onti arde u bse
nomg ha rvit iytdaefitm
iuytwosu oj sn t’
sinnk dssntuh ah deaaug dsa os
hyenar rrm do uonce
rig nnreofv eiewtar eerdgi opt:
l o oo, yu l voyuvuyii, oevoe il e
onti arde u bse
nomg ha rvit iytdaefitm
iuytwosu oj sn t’
sinnk dssntuh ah deaaug dsa os
hyenar rrm do uonce
rig nnreofv eiewtar eerdgi opt:
l o oo, yu l voyuvuyii, oevoe il e
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
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...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
A pitch + moodboard event for writers.