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[title] => Tulips by the Trees
[time] => 2012-09-02 07:01:18
[hometext] => A horror story that I made moments ago tonight, that took about an hour, based upon a thought I had, trying to fall asleep.
[bodytext] => In the midst of her twenties
Or in the latter of her teens
Or even possibly
Anywhere inbetween
She had a short head of hair
With a band to hold
She had always wanted
The boy who looked so old
Day after day she watched
As the boy went by
And dreamed of him
To be hers before she die
She came before him
On a sunny afternoon
Autumn winds blew
Leaves crawled like mice
She had been waiting
At a public square
For the boy that she had known
Would soon be walking there
And so she had stood
By the tulips by the trees
And when the boy would come
She would finally succeed
She had hoped today
Would be the day
That finally he say
That she was oh so nice
She stood standing
Thinking of that moment
Where the boy would come
Would be surely mine
Her floral dress moving
Gently with the wind
Like a subtle lure
Hunting prey of different kind
Patiently she waited
As the light of day
Changed position
Working on her mission
The target, this boy
Who had looked so old
Had no interest
In a floral dress
Or even in a girl
Who had looked so young
But still she made a try
To make the boy her own
Again the boy came
And passed again throughout
Upon The path she stood
As an interest in her
He was sure without
It was maddening
It was ever so sad
It had Burned down her hope
The boy was all
That she would want to have
But she could not claim him
And so it drove her mad
The boy walked on alone
As he frequent had
His soles tapping
Upon the black beneath
He had heard a growl
Which would frighten any boy
He steered himself around
To see what threat greet him
Now there was a sight before
A slender grey-haired hound
With a demeanor of a beast
Frightened he take a step back
The growl became a snarl
The snarl became a bark
The fear that he had felt
Now became a horror
His steps back became a run
Frantic feet beating like his heart
The hound made haste
And gave the boy a chase
The hound had followed
Determined as well
The boy in absolute terror
Ran into the woods
He had no longer heard
The rhythmic pant
Of a beast who want him dead
So he stopped to catch his breath
Moments later he heard a noise
The sounds of laughter
The sounds of joy
But not the ones he knew
These sounded malicious
They sounded evil
His eyes darted from side to side
His body changing direction
Whereever the source be
It always managed to hide
He screamed, he yelled
He begged and he plead
Blowing with the wind on every side
Were tulips by the trees
A young girl's laugh
Haunt him as he panic
He had had enough
He needed to escape
Get away from this place
And so again he ran
Until he came upon a square
Whereat he ran within the grass
Kicking tulips as he pass
Again he turned to see
The hound sitting in the plants
The boy stepped back again
But the hound had stayed
Remaining ever still
The boy stepped back more
And the hound it lie down
But the boy he did not trust
A hound that be so cruel
The hound had now stood
With a movement so quick
The boy jumped at the sight
Of the beast that stood
Basking in the moon's light
The hound had now finished
Rushing forth
Intentions all the same
Its teeth sunk in his sleeve
Piercing the boy's arm
He now writhed in pain
Oh agony, oh defeat
The boy had hit the hound
But to no avail
The hound opened its maw
Quickly it made a leap
The boy's eyes wide open
Every breath an eternity
The cold air showing
Fractions of soul
Leaving either body
The hound's teeth had caught his neck
Dropping him alongside
The tulips by the trees
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Tulips by the Trees
Contributed by
xHeathenx
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Sunday, 2nd September 2012 @ 07:01:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
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In the midst of her twenties
Or in the latter of her teens
Or even possibly
Anywhere inbetween
She had a short head of hair
With a band to hold
She had always wanted
The boy who looked so old
Day after day she watched
As the boy went by
And dreamed of him
To be hers before she die
She came before him
On a sunny afternoon
Autumn winds blew
Leaves crawled like mice
She had been waiting
At a public square
For the boy that she had known
Would soon be walking there
And so she had stood
By the tulips by the trees
And when the boy would come
She would finally succeed
She had hoped today
Would be the day
That finally he say
That she was oh so nice
She stood standing
Thinking of that moment
Where the boy would come
Would be surely mine
Her floral dress moving
Gently with the wind
Like a subtle lure
Hunting prey of different kind
Patiently she waited
As the light of day
Changed position
Working on her mission
The target, this boy
Who had looked so old
Had no interest
In a floral dress
Or even in a girl
Who had looked so young
But still she made a try
To make the boy her own
Again the boy came
And passed again throughout
Upon The path she stood
As an interest in her
He was sure without
It was maddening
It was ever so sad
It had Burned down her hope
The boy was all
That she would want to have
But she could not claim him
And so it drove her mad
The boy walked on alone
As he frequent had
His soles tapping
Upon the black beneath
