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Oh, How I wish... by paint-my-sleep, literature

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Oh, How I wish...

Oh, how I wish I was a mountain bride On uncharted hills so deep and wild Cavern gems I wear to wed Then a bed of posies for our heads Underneath the snow caps, safe we dwell To await the break of winter's spell Oh, how I wish I was a mountain bride To have whispered to nature and it reply Oh, how I wish I was a sailor's bride Married above the rising tide With salty currents in my hair And his love a riptide for my heart to despair He leaves me on the apricot shores While he sails to fight in far away wars Oh, how I wish I was a sailor's bride With an ocean of darkness to confide Oh, how I wish I was a desert bride The mile

Look Over Your Shoulder by paint-my-sleep, literature

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Look Over Your Shoulder

At night There's a whistling through the trees And a current through an hourglass And an unrest too hard to please Wondering where promises made in the dark will lead I've been living around the truth That's keeping her and me, tied like sailors to the sea With infinite and pulling tides that scheme to bury Look over your shoulder And see the gulls are circling 'round They know nothing about promises, securing my grave in calloused ground But they will fly and soar above its shallow mound Beyond there lies a wood Where nothing seems to grow, but ribs of forest towers Dotted with screaming crows Look over your shoulder To th

This Tread by paint-my-sleep, literature

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This Tread

This tread Unhurried and cushioned by nerves A gap where the moonlight extends Lies just ahead Below, the ocean A slate wide satin weave In speechless motion I reach to polish the moon with my sleeve And stars in coy fanfare Bat their colors, breeze coils my hair A salty gale Pins it against my cheek or winged like a sail Against a hushless sky I think I felt him here But blink I won't For he might disappear And take his stranger eyes For sleeping hours are few And then mirages will give rise His voice behind me chimes "My, my…"

Debonair by paint-my-sleep, literature

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Debonair

Saw you patiently standing there My beautiful debonair… If you lift your dress, I won't protest But to place flowers in your hair Want to take you home with me Burn reason from your tongue Want to take you home with me Await the dark to cure the sun Belita's lips like prairie song Over the summer plains Parasol beguiles, above a slacken smile She never bothers to explain Time brings wrinkles like a wormy fence Upon her tempered brow Age is starting, a sign I should be parting But my fledglings won't allow Want to take you home with me Burn reason from your tongue Want to take you home with me Await the dark to cure t

My Heart Replied by paint-my-sleep, literature

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My Heart Replied

Happy unpleasant dreams Girl without a hand to hold The bitter wind of pestilence Is soon to leave you cold Your words are keeping me awake I'm not skirting 'round a truth You're transparently misused A sure exploit of your youth You can't mean what I want you to mean It isn't in you, though you disagree But I can't taunt you to the other side Cause you smiled and my heart replied I don't have charming motive or game I lost it with my sense Trusting you would be a lapse But you've broken my defense The quality of this worried mind Roused an unwelcome friend I fought him so hard to relent So with you I can amend You can't m

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Oh, How I wish... by paint-my-sleep, literature

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Oh, How I wish...

Look Over Your Shoulder by paint-my-sleep, literature

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Look Over Your Shoulder

This Tread by paint-my-sleep, literature

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This Tread

After Dreams by paint-my-sleep, literature

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After Dreams

Crescent leaf, crescent leaf Ribbons wound and over me My eyes betrayed, and his a poison sea Milky rind, milky rind Please come back and cure my mind Ghosts in the forest labor to remind And this premise in my dreams Won't return the flame I've watered now I may long from sleep's suspicion But it won't return the flame I've watered now Clover beds, Clover beds Sweet aroma drown my head Keep me from the sound his words unthread Marrow joy, marrow joy Won't canvas seasons passed in toil With aches I sought shadows to destroy And this premise in my dreams Won't return the flame I've watered now I may long from sleep's suspicio

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The Dancing Trees by creaking-door, literature

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The Dancing Trees

Following a stream and honey bees I came upon The Dancing Trees T'were in a glade of silver grass Long after ghostly winter past I dropped in wonder to my knees To watch in awe The Dancing Trees. The elm and ash and willow too Bent and swayed as wind came through To choreograph a magic scene Of graceful limbs so strong and lean Did entertain and strove to please As they performed The Dancing Trees. Playful breeze did come to play Adding music to gentle fray Fluttered wings of starlings burst Sleepy owl awoke and cursed One-eyed oak tree felt the beat Shaking free from ancient seat. Branches touched and twigs were linked Gyr

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United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Current Residence: worcester
Favourite genre of music: progressive rock
Favourite style of art: sketchy goodness; creepy fantastical images
Personal Quote: "you gotta get out of bed, into it." - genius lyric compliment of mew

Favourite Visual Artist

sargent, degas, miyazaki

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

tooo many. but if you're going to make me choose...then tool.

Favourite Writers

william blake's "the poisonous tree"; sara teasdale's "love and death"

Other Interests

drinking caffeinated substances whilst madly wielding a paintbrush; musical experiences; open minds

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paint-my-sleep

Aug 5, 2010

Use your intuition. It's all you've got.

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I can't believe I've got one month left in this town. I can't believe I've done no art! Well, here's a poem. I think I wrote it mostly for myself. I love you deviantart. Even if I ignore you more often than not. Pancakes xoxo Lesley

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paint-my-sleep

Apr 20, 2010

WAIT...WHAT?? YOU READ MY DA?? ...REALLY?

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Ok, so I discovered my boy loyally checks my deviantart page which for some reason made me all shy. I'd somehow convinced myself this page was anonymously lost in cyberspace for strangers to stumble upon. I went through a mixture of troubled emotions and then snapped out of it. I have conquered the shyness and have some updates. Don't ask me why I got all shy about it. It's ridiculous, just like me in general. I appreciate the support & favorites I've been receiving as of late...especially on my poetry. That was a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, I can't write and doodle all day long. So now I will retreat to my neuroscience text book. Whi

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paint-my-sleep

Mar 24, 2010

Life Update [whether you want one or not]

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I'm going to graduate school! Yay! (...ok, so I don't know where yet. But I got in more than one place! So I can (and will) be continuing my education) I'd be jumping for joy if I wasn't all wrapped in blankets. Besides, I did my squealing, jumping thing already. Any more might be overkill and offensive to those nearby. There's going to be a lot more owl-inspired art being put up here, since I'm scrambling to finish an art project. Until next time... Pancakes xoxo Lesley