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Days have grown long, and this body seems to feel the ticks of the clock on my mind, my mind is blank yet words seems to swirl around in my head and yet does not seem to connect to make words or sentences. The week’s toll seems to be burdens on my life and soul and yet my mind wonders to a glimpse of times when words seem to flow like the blue crystal streams of a majestic mountain. My mind cloudy yet fragmented with darkness, solitude, and remorse. Yet a path in which a soul seems to travel is unknown and unclear for the next division of the path leads to deeper in the woods or away to the rolling wheat fields of the big sky country.

Memories of youth twisted and feared come into play a lot, the ghosts of the past seem to filter in my mind and the locks on the big wooden doors do not seem to hold back these demons. Yet I do not know how long I can I hold them in , I write puzzles on pages that hint to the clues, yet to unleash the demons means the past could not fill the pages of any book known. These demons housed for so long I thought they would vanish from my mind. The deaths I have seen, the stories of pain and hurt, yet they haunt me to write on the pages of this time.

I shall come back and view these thoughts and try to put some reasoning on this twisted soul, yet tiredness from the week as drain what life I have today. I think I shall rest today and try to find joy tomorrow whether in thoughts of things that had been pictures still fading in my mind. Or maybe I shall drive tell I see the sunset where ever it may be.

Realism is filled with sorrow and pain. Friendship is earned and never given freely for i been hurt to much to allow society with its vines venture into my realm. I am but just words of the heart nothing more. An art of illusion of twisted words filled with passion and life. I allow others so close and promise nothing for i am what you see. A mirror shows no illusion just the distorted truth of what we want to see. If we feel insure about ourselves we will see the imperfections and nothing more. Our minds dwell on what the mind has shown us as flaws. No matter your weight , shortness or what they are ours to own. Others see the beauty no matter what and see past societies theme of perfection. A dream is just dream yet given a change it becomes a nightmare. Take my words for this is all i have to give.

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HauntingWords
02:34 May 26 2015

Ahh.. but dear Sir.. it is the words that are far more valuable than anything else. Words breathe life into a rotted soul~

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Today has been filled with sadness for it was my moms birthday. A year has passed since she joined the angels. I wanted to call her yet my mind snapped to the realism i cannot. A feeling of sorrow soon filled my heart. Thanks to friends for trying to perk me up. Yet the lonely work hours my mind flys back to my parents who are no longer here. Guilt of leaving when young to avoid the drinking and troubles. Yet deprived of the life that might have been. I do miss you both and cherish the time we did have. Rest and know i send my love to you both.

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moonwitchrising
07:19 May 21 2015

For you a single kiss.

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MoonSong
23:30 May 21 2015

This is sad, I am so sorry, I know it must be hard. *hugs*

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Thoughts in words come with passion and yet struggle For they can make a heart sing and break it into two. For the magic of story telling draws the audience into the story seeing the fable thats brought to them by words. For society has banned the thoughts of the artist for it will betray the culture of now. So how do we write and create without the passion in ones heart?

The web of life is fragile under the emotional state of what it clings. For lies, deception will tatter the frays that bind it to the walls of the columns of life. For the blackened heart of life creates cracks in the fine silken threads we call home. Those who think they know the inner workings of me are not even given a glimpse into the blackened vault that is hid from society and friends. An evil so vile that if released would shatter the mirror of society and its paths that I have traveled. The ghosts of the past imprisoned for they have once drained this soul almost to death. Locked up and hid and shunned to let not in my place of solitude. I am me, I can be nothing less or more, friendship that is given is given to protect and entice the will to write and dram and create. I value those who I call friends, yet blackened paths that miss guide this soul will be turned away from and not travel again. A vow I take to myself to veer from the path that harms and devours my essence. Death calls too many times for me to worry about the dramas of others. I am me; I am or cannot be anything else, a friend, and a helper to create the passions hid in your soul.

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moonwitchrising
20:47 May 18 2015

Do not be turned away from the moonwitch for she values who you are and who you hide. For if you let the drains of society erase the intimacy we shared then it is a sadness unbearable.



When in another dimension that is cloaked in words of passion there is no competition no judgment no victory or failure. Just truth in the words we share. Don't be disillusioned by what others think or feel.



