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For years, an ancient oak tree stood in front of Tribekean’s household, hiding an already clandestine family. Not until a sunshine December 1989 day did the tree snap to reveal a darkness never seen before by mankind. No records detailing the day remain. Historian hands lock up attempting to scribble it down.
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crying tree
When theirs nothing to eat
I feed you sweets
When you cry if you hold me to your hart
I can feel your pluse.
Wehn your not near
I go to the crying tree
Waiting
Crying
Til your near me again
and the crying tree holds my hand
and helps me stand
the lonelyness.
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Unseen Redemption
Atested to time,
void's embrace.
Inside what may be,
time's limitless pace.
Abundance renowned,
a singular vision.
Distance presence,
united division.
Instinct abound,
abundant love.
In distant sounds,
of a white dove.
Resounding silence,
a touch of fate.
Instant redundance,
lucrative state.
A timeless honor,
in desperation astounds.
Vague whispers,
of void abounds.
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A 50-word story detailing the dark events of a December 1989 day.
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