The Onionthere was once a boorish troll who lived in an old, bitter onion. this onion had grown old and rotten, and it smelled like cat feces and tea tree oil.The Onion
with care, he opened the door of the onion, trying not to mess up any of the rotten fibers. you see, my dear, this beast thought that his onion was the most beautiful onion in the world. it was his treasure, his sanctuary. with clean hands and an open heart, he pruned the old onion for dirt within its layers, and mold within its core.
unfortunately, not everyone else in the world could see his onion through that beautiful, kaleidoscopic eyeglass of his.
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SandboxesCharming days, the sun was out. Pouting? Not like I was. I felt trapped inside a box, And there I lay.Sandboxes
The trees were blue; my face was green, Young? I was, indeed. But big sis had to watch me pout, And make me play.
There were torchlights in the sky, Darkness? Not in modern days. And the sun behind the trees, Made sand turn gray.
I was young, words didn’t matter, Freedom? Didn’t know it yet, Felt, still, I was in a box, To my dismay.
So swings swung back and forth so slow, Swingers? They’d been gone
March 1, 1999Some people remember soccer games, Shopping for clothes and tea being brewed, A new pair of shoes with bright shoelaces, And food court food.March 1, 1999
If I had a memory of ten years past, Sharing it with my own flesh and blood, I’d see shades of gray in my head, Quarters in the gutter.
Holding on for the next big score, Or getting sick and belching Techni- Color’s racing through my head, Red and blue.
Losing your shoelaces never felt Like losing your entire life, Only a year alone, tied up With sacrifice.
A year without
Six Word Life StoriesI'm just here for the party.Six Word Life Stories
I'll call you up in hell..
I'm so used to being blind.
StarsStars Patrick RenieStars
I’m sitting, alone, in my bedroom. It’s 9:32 p.m. Outside, it’s just dark enough to validate the use of headlights. The stars are visible, but are too dim to see without squinting. I sigh, breathing in the chilly air. The silence is cruel, not even permitting a droning tone for my ears in its stead. All I can hear is a throbbing, pulsing rhythm that only reminds me of how truly empty the night is.
A year ago, the stars were brighter, illuminating the infinite depths of the sky. Even if we had to turn on the head
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No Kidding?
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♥ Ashley Christian
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