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- Aloe Blacc.
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Her locket.
Her bedside.
Her piano.
Dark curls and green eyes.
Perfect white teeth.
A sharp chin.
Her lover.
Arched eyebrows.
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She'll hear the words in her ears:
The sound of love.
'I love it when you smile..'
Her fingertips grace the keys, black and white.
Turning pink and red.
'You ARE beautiful'.
The sound of countless sunsets fills the dusty room.
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Just a memory.
You are a ghost that listens to her talk to herself.
You are the air against her lips.
You're nothing but a memory

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Allowing the light which breathed life into the balcony to slip away, with the exception of the study door, which he had purposefully left open.
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The m

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This power....
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
In
MY
hands.

Only
MY
hands.

I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.

However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
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I ca

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What do you think it is?

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For 16 years you have grown up with this. It's the only thing you know.
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Just dissolve into nothing.
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You don't eat.
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You don't think.
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(This entry is not an attempt to enlighten anyone to current events. People might have already come across what I’m talking about. But in case some people have not, on with the entry!)

*THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS VERY, VERY MILD, BARELY PREVALENT LANGUAGE.*

Well Teen Titans fans, the new cartoon series for the Titans, Teen Titans Go!, has been on the air for four weeks now. I don’t know about most of you guys, but I personally find this show quite entertaining! I had my doubts in the beginning; I was really worried that the show was going to bomb, not really because of the design the s

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The Tree's Name

by *Malintra-Shadowmoon, Jul 6, 2012, 3:06:29 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives / Short Stories

The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.

A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.

The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.

The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.

During one long dark and cold winter it dreamt of having a name and being called by it. That would produce a very special magic and it would find its destiny.

One beautiful evening the air was clear and pure. It was summer and the air was comfortable warm and starlit. Even here – at the remote place in the Old Forest where the young tree grew – penetrated the starlight and the warmth of summer.

Suddenly a crack in the underbrush could be heard. The sleeping birds woke up and took wing in fright.

But there was no reason to be worried. It was me who stood in front of the tree all of a sudden and looked at it in admiration.

The tree felt great joy and looked at me. It started to enter into communication with me by its own way.

"Have you come to give me a name?"

"I will give you YOUR name, not any name", I replied.

"Oh, yes, I am already very anxious for I have been waiting for you a long time."

"I have followed the call of my heart and thus I have found you here. Your name is LOVE", I said.

"Love…", answered the tree and let this word took effect on its senses for a while.
"Yes, that is MY name – LOVE. You are right, my friend."

I tenderly kissed one of its leaves and embraced its stem. But the tree was so happy like never before in its life.

The Tree's Nameby *Malintra-Shadowmoon

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives / Short Stories

How I gave a name to a tree. It is 1/3 fiction and 2/3 truth but I decided to put it into fiction as it is no non-fictional essay.

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~KodokuNoNana Jul 16, 2012 General Artist

This reminds me of something

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Jul 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That seems to be a good memory. I am glad you liked it

~moonlight4ngel Jul 7, 2012 Student General Artist

This is very beautiful... and also it's theme is really close to me because I love trees, they give me something, a feeling or more that nothing else in the world can... and without trees around me I feel a strong homesick.
Thank you for sharing this

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Jul 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you very much. So our souls might be probably from the same place? From the same kind, the same kin?
As I am including some genetic features of my kin even in this life, I feel the urge a bit stronger by not being able to live in houses completely. When in a house, I miss the "air", the care, the living things around me. It is like someone putting both hands to my throat and throttle me. So, usually I work in a house (no other option left) and after work I hurry either for some wooden place or just behind my house where is my little wood (I call it, my oaken tree, my creek, my enchanted portal - everything is there) and I am waiting for the night to come. For my hobbies and PC and sleeping I can do outdoors or on the balcony. It is so beautiful lying on the balcony watching the stars

I am glad you liked it.

~moonlight4ngel Jul 7, 2012 Student General Artist

It really gives me a good feeling that are others who feel the same I do... I also wish to be always outside, even dreaming about a house in the woods where I could live forever... I miss something, something that I couldn't find yet, couldn't even realize what it really is... but I feel that I miss something that I must find in this lifetime. Now I am living in a flat so there are not so many chances to spend my time in nature or sitting under a tree where I could be filled of that great energy of nature which can be found only there. In parks I always spend a lot of time, but cars and people are always bothering... and no nearby woods or forest there...
I just can say that take your chances and spend as much time in your little woods as possible because I can really understand your feelings about nature and trees...

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Jul 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

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