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Enchantress by moonwashed, literature

Echo on the Waxing Cold Moon by moonwashed, literature

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Echo on the Waxing Cold Moon

Where are you gone my sweetest friend? Where are your shining eyes and smiling lips? Aries is bright in the heavens and the wind is chill. The night is empty and the world emptier for your absence. How will I ever explain to anyone the feather softness of your laughter that brightened even sunlit rooms beyond imagining? Pictures cannot hold the magic words cannot paint the mystery tears cannot dim the miracle of living in a single moment with you. Death has answered your call as any lover would and swept you away in his dark and sparkling joy. Where have you gone to my sweetest friend? I have no doubt in my Wiccan soul

September Secret by moonwashed, literature

Broken Memories by moonwashed, literature

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Broken Memories

Standing beneath the shelter of the porch just out of the rain the chill still reaches me and dampens my mind and the boxwoods next to the house. The boxwoods smell like stale wet cigarettes the way you used to in the rain. The memory triggered by smell is as sharp and bitter and biting as the oder itself. You never gave a buttoned down damn about me if I wanted to be honest with myself instead of hiding from the truth. You seeped into me like the rain and washed out the best of me and left that bitter smell. That's alright. The sun is coming and someone is coming and both will dry you out of my soul.

Let me go down in silence by moonwashed, literature

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Let me go down in silence

Let me go down in silence small and alone seeking to to be remembered but forgotten by all but God who shall justly decide what fame is mine. The praises and curses fairly leveled or unfairly flung will be shaken and measured on the scales of truth beneath His eyes. Of darkness and foolishness I have sewn more than my share Of humility and kindness far too little and often too late. His hand will divide the gold from the dross His judgment will be final His decision in accordance with His mercy. But know this.. One shining pearl will far outweigh the lot. One silent star will gleam in the darkness of my life p

What shall I say of you? by moonwashed, literature

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What shall I say of you?

When the leaves fall and the wind grows colder what shall I say of you? When the days are shorter and tinged with snow and the frost lies heavy on the stubbles of corn what shall I say of you? I have thought it through in sunlight and shadow in moonlight and starlight and cannot bring my mind my heart to anything but loving you. Some would say be angry bitter curse and shout. But all the while I ask myself over and over if asked by someone else what shall I say of you? I found a strand of your hair on the shoulder of my shirt. Can you believe I kept it safe and sound where none will ever see. When Christmas comes aga

Recalling April P. by moonwashed, literature

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Recalling April P.

There are no lights up there anymore. You don't walk the floors after midnight or haunt the darkened deck before dawn. You opted out, you chose to end your life. I understand it. You lived with the disease eating away taking your health one precious day at a time. It stole your mind your love your children your sanity and finally your hope. You drove us all away in the end. You couldn't stand what you were becoming and what you were unbecoming. Your tears were yours alone silent and unobserved. I can hurt for you and cry in silence for your despair but I'm really crying selfish tears for the loss of you in my life.

I'm Not Laughing by moonwashed, literature

The Lights are Off by moonwashed, literature

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The Lights are Off

Before I'd turn on the lights in the evening at sunset hoping you would see and come up the way you did before to see me in the evening. I'd see you in the dusk your supple body swaying through the darkness toward my doorstep toward my waiting arms and my soul would give that silent leap of joy. You found someone else to keep you company in the starlight hours. You forgot me. I waited night after night with the lights on until late. You never came. Now at sunset I never turn the lights on. My heart doesn't break that way. I won't be looking out the windows every little while for your shadow in the yard. I won't be wai

In Deep Regret by moonwashed, literature

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In Deep Regret

Where it broke the ragged burning edge of my tattered soul is a large and knotted scar. Do you remember wherever you are those sweet hot nights skin to skin beneath the covers the first frozen fury February nights launched against us? Do you remember wrapped in each other the blankets only trappings as we lay oblivious to all but the laughter the needing the all eclipsing fire we made within ourselves? In the late winter night the ice creaks moaning with the cold like the mattress beside me like the empty space no one could fill but you. We learn in bitter swallows from the darkened draughts our foolish hearts bre

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Truth in advertising by moonwashed, literature

Waiting in a milder hell by moonwashed, literature

The Better Part of Valor by moonwashed, literature

How Shall I Hold You by moonwashed, literature

More than Penetration by moonwashed, literature

The Mercenary Heart by moonwashed, literature

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The Mercenary Heart

Mercenary Heart Battle ground, tumble down smoldering smokes of hell the hot remains lie steaming in the rubble where they fell.. Such is the silent unseen scene of lives ripped all apart leaving only one to blame The mercenary heart. Across the blasted wastes of days there lies a ravaged scene upon stark landscapes of the mind where only two have been.. and of these two, one wrought the blast that tore this world apart the mindless blundering villain the mercenary heart. Beneath a cairn of frozen tears across a sea of rage lies the tortured, broken soul first cornered on this stage.. the first soul raped by careless spit

