woods

Have you ever gone for a drive near the woods and then all the sudden you see another driveway leading to a house? I see it all the time and I want that to change. I don’t think people should be able to just barge into these animals’ habitats and build themselves a house, urban sprawl should be controlled. I would much rather go out on a road near the woods, and see woods and animals without the driveways. If people continue to build their houses on beautiful woody environments eventually all there will be is houses, houses, and more houses.

The sun burns hot,
the shade sizzles cool.
My thoughts become distraught,
as i begin to mewl.
The incantation of my mind,
has reality twisted
I've found nothing to find,
except fact that fades to fiction,
i yearn for recourse
but i run these woods forlorn
this is life's remorse
my mind to me suborns.

The woods are something you just can't comprehend.
From a distance, you see their greeen tops- perhaps like hats covering an ugly face below. You see the colors, flashing..
Red. Yellow. Gold. Are they warnings? Are they welcoming signs?
People have entered, and returned without scratches. Others,
have never been found.
Do they choose their victims? Or do their victims choose them?
The calls of the crows, bellowing you to stay out? Or asking you to come in?
Come in.... Come in...
If you dare.

The sun burns hot,
the shade sizzles cool.
My thoughts become distraught,
as i begin to mewl.
The incantation of my mind,
has reality twisted,
i've found nothing to find,
except fact that fades to fiction,
i yern for recourse,
but i run these woods forlorn,
this is lifes remorse,
my mind to me it suborns.

I ran through the woods,
Heart pounding,
Breath burning the
Lungs.

Darkened branches
Reached through
Stiffened air.
Their grasp of
Knobby twigs
Growing
Ever
Closer.

My eyes dodged
Left and
Right,
Right
And left.
My heart mimicked the sound of
An old junk-bucket
Careening down a washboard
Dirt road.
The crunch of gravel
Embodied by my
Scratchy
Breaths.
Bunches of stones in
Raspy waves
Of icy air.

Every pound
Of my soles
On the
Sturdy,
Cold
Ground,
Freckled with
Amber leaves,
Sent shock waves through
My legs,
And blasts through
My bones.

Spider's
Silver
Silk
Suspended
In the midnight
Air;
Harboring the
Hollow carcass shells
Of victimized
Insects.
Gleaming eyes of
Black depths
Followed my every turn.

I thought of the
Beast.
Behind
Me.
Mocking me by
Mirroring
My every
Move of a
Muscle.
It remained concealed
In the darkness.

Its claws and teeth
Unsheathed.
Its mouth drooling
At the thought of blood.

I ran through the woods, my hair whipping my face. I was never looking back again, EVER! The horrible creature I saw was not a pretty sight. It was chasing me throughout the woods. All I could think of was that despicable face. The giant stared at me like there was nothing wrong with hideous giants landing in front of you, dropping from nowhere. I screamed. The chase was on! That huge ugly giant was lumbering after me. Every step he took made an earthquake. I knew there was no escape. I was just running because I was not going to give the creature the satisfaction of having food quickly. If he wanted foof he was going to have work for it. But, then before I knew it, I was in the giant's mouth. I couldn't bear to hear the gulp. All I will say is that pretty soon, he was one happy giant!

I ran through the woods, looking all around,
Searching for your eyes
The spark of light that will let me relax
That will let me stop running and just breathe
I ran through the woods, seeing the sun
Jump off the soft green moss that covers the scars
On one rock that carries so much
The same rock that we sat on for lunch when we were younger
The rock where we sat to figure our way home
This rock carries more memories than you or me
I ran through the woods trying to find my way out
I ran laughing, crying and smiling.
I ran from everything that was to everything that is
I try to find a way out then there you are
And the light that reminds me it’s all worthwhile

I love the forest

The smell of the earth
Of the leaves
Of the berry bushes
And moss on the rocks

The sound of the birds
Of trees in the wind
Of hidden brooks
And crackling leaves

The look of the shadows
Of the sun through the leaves
Of moose-scrapings
And laughing pines

The feel of worn dirt
Of soft tree bark
Of pine needles under foot
And fall air in my face

Walking the way I always have again
Footsteps are dulled, shoes thump on soggy leaves
I hum a worn out tune to pass the time

Familiar fields give way to streams and woods
A touch recalled, the breeze tangles my hair
I shiver and recall your moon-bright eyes
Long limbs shifting beneath layers of cloth
My sin spawned from a look, a glance, a smile
Knife cutting innocence without regret