whisperinthetrees

Waiting for another someday...

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Pros by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Pros

This is what we are Figments of a bigger world Possibly the most meaningless parts of the universe But we are here You and me Together in this room You lay sprawled across the bed on your back Your aqua eyes seek out my own eyes But they're too busy drinking you in The tanned and freckled skin on the tops of your shoulders The five or so hairs in the middle of your chest The way hair whorls around your belly button and down Even the way your jeans fit just so You exude a lazy sexiness that reminds me why I fell for you Why I'm in this very room A cigarette dangling from my lip Inhaling and exhaling without a care in the world

Dead-Man Dream by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Dead-Man Dream

Driving down the highway in the dark Orange streetlights flashing past Bursts of light illuminating your face All is quiet and peaceful The only sound, that of our breathing But then a sense of apprehension arises in me We approach a darkened stretch of road An overpass with no illumination I see something hanging from above It looms closer, swinging in the breeze As I realize what it is, bile rises It's a man on a rope, grotesque and blue I scream to stop To avoid this morbid cadaver at all costs But we keep drawing closer I look over at you in the driver's seat But it's no longer you The driver no longer has a face He's

Phone Call by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Phone Call

Violent music echoes in the room It repeats five times before it finally fades out Before the phone display goes dark Before all is calm again. It takes a minute to calm my pulse I know who just called me I know why he just called me The phone stays silent. Why does he do this? Evoke feelings I never wanted to feel again Scatter my thoughts Confuse me. The difference is that this time. This time I didn't answer. I left the phone to ring. And curled back into strong, waiting arms.

Some Girl by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Some Girl

Muzzily blinking your eyes Opening them to a face you only half recognize The sun is creeping through the blinds Illuminating the dust motes in the air Shedding light on an unfamiliar room The person it belongs to is still asleep Arms wrapped loosely around you Carefully, you slip out of bed Find your clothes where you tossed them Search for your shoes Grab your purse One last glance around the room You sneak out the door Just another girl he'll forget

Is This Right? by whisperinthetrees, literature

Autumn by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Autumn

A leaf falls from the highest branches Glossy surface catching on the breeze The sunny yellow contrasts with the sky That looms, grey, above it The leaf flutters and floats Spinning violently as it is taken away Slowly, gently, it comes to rest Laying upon the chilly concrete at my feet I bend over, grasping the leaf by the tail I twirl it between my fingers For several moments, I remain still Engrossed in its vibrant golden hue My fingers trace the rough edges And its delicate network of veins It reminds me of childhood autumns The smell of winter on the horizon Bundling up into jackets

Day Begins by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Day Begins

I wake up, bleary and warm I still wear the clothes I wore last night I hear murmuring from above me Two faces peer at me Leaning over the side of the top bunk One male, one female They ask if I want to eat So I say yes and say I'd love to The three of us open the door and walk out We walk down the hall And into the elevator One of us presses the button marked "L" I feel the elevator dropping And the effect of gravity when we arrive We stroll out into the chilly day Across the brick-paved courtyard And into the din of the cafeteria It smells of breakfast Like syrup and waffles We eat like we are starved Then we hand over

Party by whisperinthetrees, literature

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Party

Drink in a red cup Like many other drinks before Taste of sweetness with a bite Put it down on the coffee table Watch it like a hawk Warm atmosphere Voices emanating from all around Fuzzy feelings Happiness bubbling from you Floating floating Ping pong ball falls next to you Hand it back Rock out to the bass Thumping from the corner of the room Incense from the table Fills the room with sweet smoke Bustling people Talking all around Smiles on every face This is a party

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Fragments of a life. by CaptainOzz, literature

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Fragments of a life.

I carefully pick fragments of a life from a conversation held between lovers who've not the circumstance to be such. I check my tongue, teeth and lips - (where I find them wanting yours but that's another story) - for leaks, that I might say something wrong speak out of turn, or else just make a fool. I accept your honesty, to lay down with you though I don't know, now, what to do. I tell you everything that I can't remember and the things that I don't want to know. I open to you, like a flower does to the sunshine and shake off the dew of a night time, now passed. I pull myself beyond my means for you. Even though there's no

Vellum by CaptainOzz, literature

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Vellum

To write love on her arms, a mark of ownership. You "belong" to me. A scripture enwraps her body after a given time, they begin to form the scribe and his parchment. The vellum smiles as she reads herself, the first paragraph scrolling down her left forearm. Her palm, a few lines of code, in a language she knows. A short five words are Written on each finger. A swirl of script returns to her shoulder across her back an epic, down to the place where he always rests his hand. The small warm soft place, on her hip that's responsive is where the haiku goes. Words tickle up her side and across her lower rib

