#forrest
🍏 MEAN GREEN 🍏
like a
🍏 GRANNY SMITH APPLE 🍏
as GREEN as LIMES,
EMERALDS, and GRASS,
FROG'S 🐸, and GRASSHOPPERS 🦗,
need you even ask!!!
GREEN like MONEY 💰,
a lot to be seen,
GREEN GRAPES, GREEN SNAKES,
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN,
GREEN WITH ENVY,
Don't you agree???
GREEN LIKE A SHAMROCK,
🍀ST. PATRICK'S DAY 🍀,
🍀 CLOVERS 🍀 are GREEN,
NO PINCHING ME TODAY,
GREEN was created by:
YELLOW and BLUE,
GREEN is NATURE,
VIBRANT
and TRUE,
If the saying
is true and
it does apply,
THAT THE GRASS IS ALWAYS
GREENER ON
THE OTHER SIDE,
GREEN IS DELIGHTMENT,
GREEN IS EXCITEMENT,
🍏🐸🦗🍀THIS IS MEAN GREEN🍀🦗🐸🍏!!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/8/2025
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
The deer lies dead in snowdrops,
Naked and gored before the Copse,
Webbed innards, cradled by ghost petals,
Stewed infancy held close by Lamium nettles,
A gutted riffle wallows nearby,
An empty barrel, gunpowder palpable upon the sky,
Coughed up bullets, lain out in velvet grass,
Reeking of ripe saline, flesh and bloodied brass,
Rotted fawn rests, asleep in the forest,
Dried tears bleach her coat in premature rest,
Supple life bitterly sprawled in a crimson cruel quilting,
Embraced by lapping bellflowers, Hugged by only the wilting.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
I enter a voiceless Forrest
quiet
as after ******
it awaits a wind
to disturb
its brooks
to run full babble
and the creatures
to muster bravery
and reveal themselves
Caught unawares
I feel I may have embarrassed it
I shall return later for my walk
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
When the crime is right
& the devil wet
the nocturnal forrest is a skin
and ceremony thin dreams broach reason
they poach me with a caustic blooded rash
approaching as nippy darts ; visions of shard and coil
a metallic eggy rot
and pan to the darkness
snapping electric
irregular from that darkness
spaces between the trees comb
form a hyper hectic wealth of flushes
a blush burst discharges in the body
booming pulse
blooming rabidly
salivating to a ******* savagery
a nature to express
forecast
within permeable forrest
i have energy amazed limbs
daring a dance
screamin' hole The Frenzy
dog-shaking the head
legs flung and planted
crushing ferns
this hefty simian sway
a broadcast challenge
invitation
a power coward
commanding a matching of kinds
excitation
no longer to be foetal and cowed
an aching unmend amended
a call is placed
the spell is rendered
- resonate
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC
I planted their seeds some time ago now. I'm still struggling to set them free.
I want to chew them up and spit them out from where they grow inside of me.
I can feel them now, writhing around,
like poison ivy in my veins.
The bitter taste in the back of my throat,
as they creep up towards their escape.
It's too painful to even try to release them,
So for now I guess they'll stay.
My words are hiding within me, growing darker every day.
Twisting around all that I am and all that I can be.
Taking root withing my bones and soul, a dark forest inside of me.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
Part I
This the divinity of wordless gods
Grasping the sun
Reaching into the earth
Braiding the two
in symphony
Each leaf, each fiber, each vine
Provide the score
The rays of sunlight the bow
That in the pause
Sing the beautiful music of silence....
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
body hurting
mind wandering
you lie wide awake
cuddled in comforting darkness
you wonder
why and how
while the glistening sun
burns deep wholes into your dark soul
thoughts drizzle
merging into a wild stream
that leads you
into the darkest forrest
beautiful old trees
block your vision
that is clouded to begin with
by a million dry tears
in the far distance
you spy with your redened eye
what might be a blooming glade
R U N
F A S T E R
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
The forest must have been colorful,
peeling off greenish yellow towards rusty brown
The ground is soggy, paths unclear
branches and wind-blown vegetation.
There must have been walkers huddled
or full with their face in the watery sun,
who was perhaps there. They must have looked disapproving
or agreeing. There were also solid beech nuts,
chestnuts or a single ***** fall in November
as you know it, from before and pictures. I don't remember.
You were there.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Captured in an empty forrest.
My mind has left me today.
Ran away on it's own, alone.
He has fled me, when the sky got grey.
My body, alone soulles.
Never to be found, here in the ground.
But he's off to a better place, my mind.
And I have gotten used to it, the sound.
It's the noise of madness that keeps pesting me.
Silence is lonely, but can ease me at times.
My mind now in a lush pink cloud.
While my body is stuck with self influenced mimes.
But when he got back, my mind.
He was in for quite a shock.
He would never have expected.
Chaos, disaster, as timed by a ticking clock.
Being back to reality as if awaking from a dream.
But the dream not ending but becoming a nightmare.
And your life is filled with monsters.
The judgement, the dissapointment, the deadstare.
As if everybody can live your life better than you.
Yet they still prefere to live their own lives.
And my mind being numb, not knowing were to start.
While others are still on a pink cloud, thinking of their strives.
If there was a better way to live my life.
Don't you think, I'd live it that way?
