny, you ain’t no soldier boy, rifles aren’t a toy. Just
Comfort
You and I don’t know what to do, people fretting about the world anew. Close your eyes. We are stuck like sticks in the mud,
Truth
I wrote a song about girls And what they mean to me Like a long winter Interrupted with a day of spring I don’t like
I Hear Them
Settle down I want you to hear this. I want to set a fire as I touch your lips. You complain and I tell you
Confessions
If I should decide for you, with all the violence, that stands between. You hold your youth. Like the knives you are hiding. If I
Guilty
Something foolish, something crude, something to start a new. Something echoes and rip through the chords, and I don’t want to stand a minute with
Violence of the Sun
In the moonlight, there’s only moonlight, reflecting the violence of the sun. You look to your yard, and see the blood, although it appears quite
The Book Of Love
It’s been a year now. What should I do? Life is so absent. All work no, light of day. I keep a journal, of said
Weddings
It was a million, miles away from here. A soft sound, but enough to make its reach. Spark to the fire, but enough to engulf
Grave of Flowers
Please tell me, there is something, that is better than this. Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss. And with
Pretenders
They see you cross, into the movies, while I stumble. You defeat waves, of lucid, lullabies I see you wave, in famedom, as I wonder
Muffled
The pleas of their screams were coarse and heavy, but then I knew not, of what to do. Think of the things, that are cold