I used to love playing in my friends’ backyard. Their backyard was an entire forest! They lived in a log house in the middle of the woods. We used to venture into the woods and spend hours playing and climbing trees. There were so many oak trees…
Emily
Poison oak!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
It’s in my pants!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Benjamin
the oak leaves rustles as sarah leaned her head back agaisnt the trunk. She sighed as she thought about what had happened yesterday. A lone tear trickled down her cheek before she angrily brushed it away.
“Mom wouldn’t want me to be angry,” she said aloud to herself. “She’s in heaven now.”
Kimberly
wow random
franni
oak is a tree. i think. when i think of oak i think of trees and forests. but there are really no forests near me. i don’t like that. i want to live in a place filled with trees for climbing that are a gorgeous green but then a pretty red and yellow and orange and then they’re bare in the winter but still pretty because of the snow. i want trees that arent palm trees near me because I hate them because thats what i’ve grown up with.
Emily
There is a stretch of road through norcal home to my greatest sentimentality marked by oaks and boulders.
Kirk
I love oak. Actually I don’t really know anything about oak. It is strong, solid, reliable. Hmm, oak sounds like a good mate. I should compare mates to wood to easily lay out their qualities. Not balsa wood, too flimsy. I am an oak loving girl.
Lauren Moon
There’s an old oak tree at my parents house that I grew with. We both reached to the sky, and we both had our lives. Many friends, many ecosystems…
Today the phone rang and a stranger said “the oak was cut down.”
Great grief. As if I lost part of my family.
{Matt}
Short explosion of vocal domain. Nice word, indeed. The last pulse wil travel long ways into our reality plan and digitialy interact with it’s other half…to create a diamond for another universe.
Kaizar
my grandpa’s dining room table was made of oak, the same kind that the cupboards in the kitchen were made of, a golden ochre with streaks of the wood grain in them. The table matched six chairs with maroon fabric on the seats, filigree on the backs.
Sarah
Zeus whispers sweet nothings to the particularly beautiful priestesses in the morning. The oak trees grow so tired of immortal flirtations they blush and wither in the autumn.
Jennifer
What? Oak again?
Dudle
Oak is as far as i know a kind of leaf tree. That’s pretty much it.
Dudle
I was bleary-eyed when I awoke. He was lying there, absentmindedly running his fingers over the veigns of the freshly cut oak headboard. The woody scent washed over me…then the smell of his cologne, and the scent of the freshly laundered sheets. He noticed that I’d roused and cupped me face in his hand, then leaned in to give me a few soft kisses.
Aphrodaelia
Professor Oak is a complete dick. He hands out animals that have potentially cataclysmic levels of power to kids that are about 6 years old and tells the kids to go out and fight other animals in cock-fights to the death, that ass hole is just another cog in that horrible slavery-driven machine we call pocket monsters.
Y
oak trees are beautiful any time of year. i believe that they exist in narnia and they make me believe in the fact that the eauty in the world is inherent and indestructable. i heart oaks!
jonathan
There’s this oak tree in the back yard that Dad wants to cut down but city codes won’t let him. I am outwardly outraged for him but I’m secretly glad. It’s like a part of history
skim
There is barely a mark in the bark of the centuries-old oak tree, hardly a visible trace of the car which hit it at over 60 miles an hour. Four young lives cut short that night, four others forever broken.
Taddy
For the longest time I thought that oaks were relatively small trees, not much bigger than olive trees, with small, shiny leaves. Such were the oaks in Provence–nothing like the large, majestic trees that line the path here, large in their trunk and large in their leaves.
Taddy
I beat him senseless right next to an oak tree. Eh, it felt good. I won’t lie. You are supposed to feel bad about this kind of shit, right? They teach you to talk about your feelings. They teach you to never make a fist.
But they don’t teach you what to do when talking just doesn’t fucking work.
Che
Hardy leaves, they do not decay and return to the Earth. Stubbornly, they sit in piles, to the dismay of gardeners everywhere, who believe their shade is not worth the raking…
Jane
is it oak all day long? i can generate a new word? any word? i feel like any word would be a better starting point than ‘oak.’ i hate nature.