I'm not as masochistic as I seem, you know.
I do not prefere things this grey.
I know what I'm doing, and know much is wrong.
But many of the thing I do, the things I've done.
Where only when I got pushed against a wall.
Or do you think I did it all for fun?
Captured in an empty forrest.
My mind will leave me tomorrow
Run away on it's own, alone.
Leave me again with my own sorrow.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
Starved
sleep depraved
and braving visions
This is how I take my walk
One song
tucking over and over
in my headspace
This is how I take my walk
Map-less
My dry head tugging
from behind my eyes
This is how I take my walk
My bag
packed with care
(by list and by experience)
I abandoned it by the front door
This is how I take my walk
There’s this note I’ve left for you
much is explained
lots is left held
(that content
I carry with me)
Leaving a trail of my clothing
I am body naked to the weather
I carry no knife
but am married to my teeth and my fixtures
I’ve outstrided my pollution
Upon reaching an unfamiliar forest
I unlace my shoes
And place them on a rock
I draw a breath
Place my fear
I trend tender into the trees
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
Dirt, grass, leaves, rocks, trees.
Looking down at my grubby hands, scuffed up from foraging for a soul.
Light gleams through the branches above, yet my eyes cannot unsee the darkness around me.
Stumbling forward, tripping on the forest ground, searching for meaning in a meaningless land.
My eyes blink, salt and liquid try to blend, but nothing leaves the eyelids as they contort and bend.
After a lifetime of crying alone, my river of tears seems dried to the bone.
Heat subsides while the sun sets, coolness of night begins it's rise from the depths.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
. . . there's a path that could not have been
can't be but shall be seen by wise eyes
all seeing all knowing belonging to you
yet not you in some form sideways 360
nonexistence up safe in a tree perched
on the brink a vast ethereal forest
nocturnal wide-eyed visionary
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
Your fingertips planted trees on me.
You left a forrest
full of life.
But with no rain
there was no healthy leafs.
So the forrest crumbled.
And I cut the tress down
for I did not wish
to have a memory of you
on my body.
Yet, roots of the forrest
remained deep beneath my skin.
And I will now forever,
if I wish or not,
have memories of your fingerprints.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
I have to be careful, not to lose my mind.
I wonder in a world of thoughts, drawn to what i can find...
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
My thoughts are the bark
Of an old tree
At the top you can still find the finest fruit
But first you must climb
the rotten branches
Don’t slip on the damp moss
Be patient
The first bite will be worth it
You may fall
But you will come back for more
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
A knife swims in the eery air
bursting down
smearing the few fawn
crooked'em crotales
springing drops of meltdown sun
God hollows
and shadow balloting follows
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
I've been running from my troubles
But its harder than it seems
I've been bathing in the rivers
To wash this sinner clean
I've got chaos in my blood
And all I do is bleed
Tried to save the dying woods
I did plant a thousand seeds
But the forrest is dead
try to wash my hands, the rivers going red
And I'm a child of the night
living days in the sun
Starving for a bite
Spent a living on a gun
I've been growing out a garden
From the hollows of my bones
My body rotting benethe the steady oak
But the birds will keep me clean
And the ocean turned red again
time to go to bed again
I'll drag my corpse back home
Oh, the trouble I have seen
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
won't you come with me
where the fireflies are
and the blanket of dark
is filled with stars
won't you come in the forest
and smell the midnight breeze
then lie down on the tulips
and stay here with me
we would lay in comfortable silence
with intertwined hands
and I'll fall more in love
than I possibly can
our eyes become heavy
as we drift into sleep
and in my dreams, I wonder
how you are here with me
until the sun wakes up
and the sky shines blue
and the first thing I see
when I open my eyes
is
you
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
*She is hiding behind the tall pine trees.
My thoughts are all twisted. She is calling for me.
Her silhouette is now stored, burned into my eyes.
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky.
It’s only her and I in this misty forest, all alone.
The path I came from is now gone, overgrown.
When I take a step closer, I simply go nowhere.
She stands completely still, guiding me like a flare.
Everything is quiet, except for all the voices in my head.
They scream her name, coloring my ears with red.
A distant look is embroidered on her face.
She is captivating; I might be in dire straits.
I’ve been wandering for so long, in so many years.
Now I stand in an awe of her, stuck in second gear.
So I’ll just stay here forever, looking at her in despair.
Because if I turn around, I am afraid she might disappear.*
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Chipper as a wood chopper
doused with kerosene lamp oil
at the start of the chilly winter
all bundled up in a fantasy getaway
deep in the wooded forrest lies my pride all cozy-like.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
I think that I shall never see
A leaf as lovely without a tree
When it falls upon the ground
So gently placed to be found.
A child gathers it in her hands
Carefully places it on the sands
Hoping to grow a brand new tree
For all the world new life to see.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
I've fallen in love with those green eyes
I could spend hours wandering through them
Dark, with flecks of gold and brown
Those green eyes like a forest
Sunlight breaking through the branches
Hitting the leaves to show their brilliance
Showering the trunks to show their softness
Those eyes show me everything
Your past, present, and future
All of the love and happiness
Pain and sadness
They used to watch me, curious and caring
But now they've moved on and as they do
I'll always remember
Those gorgeous green eyes.
-CsR
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC