Have you hugged a tree today?
Not as an object -
It's not an object -
But as a lover, a friend,
Your mother who you meant to
Call last week, but never did.
Have you hugged a tree today?-
Embraced this sweet child of the Earth
Pressed your lips against its bark,
Pressed your hips against its trunk
And closed your eyes and smiled.
Have you hugged a tree today?
Friend you haven't seen for months,
Snug inside your arms again now
Fast forever, gently welcomed
Loving bonding strong for ages.
Have you hugged a tree today?
Buried face beneath its leaves,
Breathed its soft and musty fragrance,
Wrapped inside the warmth and love
Of Mother Earth pers
Boy
Once, there was a boy that was not like other boys.
He realized this early on.
His parents dressed him strangely.
His relatives treated him oddly.
The other boys put him on probation, but he couldn't run as fast. After that, they ignored him for a few grades.
(After that, they realized he had all the answers)
He didn't like running. It never seemed to work right.
He tried talking to the girls instead.
After all, they were the ones he was 'supposed' to be talking to anyway, who knew why.
It didn't go very well, to say the least.
They asked him if he was a "PIG", and he always got it wrong.
They giggled in corners about things o
Soul Mechanics: Grok by AmayaBloodmoon, literature
Literature
Soul Mechanics: Grok
Soul Mechanics: Grok
I am.
I am going to write a story.
I am going to write a story that will, by examples, teach you something.
It is going to teach you something about yourself.
Something about me.
Something about everyone else.
I am inspired in this by Robert A. Heinlein, who may or may not have approved. I suspect he would be entertained.
Now. I want you to think about something. Maybe an apple.
Apple.
Think about it.
Don't just nod at the word and go on. Think about all the apples you've seen, think about their color. Think about apple harvests, apple trees, the scent of the bark, the feel of the skin. The crunch as you bite i
If I say my name is Tristan
You might think it's Trystin, Tristen
If I say I'm Jill or Brandy
Now you think I'm full-out lesb'ian
What about this neutral face here
Says to you "Girl seeking girl?" I'm
Not I'm not I'm straight as rails
I'm looking for a way to live
I cannot walk down city streets
Without a judgement, inside outside
Every smile every answer
Feeds euphoria or depression
Need a job I need a job
I'm terrified to let them know that
What I want on my new nametag
Won't be on my legal papers
Who would want a new employee
Who would truly make them think? I
Might confuse the other workers
Might explode and die on site