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Post by lukejames15 on Jan 24, 2016 17:27:51 GMT -5
Silently, bellowing, my words are lost in the cold winter winds, Simply carving runes into the skin of the tall old trees, Their long wooden arms extend and curl themselves around my body, I sit on the damp moss concealing myself in a tight ball burying my head into my thighs just as the woodland has buried my voice.
Silently, the sun crawls back into its shelter to hide from the night, Simply, I stand before nature to face the dangers that threaten my life, Their sharp teeth and pointed claws ready to shred my flesh and bone, I sit cross legged on the cold leaf covered ground calmly waiting burying my feet the leaves continue to fall.
Silently, I hear your voice calling me, searching, hoping, comforting, weeping, Simply, I imagine being back home in your wooden arms, Their warmth emanating a joyful breath of life into my cold, icy body, I sit back against the tree, watching the passing night burying my body the worry continues to grow.
Silently, I scream, begging for your comfort, Simply, I sit beside a frozen lake staring at the lost soul looking back, Their hair is wild and unkempt and their body shrivelling like the bark of the trees, I lay on the ground knowing that hope is lost burying myself in the comfort of nature my shell embraces the worms.
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Post by awesomebill on Jan 29, 2016 17:36:06 GMT -5
Well, this prose is well built I'd say. Daggone. Where you been bro? We've been waiting for some prose like dis. AND YOUR ONLY A GUEST??!! Anonymity is well im just gonna give you a lucky link for this. blog.dictionary.com/inflammable/
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Post by twistedangel on Jan 30, 2016 8:32:33 GMT -5
Only thing am confused about is how your hiding in the woodland away from everything, describing how the woodland has buried you...yet seek comfort in wooden arms ? I enjoyed this and will be reading it again...am sure I missed some meaning to me question I liked it tho a lot, very different
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