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The Forest's Creativity DevicesTrees fall,
New pencil shipments arrived.

Take RootStanding alone in the yard,
watching the sun rise,
I feel the warmth of the rays
on my cheek
and it reminds me
of life, of blood
running through my veins
and the beat of my heart
following the songs of nature,
keeping tempo.
I want to take root
like the big oak
whose leaves rustle with
nature’s every breath.
I want to stay here,
awake and alive.

Touched by ThunderI can hear the thunder,
great deep rumblings
like the growling of a fierce
loathsome beast.

I revel in the sound,
dance to the carnal vibrations
low beneath my feet.

I yearn to feel the sweet, cool mist;
Gentle spray of the sky.
Like a caress from a familiar lover,
lingering on my flesh.

Then I know,
Somewhere on this heavenly place
I call home
I can be touched.

Rain!!

I look up at the sky,
Its raining;
The raindrops fall on my cheek,
And I give Him a teary smile.

TreesYou’re immobile, yet alive
You hold an occasional beehive
Every spring you revive

You grow and change color
It’s hard to picture you when you were smaller
Because now you are much, much taller

In the spring and summer you thrive
But you are sad when the humans arrive
They ruin you; your home derived
But yet you help them be able to survive

The JourneyPuffy wisps of moisture,
combining together,
floating their way through the atmosphere.
Blocking the sun's rays,
plunging the surface beneath into darkness.
Flying and climbing through them,
the metal and plastic birds,
without flapping,
make their way through the air.
Once these puffs of moisture get full enough,
Once they cannot take any more,
They fall.
They fall as a group.
A few stay behind,
knowing one day,
they too will make their fateful journey toward the surface.
Never to see the others again,
out of the puffs and onto the land.
With a cracking chorus of cacophonous clatter they hit,
smashing into the land,
their energy becoming one

The World is Always ChangingThe world is slowly changing naturally,
through many forms and processes.
Erosion and corrosion,
Heat waves and blizzards,
tornadoes and tsunamis.
Earthquakes shake the ground,
Whirlpools swirl in the seas.
Tectonic plates moving below,
Clouds forming and moving above.
Volcanoes making islands,
The sea taking them back.

The world is fastly changing unnaturally.
Oil spills in the water,
Pollutants in our air.
Gum killing birds,
Plastic bags choking dolphins.
Chopping down trees,
Abusing what little fresh water we have.
Over fishing,
Over hunting,
Over reproducing,
Over using resources.

The world is always changing,
Naturally and unnaturally.

Before the DawnBefore the Dawn

Before the pale clouds
Are colored by pink pastels
Long before the eyes of humans
Witness the work done by night's creatures
A breeze disturbs the slumber
Of a young bud.

The petals droop
Just enough to peek out
And witness the veil around it
While the young ones slept.
The adults nearby
Take notice.

At first they stare
As the bud feigns sleep
Where dreams of plentiful summers
Spring forth for all the flowers.
As the young one pretends,
It succumbs to the truth until the sun awakens.

A Poem about PoemsToo many times,
when I read people's poetry,
They're filled with hate, resentment,
instead of joy and glee.

There are so many things,
That are utterly wonderful,
Flora, fauna, friends, love,
These things so cherishable.

Is there really this much saddness,
Contained within each person's heart?
Or are these poems just attempts,
At appearing clever and smart?

But alas, I may not,
Ever find out the answer to this,
But just try and go, to be happy,
This is my only wish.

Life Storyi sometimes wondered
why mum cried
when I was young
with a cigar in her hand
the bags were puffy
underneath her eyes
i thought it was the weather
but she cried on sunny days, too
or when the rain cleared with a rainbow
as i got older
i cried, too!
there was a funny feeling
in my chest that hurt real bad
i would stare down at a picture of myself
the tears would go pitter patter
i never even knew why i cried
then, when i got to high school
mum was never home
always working, always busy
i would cry and cry
in front of the woods
behind our great, big house
i'd stare into the forest
as

oceanocean
the raging waves can be heard from all directions.
the smell of salt stings ur nose.
the ocean is unforgiving and harsh.
always changing.
making it unmappable.

