Madness

Submitted by Bridget on Mon, 04/20/2009 - 15:19
Dying, crying
Truthful lying
Wild insanity
Lost humanity
Take the reality
Cold practicality
Throw it away
Lead it astray
Ice cold laughs
Overgrown paths
World of out there
No longer care
Leave me to my madness

Me and my Trees

Submitted by Bridget on Sat, 04/18/2009 - 00:54
I love my trees. Before you start calling me some sort of tree-hugger (I will resent that greatly), let me explain. My trees are a little like people. I have an old weeping willow in the north yard that always pretends it’s crying because it’s sad, but they’re only fake tears and if you’re careful, you can get it to giggle at its own foolishness.

Chosen Freedom

Submitted by Hannah W. on Fri, 04/17/2009 - 19:10

It shimmers ahead
in the midafternoon light
and the warmth and the sky and the sun
and the grass's finally green again
but the trees are still bare--
It shimmers, distant, but there.

Feet on the pedals,
three fingers on brake,
and already there's breeze and the catch
of warm breath in throat, and push off
and wobble a bit as it starts--
then gliding, and blurry and sharp.

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