Horror, Hillbillies, and Humor!
Days are gone Days are gone Bleeding reminiscence Days are gone Days are gone Far beyond remembrance If the dream should shatter If the memory should fade Welcome to my world Only dream of better days Take the theory from your heart Take the hope from your mind Remove the guise of logic …
Where did you go my friend? Why won’t this sadness end? When did those dreams expire? Why did those feelings retire, And leave me alone to burn on the pyre? I know yesterday lied, Said the feeling was denied. When did the world become so cruel? I’m still the jester’s favorite fool. When …
I carried my torch without the flame, Never said I wanted to be in the game. If I soared all the skies above, How long could I fly without love? Found myself holding with open arms, Thought the talisman was real, not just a charm. A piece of gold could never control, The things I’d …
So the sun set early today, Saw your reflection in the water, by the way. Laughing and smiling through space and time, It’s a shame it ended and you crossed that line. Just one thing I will always know, How much you loved me before you let go. They say it always rains when …
It was a bright and blinding day as I watched the old man toil, Giving light and air to long forgotten soil. He shoveled and he smiled, for he was the only one, Who knew where I was, and I was not alone. For he was my companion, the only one to see, The specter …
When you owe so much more than you can pay, When you find your soul mate just died yesterday. When you search all your life for a beautiful dream, And when you catch a star they leave the scene. It’s another night where anxieties rule. There’s a masquerade going, and you are the fool. It’s …
You were from the past of someone else, I became so quickly changed. You wore such a friendly face, I knew I would never be the same. Only searched for your face and your name, So vulnerable to you, and so afraid of change. When I could only see you at a distance, I …
Chorusing through the night, With heart and soul held nearby, The shining spirits of mere refrain, Come round to see you again. See through the disguise, Look into their eyes, Can you see the shadows hidden among those things? The ghost, the specter, the spirits on calmer wings? The veil draped upon you, An alabaster …
I read my first Stephen King novel when I was 13, not appropriate reading material for the age, no, but I was not a particularly normal 13-year-old. I also started writing at 13. Coincidence? To this day, I’m still not sure. My very first “adult” novel was Phantoms by Dean R. Koontz. Needless to say, …
Do you think you need to be rich to start professional writing? Do you believe you need a college degree and a stocked home office? If so, you will be surprised to see how much you can accomplish even on a minor budget. Writers go about their professional progress on a daily basis with no …