Anonymous
allergies. spring’s a fucking bitch yo.
Anonymous
tree big and tall. good tree climbing tree
lainey
trees, man, trees. oak give oxygen and stuff. life is a circle of all living things. furniture is pretty cool too. we learned how make ourselves civilized using trees and such.
bobby
Wait what am I supposed to be doing? writing? is that it? okays I’m going to just write my little butt off, lol. My sister is trying to make a “tshirt dollar bill” it’s fun to watch, but it looks confusing…
Sarah
there was an oak on tv that spoke and was wise and carried two halflings on his back. i would like that instead of a car. eco-friendly. right?
September 13th, 2009.
Christine D. O.
I used to be in love with a little tree. A Nice Oak called Bumtu. But now Bumtu is a very old tree and he does not recognise me anymore
himo
I watch as he runs his fingers along the smooth oak surface of the table.He’s talking about how much it costs but all I can think about is those fingers.
Touching me.When shall I tell him?
Aly
a tree, beautiful, stately can carry a swing in the country, not furniture, pure.
aly
The majestic oak is a noble tree. We have several in our yard and the birds love them. We love to rack the leaves in the fall and jump in them. How we love the oak tree
Anonymous
Where shall we shelter and where shall we sleep for the oak and the ash they are all cutten down,
And the more I think on you the more I think Long
(Bonny Portmore
alisa haller
oak tree. i like wine that has a woody flavor. it has such a strong but delicious sensation to the tongue. i wonder if any of the barrels used to age wine are made of oak? perhaps.
nat
The oak is a very strong and reliable tree that can be found pretty much anywhere in the United States. It’s a hard wood. No one wants to make joaks about oaks, because it’s such a hearty tree. And sporting an oak is
Anonymous
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Ned
oak is hard and sturdy.
Jerm
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Anonymous
trees and life
Michelle
tresscoffetable and wood aokwood shorewood boner cloak harry potter favorite movies gucci arry potter! fal leaves best season crisp fresh apple pie dinner with family
Anonymous
Majestic and strong and mighty with arms reaching outward as if to envelope the viewer in it’s embrace. The Oak tree
I used to love playing in my friends’ backyard. Their backyard was an entire forest! They lived in a log house in the middle of the woods. We used to venture into the woods and spend hours playing and climbing trees. There were so many oak trees…
Poison oak!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!
It’s in my pants!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
the oak leaves rustles as sarah leaned her head back agaisnt the trunk. She sighed as she thought about what had happened yesterday. A lone tear trickled down her cheek before she angrily brushed it away.
“Mom wouldn’t want me to be angry,” she said aloud to herself. “She’s in heaven now.”
wow random
oak is a tree. i think. when i think of oak i think of trees and forests. but there are really no forests near me. i don’t like that. i want to live in a place filled with trees for climbing that are a gorgeous green but then a pretty red and yellow and orange and then they’re bare in the winter but still pretty because of the snow. i want trees that arent palm trees near me because I hate them because thats what i’ve grown up with.
There is a stretch of road through norcal home to my greatest sentimentality marked by oaks and boulders.
I love oak. Actually I don’t really know anything about oak. It is strong, solid, reliable. Hmm, oak sounds like a good mate. I should compare mates to wood to easily lay out their qualities. Not balsa wood, too flimsy. I am an oak loving girl.
There’s an old oak tree at my parents house that I grew with. We both reached to the sky, and we both had our lives. Many friends, many ecosystems…
Today the phone rang and a stranger said “the oak was cut down.”
Great grief. As if I lost part of my family.
Short explosion of vocal domain. Nice word, indeed. The last pulse wil travel long ways into our reality plan and digitialy interact with it’s other half…to create a diamond for another universe.
my grandpa’s dining room table was made of oak, the same kind that the cupboards in the kitchen were made of, a golden ochre with streaks of the wood grain in them. The table matched six chairs with maroon fabric on the seats, filigree on the backs.
