Articles written by Josiah Franco

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Mourning: 5 of 11

Gently she breathes, at peace with this passing, and her unrelenting heart is beating no more. Slowly she turns. She turns into ashes. As the sun eats up her skin she fades from my mind. Tombstones reflecting the glass in your eyes. And I think of your face as it was. And I lie on the ground and I listen for you but I only h...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Childhood memories: 6 of 8

I'm a pirate at sea, and I think of you and me. And I know you're not there, and even if you are you just wouldn't care. And I've been looking all around. But still you're nowhere to be found. There's got to be a place to hold your hand, but it's probably on dry land...on dry land. Been to every little town; old saloons are ...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Stress: 6 of 6

Maybe there's nothing but nothing and emptiness. I wouldn't know I'm still so inexperienced. Let me know what keeps you afloat. Say there's a time when you just can't be big enough. All of your problems have started to pile up. What would you-advise me to do? Would you just walk away then come back when you're ready to talk?...