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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...

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...

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 (...

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 le...

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...

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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,"W...