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[ytonell]

Late Night

She painted her way with teardrops acrylics and sweat. Regret gripping her fingers as the story hardened beneath her grasp. Time falls and beauty fades. She who is trapped within the canvas of depression searches for a new brush. Hoping somehow to paint her way out. ~YTonell #poetry

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Kisses placed in darkness hold the most secrets.

Diary of Snow, Crimson Memories

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As she falls into oblivion Alice hears her heart breaking Whispers unhinged all reason As death becomes home ~ytonell

[ytonell]

"He was the Moon and I the Owl staring hauntingly into her lovers eyes."

An excerpt: 'Dark Crystals'

[ytonell]

Close to you is all I want to be. Here at this moment when despair consumes my soul. Hold me one last time.

~YTonell

[llenoty]

LOVE

[llenoty]

Sketches of old. How I love ink

[ytonell]

Mahogany & Midnight

I saw you in the rain. As the reign of a black man became seen as pain. Mahogany cloaked and driven under the seige of stars. Walking lonely on that haunted night. A memory of freedom as he took those reins. Caught the hand that once held the whip and bled so beautifully. Holding strength in his jaw. Honor in his heart and Victory in his eyes. He was stone. Rained upon but never weakened. Mahogany cloaked. Endlessly driven. Built with the gold of ebony stardust and the oil of the redeemer encasing his soul. He is the statue of love. Light. Power and possibilities. Shadowed by the poison injected into our minds. Flowing through society as we as a people become those mindless, useless, uneducated monkeys hate perceives us to be. I saw you as the Lion. A protector. A guide to walk side by side with me through life as I am as a woman also stereotyped. Beaten. Belittled and neglected. I see you painted steel. Hand of the father. Owner of the rib which so preciously holds me together. I see you man. Mahogany. Strength. Love. Light. Black. Beautiful…

~copyrighted: YTonell 2016