Partaking of the Dew by moonwashed, literature

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Obsessive Compulsive Disco by Self-Intoxication, literature

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Obsessive Compulsive Disco

There is a little boy I know. He likes the color red, so much so that he will cut open his arms to see it shine. His birthstone is garnet, and his hair is black. He is afraid of airplanes. Not because he is afraid of dying, but because he is afraid each time, that he left his heart behind. And that's harder to check than baggage. Stop touching yourself. I saw him one day, running up the stairs, his innocent hands full of money. And he was smiling. But it wasn't because of the money. He wore a yellow shirt that day. During the day, he keeps his heart in a box, and when he goes to school, he leaves it in his closet. He c

Of External Bleeding by illecebrosajane, literature

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Of External Bleeding

His fingers are winding through my hair again Tugging violently as he is steadying himself. Sweat beading on his forehead As he thrusts harder, deeper This pain doesn't seem to end. The agony and the ecstacy Or something like that I'm having diffculty remembering the quote Because it's hard to focus When his teeth sink into my flesh. My back arches as he comes into me again. Hands everywhere, fumbling to find a hold Like a rock climber who has run out of holds He'll fall. He'll fall like the others. But he won't fall in love with me. He doesn't love me. I am just his plaything for the moment But I don't care All I want is fo

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Without Lament by moonwashed, literature

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Without Lament

Where I have been there were no roads no well worn paths to travel by no guiding footsteps past the dangers no gentle voice filled with understanding no interest in my fumbling searches no hand to help in my struggles or troubles. And so I leapt from precipice to precarious precipice of understanding many times flawed often times unclear in hopes of finding my way. I did not claim to know my way never denying I could not see the fits and turns the convolutions I took the mistakes and failings all of this I claim as my own. It finally took a twist of fate a loss so great that I was forced to contemplate all that I had

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Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: Upstate South Carolina
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Jazz, Celtic classic rock
Favourite photographer: Liliana Sanches
Operating System: A Model Ford with an Onboard Commadore 64
Favourite cartoon character: Snaggle Puss
Personal Quote: Life is a bitch in a barbed wire dress, begging to be kissed, and she knows you can't resist.

Favourite Visual Artist

Monet

Favourite Movies

Cassablanca

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Celtic, Enya, Evanescence, Wupscutt

Favourite Writers

EE Cummings

Favourite Games

Quake

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Wicca, Poetry, Magic, Vampires, writing

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moonwashed

Apr 23, 2008

Poppa died today.

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It seems these things just keep coming in groups. Poppa died today at 2:49.  The cancer had come back as predicted, aggressive and rapid, but merciful in the fact that it didn't make things harder. I have to say that I've been expecting this on another level, and had resigned myself to it. Just a picture to carry in my mind - one I will leave here for another day to remember.. When he was a boy Poppa used to walk at to the cemetery next door to his home to read beneath the shade tree.  He found hours of peace and quiet there and liked that spot better than any other for just collecting his thoughts and making up his mind. We discovered t

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moonwashed

Apr 13, 2008

Cemetery Rain

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The death of a close friend is always painful.  Knowing that a disease or ailment is slowing stealing them away is hard to face, but real friends never abandon each other even in the darkest times. Add to that the shock that comes when you realize your friend couldn't bear the pain and illness anymore, and has taken her own life to end the torment. Her time was drawing near, and she couldn't endure the pain anymore. I understand that.  I understood it when it came.  To be honest I was able to prepare for her eventual passing in a sick bed.  I was simply, selfishly stunned when she had the courage to stand up and be the independent and free

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moonwashed

Nov 26, 2002

Learning to trust

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   Standing in Your Smile You.  Every facet, every side, every moment spent with you makes me reel.  What will it be like to finally hold you? You find me held by your voice, hanging on words you whisper. How helpless will I be under your hands? There are still spaces in me no one has ever touched; spaces I reserve for you alone. I have no stories to tell, no games to play, no reason to be anything but yours. We have been each of us to the same hell by different roads and emerged by the same path.  We know what it takes to be more than passing in the night. I see it in you and hope you see it in me.  I know you are afraid. So am I,

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Self-Intoxication

Apr 26, 2008

Thank you very much. I'm flattered.

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Apr 10, 2003

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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