

Down the Trail of TearsNeyuton woke up earlier than usual, before the sun had even begun to shed it's warming light over the sleeping Chickasaw village. Though he tried, the excited young man couldn't get back to sleep. With a quick glance around his small hut, he pushed his sleeping furs off his body and rose. He stretched in the pre-dawn chill, feeling his muscles warm up from their long rest. Getting dressed, his thoughts inadvertently strayed to Ah-to-ka, the woman he loved. The woman, whom today, was going to marry him. A large smile spread over his bronzed skin. Today was going to be a joyous day.Down the Trail of Tears
An hour later, when the sun


Nature's TouchWrapped in Nature's arms, alone I sit and think of mixed-up lives and shadowed eyes, of things that slowly sink.Nature's Touch
Dripping from my tattered clothes was water, sweet and pure, singing songs of life and love of which would be my cure.
I raised my head to drink the rain, tasting tastes of light and cheer, to take from me the dark and grey, to shed forgotten tears.
Then to my knees I fell, giving praise to those above, to stormy clouds and foggy shrouds, to those who showed me love.
Alive again, I wept for joy, relieved


Velvet FilthSatin, silk, velvet filth. See you there, a blackened corpse, wisps of smoke, burning flesh. Fuck you too, you dirty whore. Don't roll your eyes or look away. Don't say a word, if it's a lie. Feel the heat, taste the flame. You're trapped within a fiery hell. You've become Satan's bitch, his eternal slave. I hear your screams, your cries for help. But no one will answer, nobody's there but me. You never cared, you never loved. And there I was, ensnared, poisoned, entranced with the lies yoVelvet Filth


Forget-Me-Not"Forget-Me-Not", I heard them whisper as I walked among the dead. Broken bones and fading groans pierced my shattered soul. A milky sky I saw above, shedding sacred tears. Forgotten cheers and locked-up fears hovered very near.Forget-Me-Not
Step by step my journey went, through blackened fields and burning hills. Wisps of smoke reached towards the sky, like children to their ma. Still I walked, defying sleep, searching for some hope, that's all. And then a sight that brought me joy: A single flower, small and frail, standing tall amidst the ruins,
Yes, I am spamming your page with love.
I hope that your Cringle day was awesome and that you had the bestest Yule aaaaaaaand that you get nekkie on the eve of the new year....well maybe not but I hope that all your celebratory days are the bestest of the best!
Lots of love from me! Angie!
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