Comments on: branches

By: Nola Campbell

Nola Campbell — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 18:29:42 +0000

Muses must do what they are here to do creatively and courageously or they will get cranky branches????

By: iara

iara — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 17:39:18 +0000

The trees were full of branches and they were full of leaves, Clara loved the color of the branches the way they collided with each other making beautiful trees…

By: Huff

Huff — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 17:30:46 +0000

I dont know what this is. oH wait! it’s on tree. This word makes me think of Hagrig in Harry Potter for no reason. Or a forrest. Hmm. Branches are probably very har

By: A

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 17:13:09 +0000

The branches cracked and broke underneath my feet, sending me lurching down a few inches before I grabbed another. “Help! Help, somone!” I holllared. I couldn’t hold on, I didn’t know how to get down, but I couldn’t possibly go higher. I don’t even know why I started climbing this damn tree!

By: Thirteen

Thirteen — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 16:45:25 +0000

I’m trying to branch out, you know – to go beyond what I’ve looked like before. I’m trying to recapture that little bit of me that you thought was so awe-inspiring, so… Awful. I guess. I’m trying to be more like you were when we first met, instead of the way you are now that we don’t know each other anymore. I’m trying to be a lot of different people, crammed into one nanosecond, and this body that doesn’t support over-achievement. But I’m trying, and that’s branching out, so isn’t it enough for now?

By: silbs

silbs — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 16:03:02 +0000

These are the only thing I could hold on to. Branches. To keep me from falling to my death. To keep me fro falling to my end.
I look down and gulp. If I fall, I;m surely to be in pieces,
The branch creaks along with me. Is this my end? Funny how one day I couldn’t pay attention to the thing that’s now holding my life.

By: fatin

fatin — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 15:52:58 +0000

the tree branches into one another

By: Debi

Debi — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 15:52:09 +0000

The sunlight filtered through the branches, lighting up the stone-covered walkway under us in seemingly random patterns. I tried to avoid stepping on these sunlight-blotches, thinking of that old nursery rhyme on stepping on a crack, you break your mother’s back. This made me feel childish.

By: eagle

eagle — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 15:45:42 +0000

We are the many branches of the family …. same tree … different sizes, different directions. We will go on.

By: Nyxtrisk

Nyxtrisk — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 15:34:12 +0000

The endless branches of catacombs crawled onwards and onwards, seeming to grow as they continued on