A little something I wrote

     After much deliberation... I bring you poetry. After coming to college I stopped writing. My old laptop was full of character historys, parts of their past, the palce we would all meet for tea. There were pages of poetry and scatter-brained sentance fragments floating around. Now, there are a surplus of academic essays, lab reports and scholarly articles about bees and ericoid mycorrhizal fungi diversity.

An imaginative wasteland

       So I've decided to change that. The Frankenstine of my words shall live again! (Feel free to evil laugh) Anyways, my goal with what I pen is to transport you to another place, and constructive critisism is welcome! These are pretty much rough-drafts, but when I finalize something it'll be here and here. (There's a longer piece in the works that I'll get to, that I'm hoping to illustrate, more on that later, post-editing).

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Feel the wild places on your skin

Hollow places seeking heat within

Deeply turning in fogs of doom

By lightening boom, heralds sing

Welcome again to the King

Wild places joy again

Long lost the fear, the pain within

Aching for untold sin

Never to end, never to begin

In deep dark forests, spirits wait

For pale weak souls to find their peace

Not minding time or place

Ignoring the summons of a rhyme

Crackling songs unknown to those

Lost in wild places under creeping boughs

Birds flit softly here and there

But naught land for shame of fire here.