Onynix

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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Mother's everywhere

Mother: You hold peace, trueth, and love sacred. You know charity, its virtues are boundless to the understanding heart. Patience is the trade mark of your character and truth is the content of your soul. A mother must be strong enough to bare the weight of the world on her shoulders. Quiet enough... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Why did they require a song

Why Did They Require A Song Blood seeped along in rieulets through the wooden seams under the nails driven through plainks to hold down the deck face, and yet they required a song. Many faces in shame, humilation too deep to explain, naked bodies covered in sweat and pain; Flesh torn in places... Sign in to see full entry.

Twas The Night Fair Queen

Twas the night fair queen, my memory doth recall thy silken touch, fires that raced through under brush and set thy very soul a flame. Harkin to thy inner voice to free the depths and emancipate the prisoner of thy delicate charms. I would hold thy charms none unfettered upon my very heart and claim... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Party of one...To End It (Please Don't)

Party of one…To End it (please don't) I’m tired, life has won; I can’t go on any longer, whatever I touch turns to dust and everything I own I can place in a single bag and not one piece is worth more than fifty dollars. The revolver sits on my dresser, it’s canyon stares back at me like a single... Sign in to see full entry.

Willow

WILLOW Cry, fair tree, tears of the ages, so much you have seen in so short a span of time, remembering the generations that have past, time frozen upon your face, recalled in your limbs. A stolen kiss beneath in the shadows of your branches, the laughter of a child soreing through the morning sky,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wind

Wind Foretell my dreams and send me alone among the rafters, wither so-ever I list, there shall ye find me; Clustered in the schools of the sea, obeying the patterns of an impulsive moon to chase the violent waves toward the arms of shore. I have seen the setting sun I know the locker in which he... Sign in to see full entry.

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