

Scent of PineTemptation beckons, Silent as an apple blossom, Just a scent in the air, Leading me astray.Scent of Pine
Wondering from the sun, Into the shaded wilderness, I shed my innocence, In the blood of the stag.
Fallen and redeemed, In the eyes of the moon, A soft light shifting, Creating within me more.
Ever waxing and waning, Through this life I've stumbled, Wanting nothing more than love, In the darkness of the evergreen.
Touched by Demon's

Held WithinI want to rage at the world, But I sit without uttering a word, Watching while things twist and turn, Their edges shredding, Until all things are obscure.Held Within
Sight without seeing, Is in the hearing of thought, Does the plot grab hold, And lead you through? Or will it yank you forward, To lose you with a surprise ending?
I ponder as I sit, Holding in my thoughts, I'm not sure I like the way, My life is writing out, I wish I could will it away, But I'm firmly caught.
Spin me tight in my emotions, So that I have no outlet
Devious Comments
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pixelwitch
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Lee Anne Kortus
I dream my paintings, then I paint my dreams. ~Vincent van Gogh
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- beanpop -
"All happenings have seemed to fit together just perfectly to imply that at least some orchestration is taking place and with just enough friction to ensure that we are reminded of the delicacy of the situation."
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If you do nothing else, dream. For isn't life about being led astray to find something delightful?
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If you do nothing else, dream. For isn't life about being led astray to find something delightful?
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- beanpop -
"All happenings have seemed to fit together just perfectly to imply that at least some orchestration is taking place and with just enough friction to ensure that we are reminded of the delicacy of the situation."
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