Story

The year is 1948 the city is Boston Mass in the neighborhood of the North End lives Billy and his mother...

i dont like god nor religion
i feel the stories strangle me
and take away my freedom....

I can’t read that book anymore.
The pages burn and the words cry
As if ash on ice and...

As a hushed tone of forgetfulness whispered through the crisp frost covered leaves

A man walked...

Today I saw a broken rose,
It's petals all torn and brown,
The colour had faded from the...

It was only so long before she'd break
Scarlett went out and got a gun
Six people had to hurt...

Could this be my swan song, time now for goodbye..
my heart spilled on paper, end the chapters now...

A Very Private Story
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When I was a lad of eleven, on a twilight Summer’s eve;
I sat...

Staring at the stained glass
lost in thought
I think about life
and all the things I'...

You’ll most likely say we were crazy, but this tale’s a “Classical Gas”;
About two lads that had a...

Sit still and listen
What’s to hear?
I’ll tell you if you care to know

The...

Dim lights
Slow nights
These sidewalks seem
So empty this time

Hands in...

There once was a girl alone in the world,
She built up her walls and called it her home.
She...

The paper was empty,
Longing to be used,
Praying a pen would touch,
Describing the...

I'm a boy made out of wood
And with you I know I could
Be painted better than I am now...