If you go back into the shadows I hope you find a light so bright you will glow effortlessly from the soul.



It will be until we meet again for to you I can never say goodbye.

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How can this wolf be so timid in societies ever crushing embrace. For i feel like a timid mouse when situations come up. For is it the reoccurring pains if life before. For if humanity has burdened me with so much pain thru my life, i fear hurt and treason against my well being. For the moon has given this wolf a new life as days of youth. Yet society plunges in to make sure it hides the moon behind its smokey white veil. A passion of beauty and enlightenment the moon has given. that sometimes i dream of closing my eyes and being lost within its folds of fantasy i sometimes wish to stay. Never to wake to the cruel mundane life that destiny has given me Yet i push on only to find the path i want

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moonwitchrising
16:19 May 14 2015

Timidity or loyalty, the path you chose is the right one. Society can't damn the humble. Be proud and brave and believe the moon will ever rise each night. And when it fades in the light of day it will be waiting for its time again.

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To peer into the blue eyes of destiny is the reflection of the soul, to reach inside and feel the soul, thru the warming breathe, thru touch of velvet skin and for the longing of the cold nights and the warmth that covers my inner peace. A realm only the gods could only imagine yet is the eyes a reflection of a mirror and the souls wants and needs. Or is it the inner beauty of the flower that unfolds for the bee to taste its sweet nectar.

We seldom in life’s crazy design, do we find the inner peace we search for but haunts us in the days of the clocks ever moving arms. For is it out of reach or is it in the plans for the future and what it holds. My past memories I have hid in the closed doors of mind, which haunt me like scrooges Christmas carol. My thoughts guiding me yet I weary of their toil. For the worlds mischievous ways seem to mock me and unrest my soul. For the words that cling to the pages stir the unbridle passion of desire and life that sometimes I forget that was once in me. For words create an illusion of pain and love, words describe the wants we desire to feel upon our weary bodies and the insight of the passions we hope to achieve. Small remarks of life yet given in free words on what they want create the desire to live and breathe once again. Write be free, create your illusion for it will take you to the ends of the earth and back. Describe your wants and passions for than words will the fill the earth with the art we as mortals once knew.

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moonwitchrising
08:00 May 09 2015

Take from those what you need and give what you can

Expect nothing give everything. It is all we can do.

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HauntingWords
20:26 May 09 2015

Tis the sweet passion of words that keep the fires within the soul burning the brightest~

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Into the night we venture. For it is the land without the light not giving us an illusion of the clingy grasp of society. Twisted words or beliefs we seem to be drawn into. I try to inspire for more, give love ,write love and feel emotional solitude that we reach for and grasp to hold. For my world is twisted with fantasy and belief to show my heart and not to trap souls of those who drawn to it. For humanities words become twisted in meaning and confuses this wolf. It becomes puzzles i wish or ignore to face. For my inner self is timid and shy; only the harshness of my outside i show. Sometimes i wish to lay down and sleep for good so the troubles i create or the worlds brash tone will not bother me no more. But i push on longing and timid like a mouse. Into the night we venture not knowing where we go but following the moon and the heavens we dream of.

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moonwitchrising
18:58 May 07 2015

In a split reality we travel through. Finding joy when we can. Love when we dare and existing as necessary.

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How can this wolf be so bewitched by words. For it creates a cascading passion in my soul. For i long to feel the warmth of the soul that has enticed me. I want to taste the pure ness of her skin and the scent that lays upon her beauty. For forsaken by realism do we venture into our dreams to escape the cruel world of fact. But rely on fiction to help our days move faster to the lingering night. For than our dreams become the reality in our souls. When we look into the mirror do we only see the masks that smile in a upset world or do we peer into the crystal blue eyes of the earth and see love and hope and passion. For our children our friends and the love that has taken our breathe away. For i wish to climb thru the mirror to the realm in which my dreams are touchable. Now i sit wait and know the time will pass to enjoy the visions my mind plays everyday.

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moonwitchrising
18:51 May 06 2015

The secrets of a transcendent world are of a pure and naked exposure. Were we not veiled in the protection of its sanctity would be so honest and true?



