

Wounded EagleA wounded eagle pears through the fog for a perch, yet the mist and gray skies yield no solitude. A tear accompanies his peaceful ascent. He flies to heaven, but his tear forever stains the land.Wounded Eagle


The RoseRoses are red cuz of all the blood thats been shed trying to hold on to their beauty. And perhaps you prescribe to thatThe Rose
Under medicated state of mind that brings those thoughts to bear. I know what its like to bleed the rose red. Lifes hard, so listen up.
I wont go down with the, world I wont go down with the, economy I wont go down with, all thats conspiring against me. The waves and thralls of a mothers sadness, the madness in my fathers work ethic, the unrelenting fits of self-discrimination, Als


AngerI reach to touch the hand of a loving mother and find instead anothers glare. A demon like the ones from childhood nightmares, She reaches back to comfort meAnger
but her hand is wrinkled and cracked and bleeding from neglect.
Her face is scarred and bitter towards the world, every moment anticipating a blade in her back from the torments of the past, from the torments of the ones who loved her.
Her heart is twisted in agony, Sagging like her breasts, lagging like her will and strength. She who bore me bears an unbearable burden on a soul that


A Carpenter's DaughterA Carpenter's DaughterA Carpenter's Daughter
This memory song is late in coming. The joiner was broken before his work was complete; the hammer is silent now. The saw and the rule are dusty with age, his workbench torn out two summers past, but I still remember the smell of pinesap and resin and roofing tar. I am a carpenter’s daughter.
My father created cavalries of wood, sawhorses to hold steady the workday load. These rigid chargers of lumber, emblazoned with chalk dust, like fierce warpainted steeds. His children rode reckless like savages on mounts of sticky white pine
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find the bars; escape captivity.
Happy writing.
~007-BloodyAlaizabel
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*007-WriteOff - Not such a crazy idea after all.
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YEAH BABY!
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:If life throws you lemons...THROW EM BACK! Or make pie...
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PARANOID.
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yu gots to b fuckin kiddin me man! ☆☆
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yu gots to b fuckin kiddin me man! ☆☆
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yu gots to b fuckin kiddin me man! ☆☆
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玉
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May the fire from my pen scorch the skin of hades.
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