Zeus whispers sweet nothings to the particularly beautiful priestesses in the morning. The oak trees grow so tired of immortal flirtations they blush and wither in the autumn.
What? Oak again?
Oak is as far as i know a kind of leaf tree. That’s pretty much it.
I was bleary-eyed when I awoke. He was lying there, absentmindedly running his fingers over the veigns of the freshly cut oak headboard. The woody scent washed over me…then the smell of his cologne, and the scent of the freshly laundered sheets. He noticed that I’d roused and cupped me face in his hand, then leaned in to give me a few soft kisses.
Professor Oak is a complete dick. He hands out animals that have potentially cataclysmic levels of power to kids that are about 6 years old and tells the kids to go out and fight other animals in cock-fights to the death, that ass hole is just another cog in that horrible slavery-driven machine we call pocket monsters.
oak trees are beautiful any time of year. i believe that they exist in narnia and they make me believe in the fact that the eauty in the world is inherent and indestructable. i heart oaks!
There’s this oak tree in the back yard that Dad wants to cut down but city codes won’t let him. I am outwardly outraged for him but I’m secretly glad. It’s like a part of history
There is barely a mark in the bark of the centuries-old oak tree, hardly a visible trace of the car which hit it at over 60 miles an hour. Four young lives cut short that night, four others forever broken.
For the longest time I thought that oaks were relatively small trees, not much bigger than olive trees, with small, shiny leaves. Such were the oaks in Provence–nothing like the large, majestic trees that line the path here, large in their trunk and large in their leaves.
I beat him senseless right next to an oak tree. Eh, it felt good. I won’t lie. You are supposed to feel bad about this kind of shit, right? They teach you to talk about your feelings. They teach you to never make a fist.
But they don’t teach you what to do when talking just doesn’t fucking work.
Hardy leaves, they do not decay and return to the Earth. Stubbornly, they sit in piles, to the dismay of gardeners everywhere, who believe their shade is not worth the raking…
is it oak all day long? i can generate a new word? any word? i feel like any word would be a better starting point than ‘oak.’ i hate nature.
allergies. spring’s a fucking bitch yo.
tree big and tall. good tree climbing tree
trees, man, trees. oak give oxygen and stuff. life is a circle of all living things. furniture is pretty cool too. we learned how make ourselves civilized using trees and such.
Wait what am I supposed to be doing? writing? is that it? okays I’m going to just write my little butt off, lol. My sister is trying to make a “tshirt dollar bill” it’s fun to watch, but it looks confusing…
there was an oak on tv that spoke and was wise and carried two halflings on his back. i would like that instead of a car. eco-friendly. right?
September 13th, 2009.
I used to be in love with a little tree. A Nice Oak called Bumtu. But now Bumtu is a very old tree and he does not recognise me anymore
I watch as he runs his fingers along the smooth oak surface of the table.He’s talking about how much it costs but all I can think about is those fingers.
Touching me.When shall I tell him?
a tree, beautiful, stately can carry a swing in the country, not furniture, pure.
The majestic oak is a noble tree. We have several in our yard and the birds love them. We love to rack the leaves in the fall and jump in them. How we love the oak tree
Where shall we shelter and where shall we sleep for the oak and the ash they are all cutten down,
And the more I think on you the more I think Long
(Bonny Portmore
oak tree. i like wine that has a woody flavor. it has such a strong but delicious sensation to the tongue. i wonder if any of the barrels used to age wine are made of oak? perhaps.
The oak is a very strong and reliable tree that can be found pretty much anywhere in the United States. It’s a hard wood. No one wants to make joaks about oaks, because it’s such a hearty tree. And sporting an oak is
hard table leaves Thanksgiving wind acorns dean’s office 18 panes severe
oak is hard and sturdy.
trees coffetable dresser fall leaves falling crisp cool air friends family pumpkin pie cross counrty
trees and life
tresscoffetable and wood aokwood shorewood boner cloak harry potter favorite movies gucci arry potter! fal leaves best season crisp fresh apple pie dinner with family
Majestic and strong and mighty with arms reaching outward as if to envelope the viewer in it’s embrace. The Oak tree