Every day life precludes the imagination and creates the mundane. It is not painful necessarily, it is predictable. So when we invite our imaginations into this dream we find excitement, adventure, sensuality, sexuality, lust and love. Is it any less real in our reaction to them?



The moon had dedicated herself to the wolf. Through the mirror or beyond..the feelings are the same. Should the wolf cross the realm the moon would welcome him without asking him to leave behind the safety of his human reality.



She longs for his breath on her skin. His lips on hers. But the words he expresses to her fill her with the passion of his heart. It is enough for now and forever. The mundane would be unsatisfactory to both.

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Oodelollie
06:08 May 07 2015

HAVE YOU CONSIDERED BUYING HER A GIANT TEDDY BEAR?

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UpirLikhyj
06:23 May 07 2015

I'm sorry... but when one attempts to paint pictures with words, it helps immensely to first learn what the big words used actually mean. Punctuation and grammar go a long way, as well. Nothing takes one out of the "painting" faster than a "painter" who poorly uses and barely understands their chosen vocabulary.



And especially in such an instance as this... yes, best to go with the giant teddy bear. ;)

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moonwitchrising
06:38 May 07 2015

Should I ask for a teddy bear? Have I offended ?

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moonwitchrising
06:39 May 07 2015

Should I ask for a teddy bear? Have I offended ?

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cadrewolf
06:48 May 07 2015

Upir



Sometimes grammar and punctuation is hard when words fill your mind and you try to put them out as fast as they come. My friend your words are always inspiring. Yet i write like i feel. So words come and later i come back to edit. A flaw this wolf may have.

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For the mind creates the illusions of life that many of us dare to belong, For the real world has cascaded over our souls creating a barrier in which many cannot break free. I choose to break the boundaries of the mundane life and create the unlimited boundaries of showing the influence of words and emotions. An art I have come to know from the words I have written on the pages of my life. I give it freely if I choose to let you in thru the perimeter I have set around my body to defend from cruelty that humans give, I show you my fantasies of my mind when I choose to open its locked doors from the meaningless flight of society in its concrete vaults.

I give love and ask for nothing in return, I show you love thru the words dripping from the pages of fantasies I create to show my emotional orgasm in dreams. Yet I shy yet am protected from the mistrust of past virus that has plagued me. For if words can create an illusion in the mind so clear that the body’s emotional state heightens and churns than love is shown and kept. For I do love yet only express in words not in the real society for the fears of hurt and collapse would bring me to an altar state I wish not to bring back from the tears of the past.

This wolf does walk alone yet clings to the fantasies of the moon in its silken light, yet I wander for this time waiting watching for the time to capture the purity of the dreams which I do hold in my soul and heart. This wolf has been guided by its spirit from the days of old and protects itself from the hunters and game that will harm my existence on mother earth. I fear someday the walls of the woods will collapse and I shall have the inner fortitude to find the path I choose, yet now I sit and wait for a time, little or long to hold the dreams my mind bounces to daily.

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moonwitchrising
20:34 May 05 2015

A single slow tear slid down her cheek. A brave smile and she faded into the night. Awaiting his call to him

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Words have the power to draw others in. Yet i give words from the heart. It is what keeps me sane. Yet words can be twisted in meaning yet me i have trouble in this meaning for words given i seldom lack the confidence to understand them for trust is a big aspect in life for my trust is seldom given. For words speak of love they are lies in many forms that look for aid take to use against you. If i call you friend i have let down my guards and pulled you in. For if the moon is hidden behind clouds does it still continue to shine and guide this wolf. For to undress its beauty and shave off the mist that surrounds its folds will the moon shine and not hide. Yet i am weary from all the hurt and mistrust of so called friends or leeches of years past. I must venture to see the moon, yet i am stuck running in the woods as a wolf does. Longing to reach the moons beauty. Someday i shall call and be there. But now i must walk the plains of earth tell we meet

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moonwitchrising
18:51 May 05 2015

Let your journey be no alone. Fill your heart. Search not in vain but in truth. Fear not that which you don't fully understand for when you are ready it will unfold its mystery and bring forth a new vision of life and love.



When you meet the moon...it will be yours for the taking

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