ElementalSaid the Fire, aflame with fierce passion, to the fertile Earth:
I can scorch you
Said the Water coldly, deep and sound, to the furious Fire
I can quench you
Said the Air, pure and free, whistling his song, to the wide Waters below
I can steal you
Said the Earth, gentle and strong, lush with green, to the her blanket of Air
I sustain you

Death is only the beginningDeath is only the beginning

The Demons of Darkness have taken over
Evil Spirits rip our Hearts out
Torture us
Kill us
Slam chains into our legs
Our arms
Our face
My own reflection, it is
Your own reflection, it is
Darkness will take over
Everything will be destroyed
Nothing will be left
Of this world,
Earth,
As we call it.
Hearts ripped out of our chests
Red liquid filling the Earth
Paint the Earth red
Monsters of Darkness will feed
Demons of Darkness take our Souls
And it's just your own reflection
Remember that

Always

The Castle and the ForestOver the fields filled with water
The clouds hang low
Plentifully dotted across the sky
A phantasmagoric duochrome
Blue and white castles

Rows of wet, healthy green trees
Swamps and bogs
And plains, and farmhouses
All - very distantly - within sight of the city
With its pillars of white

Plants, robust, rustic
And fences, and we pass under a bridge
And glimpse a patch of trees, green and brown
And over that way, the dark forest
And we're heading that way

A lone dog walker
The curve of the road, I feel it
All of creation beneath us
And people playing soccer
And the burgundy fields

What secrets does the green forest hold?
Dark and endless, b

Father's Day GiftDear Father

Well today is the day. The day you are king.

The day we roll up the red carpet and fulfill your wishes.

You have come a long way In this life. And have much to be thankful for.

It's true you got some downers lately but remember what you do have. A loving family, a well off home, a graduate son, another son in college on verge of securing his future, and a daughter booming with potential to become anything, and a loving wife who loves you to death as much as your children,

You are living the dream my father and king. A future we as your children hope to someday to being our own. So Happy Second and Early Birthday Father, and

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HALLUCINATIONSDusting the Wind with the scent of wishes,
and messages I thought I saw breathing soft,
my innocence so unused by the tender trespass
of half-delivered Truths, teased the Night
open so my heart may hallucinate, lovely
sins punctuate the clouds that part like
lovers' lips, a sigh escapes and so does
my hot yearning, I thought I saw you framed
in freedom and sweet scenes-or was this
just another mutilating thrust? Of a heart
still mending its own self-repair, always
aware that it does not belong anywhere but
to its own hurting homesickness, I thought
I saw love-or was my heart so starved that
a collage of hallucinations were all i

NEVER GOOD ENOUGHBleeding-crying from the imperfect ruptures
in my heart, my thoughts are compromised in
the slow slide of my sanity from the solitary
grace I once owned, I shiver in the stale
cold and wish for a strand of warmth to
redefine the definition of my life, but no
cashmere caress you give to me-existing in
pale comparison to your other persuasion,
so here and there I linger, a broken spirit
not worthy to be pollinated with Love's
mutual pollination, in your presence I found
myself wrapped in elemental cares-and your
sublime energy eliminating my lucid nightmare
with a stolen pleasure of our own, but too
soon it became a fatality to t

THE HIGH PRIESTESSWelcome daughter, welcome to the deep
unknown of my soul, where intuition
speaks through dreams that sit on the
edge of dreamlessness-there I will be,
welcome to knowing yourself and me,
half-remembered, almost tasted, but
not quite savored and satiated, I will
help you reclaim what was forgotten,
let the oracle of water that spurts
from my vulva drench you, open yourself
up to catch the flow in your thirsty
mouth, do not fear, the water will not
overwhelm you with too much power, but
her flood is thick like blood flowing
between the intimate contractions of
my uterine walls, follow the estrogen
echo of my footsteps, follow me

