This bubble is no sanctuary
To miss the fantasy outlook
Of younger years is a judgment
This bubble is no sanctuary
To miss the fantasy outlook
Of younger years is a judgment
Why are there so many downs to the ups
But hardly any ups to the downs?
I’ve fallen out
The same way
I fell in: this sentence unfinished
Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
Arranged words
Shared with the world
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
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