Pedestal by CaptainOzz, literature

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Pedestal

Can you ever love me again? ...And then there was no sound, but the thunderous breaking of a heart. Then silver, pure silver silence, as icy tears spill from the eyes of a statue. See how the perceived immortal weeps for the love of a girl who's since become a woman. The stone dais trembles the statue crumbles to it's knees. Look how the mighty have toppled, for the love of a light-hearted girl. A single, barely noticeable hairline crack adorns the chest of the stone figure And on the pedestal, the stone tablet beneath, these words are inlaid. Go now, my shining light! Take my stone strength and my soft heart. Take it on

Keep you warm by CaptainOzz, literature

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Keep you warm

I remember the days when you were happy, when you used to smile and your eyes were full of bright lights. Now I barely see you, I love you from afar from behind a screen, from far away. Six degrees of seperation, of latitude and longitude, you're still so far away. You leapt into my arms, once, kissed my face and refused to let me put you down. You told me that you loved me, you still tell me that you love me, just it rings tiredly now, like you've gone from carefree and a vivacious love of life to sullen and despairing. Unsettled, I suppose it is, you haven't rooted anywhere for long enough. You need stability I though

All I want is a sign. by CaptainOzz, literature

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All I want is a sign.

So I did it again, was looking for you. I hate that I have no idea where you are, if you're happy, well, even alive. It hurts to write this and think about you again, I don't like that I can't let go. My eyes are beginning to sting and my throat's starting to close. Damn you, you always do this to me. All I need is a simple sign, or a breath, a whisper, a few words, a smile, a touch, a hug... A kiss? I remember all the time we spent, together, I know we probably never were going to last, but you know me, forever the hopeful. Even when everything seemed to pile against us, you smiled when I said "There's always hope." And yeah,

Within the silence, sincere. by CaptainOzz, literature

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Within the silence, sincere.

With the halo of a streetlamp, you clasp the lapels of your old coat tighter around your neck. There's an ill wind blowing, only because I see you and you don't see me. I turn away, desolate. There's nothing I can do for you is there? I retreat into the holy dark, encompassed by it's forgiveness I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. It whispers to me, sanctimoniously, I forget myself for a moment, believing in angels and demons, gods and devils, holy crosses and rain of blood once again. I snap out of it, hello darkness. I smile and in silence sincere, I hear your voice once again. I rise from a broken throne, dr

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One Love by whisperinthetrees, literature

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One Love

A strand or two of purple lights, a candle, here or there, a dimmed lamp Light the small bedroom. A breeze floats in through the open window, smelling of the cool spring night, brushing past the curtains. A record player sits on the dresser. From it, croons a bluesy tune, wrought with emotion, swelling the room with sound. The girl inside dances, swaying to the beat, hips in time with music, who remains her one true love.

One Love

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Oct 8
United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: In the general vicinity
Favourite genre of music: Any really. I'm kind of delving at this point.
MP3 player of choice: 4th Generation iPod nano (purple)
Personal Quote: "Say it again and you will have no balls faster than you can say the word eunuch" -me

Favourite Writers

Emily Dickinson (you can sing her poetry to the tune of Gilligan's Island)

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Singing, poem writing, photography, and random artistry

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whisperinthetrees

Jun 20, 2011

You See...There's This Fickle Thing Called Love...

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It's Sunday Evening. Almost eleven o'clock The sun has set and this part of the world has fallen gently asleep...or at least some of us have. I am back at home for the summer. Frankly, it blows. I have a new boyfriend. He is awesome so far. This fact makes me happy. He hails from Cali and he's a bit of a stoner (or a LOT XD) but he is, in no way, a "surfer bro". Instead, he's a coffee nerd who is possibly the nicest person you'll ever know. So far, everything's hunky dory (except the fact that he's not tall enough for me to wear my heels without making him an inch shorter...but that's just my shallow side talking). It's been about 3 mo

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whisperinthetrees

Oct 5, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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I have a story: It begins three years ago in early Spring, when a boy asks a girl if she'll be his girlfriend. Now, she cannot help but say yes after having been pining after this boy for some time. They go on to  have a lovely relationship. This continues for almost two years, but there were some squalls ahead for them. Before their two year anniversary, the unthinkable happens, the boy breaks up with the girl, leaving her on that cold, misty day in March to go on without him. You see, the boy had begun to explore the world of alcohol and parties and the girl, being very straight-laced at that point, had found that to be distasteful, so the

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Oct 3, 2010

A Sunday at College

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So, it's been a while since I posted an actual journal...I thought that I might do so today. I'm sitting here, bored, in my bed at Towson and decided to browse the interwebs for something to do. I went through my entire list of entertaining bookmarks and finally wound up on DeviantART. Now, I haven't exactly been a regular member of the dA community since the "John Fiasco" occured over year ago, so I feel that people have probably stopped really paying attention, but I wanted to post something anyway >.> For today, I woke up at 10:45 to the sound of Dan and Liz talking quietly in the bunk above me. They asked if I should care to have "brun