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The Jingle TreeToday's the day. I look into the mirror, stroking the cheek of the strange beauty looking back at me. Her hair curls down her back, partially obscured by a filmy veil that cascades to the floor. As I lift part of the veil over my face, her eyes disappear. No matter. I know what she is thinking, this strange, silent woman before me. Will he like me? Is he handsome? Will I love him? Will he understand the Jingle Tree that grows in my mind? The tree grows from the soil of my thoughts and bears memories of those who have deeply moved me.The Jingle Tree
by ~OboeChica
Waiting for Godot DreamHe asked, so I told him the same story I do every week. Lessons were much better this week, although I have no reeds and juries are next week. Yes, I still need to take naps various times through out the days. No, my insomnia has not appeared for a few weeks. As I zoned out, staring out the window at the clinical garden outside, all the flowers perfectly spaced, the bushes trimmed, the lawn manicured, a buzzing noise caught my attention. The gardeners were attempting to wrestle down a tree with a chainsaw. Its branches were bare and it looked dead. It was very out of place in tWaiting for Godot Dream
by ~OboeChica
An Elusive Beauty Foamy white hair swirled into rough cowlicks, Majestic antlers reaching proudly for the trees, Powerful thighs dwindling into spindly anklesAn Elusive Beauty
by ~OboeChica
Me vs MyselfIf I could face my former self, it would be like meeting a complete stranger. We are from alternate universes: she was dark, I am light; she was soft, I am brash; she was bland, I am spiced. If one looked four years into my past, he would find a slightly shy, awkward sort of girl, who often read in math class to stave off the deadly combination of algebra and the exhaustion that set in after a 5:00 AM swim practice. She was simply a mirror of the rest of the world – she listened to what was popular, wore what was popular, and rarely stated her own opinion out loud. The girl wore unremarkable jeans and fittedMe vs Myself
by ~OboeChica
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Red Purpleby *IngoEs
beneath the sea .is yet what was will be? will I hide beneath the sea, [?] drape velvet waves against my face and hands and mouth,beneath the sea .
be driven east and west and north and south, into a new direction; drawing maps against my hand and spread my fingers outward, will the compass on my palm point the way home?
Sea breezes and silk shawls of foam, This air we're breathing, this empty roaming not yet fixed,
Of this old sea corpse, whirlwinds of air from every side, bringing hurricanes, taking us up and up until the little houses, the neat alleyways and careful restaurants, until the sex and drugs and booze and flowers and
by ~Stargem-kitty
. we were many thingsWe were lost, between long gnarled branches of our history- we were never perfect, we never tried to be. We lived in our faults and our sins and yet, and yet I still watch the morning come up, from the east and end in the west,. we were many things
shadows flickering like empty ghosts by me,
and it is still beautiful.
by ~Stargem-kitty
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Thanks a lot for the favorite on "Red Purple" [link] - glad you like it
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