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Daisies
Jack Allen

Going out to be somewhere when
Everything begins to clear and I
Remember how we would... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/411 Tue, 04 Jan 2005 13:19:34 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/412/t/The-Old-Man-In-Rags.html Jack Allen

Life played the Grand Ball Opera for me. And I let it. It didn’t mean so much when it started, but I let it get out of hand, and it doubled back on me, like a traitor, like cold blue Jack Frost. And I let it.

It wasn’t fair, what happened to me. I deserved a better deal. You see, I’m a petty panhandler and part-time shoplifter. I never caused any real bad trouble for anybody. And I never wanted to neither. Ever since I was a little boy in... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/412 Tue, 23 Nov 2004 10:19:21 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/413/t/Elemental-Reward-LKH-Wiccan-inspired-.html
Sleep, dear fey,
Children and guardians of the air,
Keepers of the trees.

Fear not for your tasks undone;
Trust in and imbibe thy faith
To The deciples of the Goddess.

The world maintained by her will,
Its people guided by her gentle hand.

Sleep, dear fey,
Sentinels of Eternity,
Bringers of Serenity.

Peace kept... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/413 Tue, 09 Nov 2004 11:48:47 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/414/t/Ode-to-Descecration-poetry.html Misery, non conforming.
Tension building- As I fall into a hole.

Mind racked for theories
Soul Searching memories
Hobbled spiritualy-
Descecration emminent.

Maching to a foreign land
Strung along, eclectic band.
Wails of songs echoed in-
A symphony undone.

Lead lined breathless decision-
Guilty of ragged precision.
Heavy heart weighs
Rampant thoughts explode.

Solitude, nary worser fate
Time wasted, jumbled... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/414 Tue, 19 Oct 2004 23:49:47 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/415/t/Black-and-White.html

Black and White


Part 1

She lay in the corner of the room after a long night of pain both mental and physical, she was still trying to blame herself for it all, still try to convince herself that the pain would never leave. The feeling of sinking and tears that will never fall.
"Why?" she thought.
As she thought... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/415 Fri, 01 Oct 2004 13:15:33 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/416/t/Coming.html feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/416 Fri, 10 Sep 2004 20:01:32 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/417/t/Johnny-Tripp-A-Story-about-the-past-.html




A scream. Something high-pitched and echoing, and sugary sweet in her voice. A scream.
She stood there, her hands covered in blood, her mouth dripping in the red liquid.
Who was she? She didn’t know, and no one really could tell you who she was.
She looked around, her eyes taking in the room where she had killed the man at her feet. She walked to the parlor door, and looked back... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/417 Mon, 16 Aug 2004 16:03:52 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/418/t/Tobble-Dobble-and-the-Food-Route.html She sees him standing there, smiling down at her, gently wooing her with his German voice as he softly tells her to come in. She waddles in happily as he sets down before her a gleaming bowl of soft cold ice cream dripping down into the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/418 Sat, 14 Aug 2004 00:07:36 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/419/t/A-whole-pile-of-poetry-.html Life As It Is
Reality comes early when death isn't what it seems-
getting hard to tell the difference between life and all your dreams.
Masked future lies upon a jagged bed of nails-
gone rotten like an apple and often sometimes stale.
Now your life has descentegrated;
like a life, that is now jaded.
Rest your head on my shoulder little child of the stars,
turn your face away as not to show your scars.
Have... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/419 Wed, 11 Aug 2004 18:29:45 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/420/t/As-a-terror-runs-like-blood.html Quick to devour the blood inside with tiny tantilizing licks.

The rancid odor of death is all about-
the smell which turns your stomach inside out.

Repulses most,
Amuses the rest;
Confuses some-
Illudes the best.

A massive inverted star, pointing south of heaven,
young sacrifice squirms about- taboo, unforgiven.

Screams echo all throughout the rooms,
A long jagged knife lowers the boom.

It is... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/420 Wed, 11 Aug 2004 18:26:39 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/421/t/Poetry-The-Hunt-is-On.html
Shotgun loaded
Hounds in a frenzy
The hunt is on.

Riding on white steeds
We are off to find our prey
The monster,
The beast.

A scream is heard from a far
We quicken our pace
An angelic voice is heard in pain.

The monster,
The beast
Will go down for its cruel tactics.

Feeding on the rich
Dining on the poor
That is the survival of it.

We stumble upon the beast
Its prey covered in blood
The... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (SashaFoxx) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/421 Tue, 03 Aug 2004 22:22:42 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/422/t/Poetry-The-Fated-Night.html
One cold, cold night
I had quite a fright
While driving tonight
In that cold, cold night
A large dog crossed my sight.

Without a warning
During the storming
That large dog a whining
I felt quite a pining
And went a gathering.

The dog in my care
I dare not despair
For I shall bear
This burden quite fair
For it is now in my care.

Inside my house
It is quiet as a mouse
For I have no louse
Of a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (SashaFoxx) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/422 Tue, 03 Aug 2004 22:22:07 GMT http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/423/t/Poetry-Hunger-by-Moonlight.html
I lift my face
to feel the grace
of the moon to which I howl
then take a bow.

The shine so bright
of it's light
is all I need
to see while I feed.

Drops of the blood
mingle with the mud
and the tender flesh
is oh, so fresh.

Finally when my thirst is quenched
I find myself drenched
in a flood
of your blood.

feeds@yuku.com (SashaFoxx) http://burntofferingsstoryarchive.yuku.com/topic/423 Tue, 03 Aug 2004 22:21:22 GMT