Quietly, I Bleed the Bricks
silence curls in my palm
like a gun,
and my pen is bleeding scabs,
and I'm sitting
in the stillness of her shadow,
eating fireflies to try to kill the light
so I can rest between the rays,
levitating memories
into the void created
between her heartbeats,
here I will swallow
all of it,
and I will drink her breath
like a fish
until my ringing ears
hear more than static and steps,
and I feel the mortar
crumble,
until there are no walls between us
and I split the skin of bricks
and they bleed out bloody dust
and stand no more,
lying softly on the earth
like sunrise fallen,
like sand stained by our triumph,
and we will build
a castle upon the ruins.
(Example Post) A Pooh-rady
Ever since Christopher Robin went off to Vanderbilt in pursuit of an architectural law degree, the residents of the Hundred Acre Woods were constantly threatening and harassed within their beloved home. Only three months after his departure, the woodland animals had begun to battle wildfire, pollution, and harassment from human "nature enthusiasts" seeking a selfie with miniature pig or a misplaced marsupial. Over the years conditions became intolerable, and the woodland creatures sought to fight back.
Reports of a wild tiger and a bear wearing a tattered Harvard-crimson shirt vandalizing playgrounds and terrorizing school children spread across news outlets throughout the country. The woodland creatures of the Hundred Acre Woods had successfully - albeit, temporarily - driven out all intrusive and provocative human life from the perimeter. Reveling in their success, the animals celebrated noisily with huge barrels of honey-mead, tasty carrot-and-radish quiches, and scantily-clad foals who "knew how to horse around" according to their pimp stud.
The morning after the booze-induced orgy, the animals awoke to the sound of terribly large and frightening machinery. The group elected the wisest and only literate member of the party, an old bespectacled owl, to survey whatever was occurring and report back. The owl disappeared above the tops of the oak and birch trees after sunrise and did not return that night.
The woodland creatures began to greatly fear that whatever noises had transpired throughout the day would soon endanger their habitat and, more importantly, their lives. The most charismatic of the group, the shirt-yielding bear, organized a defense routine involving sharpened stick shivs, repurposed gardening tools, and developing molotov cocktails in old honey pots. Just as the tiger was teaching the group how to best utilize one's canine teeth, the owl clumsily collapsed in the trunk of a thick redwood, panting heavily.
The animals immediately abandoned their weapons and gathered around the owl, clamoring in anticipation. His spectacles were shattered, a wing was violently clipped, and something blinked green and red on his left ankle.
The rabbit and miniature pig helped him to his feet, where he was able to catch his breath. "*Gasp* the humans *hicc* they're abol-*wheeze*-abolishing the Hund-"
"Owl! Speak coherently!" The donkey bucked impatiently.
"Condominiums! They're making condominiums!"
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The Hundred Acre Woods, by A. A. Milne
Illusions
I am imagination
blazing flashes of imaged light
soul caught on fire
silence in hush of day
discreet gentle feet
I am imagination
framing your love
reaching for our yesterdays
closed eyes seeking hope
past unfolding into butterflies
I am imagination
upside down reality
daisies of your smile
flight through winged sky
garments of pink sand
I am imagination
surreal dreams with no limits
shadows of infinity clinging
drops of clear water on tongue
holding hands of summer hues
I am imagination
wild with infatuation
throbbing with need
tasting the sweetness
guided by pale moon
But are you just my imagination?
The Forest
Giant plants surrounded me I was in an immense forest, I suppose I was the size of an ant, if you look closer to the plants every cell was a universe.I had no idea where I was, it felt like reality had shifted.Beyond the plants there was a purple sky, I climbed one of the plants and I began to see all my memories ones I had never seen before. I suddenly realized that this plant was of other universes and dimensions that had me in them, so many versions of reality. I slipped on some sort of fluorescent blue liquid, I was falling but instead of hitting the leaves I went through them. I went from universe to universe, they flashed before my eyes, it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. Time felt accelerated and still at the same time. I fell to the ground and hit it with a silent squish as if the ground caressed me, like a trampoline. A being approached me, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, her hair flowed like a river and her eyes were brown with stars glittering in them. She smiled at me and said in a gentle voice “ You better wake up before you forget how to", I gasped awake and all at once the realization that I had been sleeping was clear.
The First and Last
Johan pushed himself up from the blood-spattered ground. He saw his friend flailing helplessly, trying to escape the terrible grip of the giant wood-scorpion. The pincers squeezed tighter, blood spurted from Gurnd's mouth as his ribs began to buckle. It was now or never. Johan, fueled by adrenaline, disregarded his own injuries and leapt to his feet. The beast's massive tail raised high into the air, it's venom-laden stinger pulsed in rhythm with Johan's heartbeat; fast and frantic. He was nearly within striking-distance when the scorpion plunged it's hideous barb down at Gurnd. Johan's sword flashed, crunching through exoskeleton and thick slime, severing the tail. He was too late; the stinger had hit it's mark and Gurnd was already dead before the beast disappeared into the forest. Never again would Johan laugh with his friend, never again would he walk that road, never again would he long for adventure.