He had heard a growl
Which would frighten any boy
He steered himself around
To see what threat greet him
Now there was a sight before
A slender grey-haired hound
With a demeanor of a beast
Frightened he take a step back
The growl became a snarl
The snarl became a bark
The fear that he had felt
Now became a horror
His steps back became a run
Frantic feet beating like his heart
The hound made haste
And gave the boy a chase
The hound had followed
Determined as well
The boy in absolute terror
Ran into the woods
He had no longer heard
The rhythmic pant
Of a beast who want him dead
So he stopped to catch his breath
Moments later he heard a noise
The sounds of laughter
The sounds of joy
But not the ones he knew
These sounded malicious
They sounded evil
His eyes darted from side to side
His body changing direction
Whereever the source be
It always managed to hide
He screamed, he yelled
He begged and he plead
Blowing with the wind on every side
Were tulips by the trees
A young girl's laugh
Haunt him as he panic
He had had enough
He needed to escape
Get away from this place
And so again he ran
Until he came upon a square
Whereat he ran within the grass
Kicking tulips as he pass
Again he turned to see
The hound sitting in the plants
The boy stepped back again
But the hound had stayed
Remaining ever still
The boy stepped back more
And the hound it lie down
But the boy he did not trust
A hound that be so cruel
The hound had now stood
With a movement so quick
The boy jumped at the sight
Of the beast that stood
Basking in the moon's light
The hound had now finished
Rushing forth
Intentions all the same
Its teeth sunk in his sleeve
Piercing the boy's arm
He now writhed in pain
Oh agony, oh defeat
The boy had hit the hound
But to no avail
The hound opened its maw
Quickly it made a leap
The boy's eyes wide open
Every breath an eternity
The cold air showing
Fractions of soul
Leaving either body
The hound's teeth had caught his neck
Dropping him alongside
The tulips by the trees
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 13th September 2012 @ 10:47:51 PM AEST
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I read this before and am reading again as I didn't have time to comment on it the other day. Sorry bout that.
I also apologize as I am not sure why you wanted me to read it. Not that reading it would be a problem I just can't remember the reason, if any.
If for constructive feedback, I am (at times) uncomfortable doing that.... constructive feedback.
But I would Like to say that I did indeed enjoy reading this the other day and again tonight. I like the way it starts out as to is what seemingly to be a love story of unrequited love and turns into more of a fantasy of a shape shifting beast (the girl?) getting what she wanted in the first place. Honestly, both times, I for some reason placed myself in the role of the boy .
Thank you for an enjoyable read.
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 13th September 2012 @ 10:49:27 PM AEST
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| Meant to say putting myself in to the role of the boy made me feel the fear of the boy. Thanks. |
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by deusdeira on
Sunday, 23rd September 2012 @ 03:26:17 AM AEST
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| Well if the wolf was the girl then i have to say... she did get his heart... in a way.... hahaha but I actually liked this short story because for me, the wolf was more of a metaphor about love and what it feels like to have unrequited love. I like to think that the girl might not have even been a human at all, but perhaps was even a wolf the whole time, and the dress and clothing was actually the metaphor. haha but perhaps that is going just a bit too far. I think that in the end, what this poem was really about was the chase and revenge for love not returned. Or perhaps the girl wasn't the wolf, and the boy was not interested in love because he knew that wolf would find him. There are so many ways to interpret a poem. That is why i love poetry. |
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by deusdeira on
Sunday, 23rd September 2012 @ 03:27:34 AM AEST
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| I am also curious to know what you meant when you said the boy "looked so old." Perhaps a reference to time or innocence. I don't know, but I like it, and i enjoy pondering your poems. |
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by softerware on
Friday, 16th January 2015 @ 08:28:26 PM AEST
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Zowie! This is some tale! I kept rooting for the hound!
I may never walk alone in a wooded area again, and most certainly I will be more respectful of mere tulips!
Brrr…a chilling story so easy to read and still it carries the mystery to the last stanza.
Well done!
Jaye
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Re: Tulips by the Trees
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 25th February 2015 @ 11:07:02 AM AEST
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Poor bastard! He really just should've taken her on a date...You know what they say...Hell hath no fury...! ;)
I like the obsessive nature you wrote this with. Eventually turning it into something savage. Animalistic.
Dark and creative. An interesting read that I could easily picture.
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