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Did you see me that day? Oh, my fairy fae. Beautiful, young, and strong Loving the virtual scandal. I suffered your laughter for the longest half an hour. I admired and longed knowing if I were married I'd have left hearth and home to have of your vim, a breath. I am not a religious man, but, oh the deals I would have made. Mezmorised, lady, thee superhuman.  You, giggles, and a lick of my pipe. Lady, all I have now are m...

Haunted Woods

Don't go into the woods alone.

The walk seemed different today. I lived near these woods almost all my life. I played in the woods. I built many little hovels using branches and undergrowth as cover. Instead of going through neighbor's yards to get to the woods, I walked down the street to the private road that bisected the woods. A local university owned the woods and the road. The university received the woods in an endowment as a place to study and...

Lady in Red

Picture Prompt 1

He saw her in the park on a sunny day, while he was just walking though to the other side where he lived in a block of flats. He came out from behind a few trees just after 6pm that late sunny afternoon, where he stopped in his footsteps to see a beauty that was led to him from heaven. OR so he believed. He wished he could picture this moment and let time stand still. There she was, lying on a bench. Wearing a red dress,...

The Trees Know All Our Secrets

The picture of the trees at dusk.

I had hidden in the trees all day,until the dusky mist of twilight overcame me. Nothing you could say or do could ease the pain, or lightmy pathway from that strange madness. The trees seemed tortured as my soul,Twisted as my mind with sadness.The setting sun, behind the knollgave promise of the coming blacknessof that eternal, dreamless night. The twisted trees took great delightin hearing the flutter of my heart.They re...

Chapter Two: Settling In (Well, Sort Of)

The second chapter to an untitled story based off my dream... (or... nightmare)

When we landed it was about noon- though we didn't care much about time, we cared about the light in the sky- and at the point that I started realizing what was happening (the moment when I start remembering), I'd say it was about two o'clock. Some guys (of about eighteen to twenty-one in age) start shouting about swimming out. I think it's a good idea- what's the worst that could happen?Nobody stops the guys- nobody real...

The Trees are Weeping

I watched a news story concerning the decline in Europe of the Ash trees last Autumn

The Trees are Weeping The trees are quietly crying today. They weep for the Ashes, or so they say. From Denmark it was sighted, English Counties have been blighted, It's cursed, they said on the news.Their tears are falling to the ground. Waterfalls of leaves, russett and brown. Who cares for them, or even gives a hoot? Why, we do, of course. They're under our boots.Their tears are dropping all over the World. Far away fr...

Ode of the Squiggles

The Treetop Kings have their say regarding Human accusations.

As dying jewels of autumnal airDisplay their languished colours fair, ‘Twixt earth and sky the wraiths o’erhead Do drop their garments as a bed. The clothéd arms outstretched, aquiver, Do grasp the watery sun’s weak shiver. Those that were once full heavy laden, In former springs once gentle maiden, Drooping now the gift of life, Though slumbering deep, potential’s rife. And there! What scrabbling, little scurries? What w...

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The Foolish Apradore

A nonsense poem to settle myself into this account

The trees hated to think of wicked little babiesAs they wonder along the lonely harborsbut if they had some ice cold meats, then maybethey would rather ponder barbers."Listen to their mumbles, crawling through the air!"The tiny shrub did shout in pride,"Why we must riot and shave off their hair.and don't forget their ugly hide."The lover in the sea was sleeping in a trancewhen by chance did he hear such a plan.and danced...