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A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR NUTMEG

by ~NocturneJewel, Dec 7, 2011, 9:42:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Like birthday wishes softly crackling,
candles burn through the nocturnal layers
of my home, rich red and purple veins
crisscross beneath my skin, tonight my
memory evaporates in a conversation of
color that I furnish with pen on paper,
sweetened by velvety thoughts of Nutmeg
for it's her birthday, two years has
she encircled me with her sticky feet
and gecko leaps and her red dalmatian
decor, two years has she left behind
her little footprints, delicate as the
rinsing out of graffiti from my heart,
my days have been gladdened by her
salt-and-spice recognition, my life
has been carved open by her reptile
religion, and love is what I taste
every time I kiss my little girl Nutmeg.

Peeling back from the pulsating walls
and the steamy skin that leaves my kettle,
dearest Nutmeg, may my love you always
feel, bending supple from the crowded
church that my maternal light attends,
may my love keep you warm and safe,
sleeping secure in the faith that I keep
bottled just for you, my littlest gecko
girl, how I worry about your constant
egg-laying, you are too delicate for
such womanly work, but I guess you think
you should because you know you can,
if I had just one birthday wish left
I would wish for you to stop your ova-
lating persistence and just be content
to be my little girl, my precious one,
since that dewy day you emerged from
your egg-leaving behind remnants of
fairy light-you nestled in the fleshy
folds of my heart and never left, I will
cherish you for all of your simple days,
may we share many more birthdays together,
this is my birthday wish for you,
my spicy-sweet Nutmeg.

December 17, 2009
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A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR NUTMEGby ~NocturneJewel

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

One of my smallest crested geckos, Nutmeg's 4th birthday is coming up on December 17th.

Nutmeg has always been a very small girl-too small to ever breed. I've held onto her because of her dwarfish size and have never put her with any males, but back then she still insisted on laying two eggs almost every month, and she was losing so much weight...I thought she was going to do this until she died...but today she's still alive and well and has slowed down dramatically on laying her infertile eggs. She's even put on some weight.

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~Avenvia Jan 7, 2012 Student Writer

Aw, I love how you incorporate her her namesake into your imagery - it really works well.

Good to know that she managed to survive despite being small, it's nice to have a story like that with a happy ending

~NocturneJewel Jan 7, 2012

Thank-you. I'm really happy that Nutmeg's story has a happy ending as well. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

*Wolfyone Dec 9, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

What a lovely tribute to her. I'm glad that she has slowed down with the egg laying. It is scary when you see such small things trying to bring forth life, or in her case eggs. May she have a long and healthy life with you.

~NocturneJewel Dec 12, 2011

Thank-you. Yes, I was afraid that she was going to do this until it killed her, but I'm happy to say that today she weighs 32g. This is the most that she's ever weighed. And I'm very happy about it.

*Wolfyone Dec 12, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

So scary when they get skinny. I'm glad she is thriving. My babies, I am happy to say, are all eating like champs now and growing, though Stormy is still the smallest of the group. I think she will be a small adult. She did come from the littlest egg though.

~creaking-door Dec 7, 2011

If only Nutmeg could read! She'd give you a big wet kiss! What a birthday pressie, and all for a crittur! But Im sure you'll whisper it softly to her. Give her a hug from me.
A beautiful piece again.

~NocturneJewel Dec 8, 2011

And a doubly warm comment yet again!
Thank-you!

~creaking-door Dec 8, 2011

~creaking-door Dec 7, 2011

If only Nutmeg could read! She'd give you a big wet kiss! What a birthday pressie, and all for a crittur! But Im sure you'll whisper it softly to her. Give her a hug from me.
A beautiful piece again.

~NocturneJewel Dec 8, 2011

Thank-you! I think I'll read it to her on her birthday. I think she'll understand, me and her speak the language of love. And I didn't know you were so fond of geckos! I'll give her a hug from you tonight.

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