pine trees, stacked and stacked, vertically filled into forrests neverending. while adoring the scene, one truly fails
to really see the trees.
in a sea of green
you miss out on the true meaning.
Rufian
Alpine Forest.
I am caressed.
How could I ever find anything mundane
In a world full of pine?
akikommukai@gmail.com
You can’t show me around the forrests where you used to crawl and run. You can’t sit with me under the rain and feel the pines cry as the wind tilts their bodies. Or isn’t there wind there? I don’t know, you never said, or was it that I never got to ask? I never got to ask you a great many things, like why you looked upset when your chest was ripping with joy or why you always seemed to be somewhere else while I had you in my mouth. Well now I don’t have you in my mouth and you can’t feel me or the moisture and heat of the land. I’m sad never hiked, you neverh ad the chance to joke about keeping our batteries alive and how we should warm them up. We never got to sit around a fire, suck the berries off eachothers mouths or cuddle at a hillside. Thinking it’d be fun to roll off, because if we did we’d roll off together. Both covered in muddy cuts, salty tears, pine needles in our mouths.
Loser
el pinito de navidad es bonito. tiene muchas esferas de muchos colores. este a
Fabiola
I like pines. Pines have pinecones. Pines make forests. I like forests. Pines make good Christmas trees. I like Christmas!
Sashku
I pine for her like there’s no tomorrow and no yesterday and no hope of any today. She ignores me, despite all my efforts to be noticed. I stand near her, happy to be there and, at the same time, tortured by her nearness when it has nothing to do with me. Oh, the pain.
kjt
The pine scent that fills the bathroom is particularly disgusting. I much prefer lemon. Pine smells like furniture polish. Or grandma’s house. Not my grandma, but, you know, a grandma. Pine.
Jill
pine tree. pine loves green. pine reminds me of a cemetary. pine is sad. pine is everywhere. pine is pain. and pain is not good. i have about thirty seconds or this pine will kick me off. pine pine pine pine pine. i hate pine. pine trees. pine cones. pine trees are green. pine cones are orange. i just went through a wake and a funeral and cried the pine out of myself. rest in peace eric michael brander. i love you ‘so’ much.
Jenna
fsa
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Today I read a short bio on a girl that I think passed away, oh my nelly did she have great things to say and do. I wish that I would have had the opportunity to know her but was not able to. Why is life cut so short and things don’t go the way they should, lives should never be taking so early and at a young age like that. I wish that her health problems would have been solved, when if you look at things, people are trying to do way to much silly stuff instead of the more practical things, like saving lifes of a human!
Taylor
pine tree above a horizon blue, stuck beneath a shadowy sinister flair. There are three people walking in a weakening meadow. Stale crusty breaths are laced with opiate dreams above the stately saccharine clouds. It’s a benevolent dream where the life is sucked out of the hallow tastes of dawn. broken, miserable, dreadfully stoic.
Emad
the smell of pine and cheap bathroom calogne consumed the car. He was trying to make a move but she couldnt dare…..
she opened the window to feel free.
KC
I love the smell of pine when walking in the woods, it is also a pleasure to have a pine smell during the holiday season. My floors are make of pine, and feel so nice when it is hot outside, not so much when it is cold, though. A girl told me about this website and it seems realy neat. I don’t think that she
Anonymous
The scent of pine hung heavy in the house, much like her heart. Christmas was always a difficult season, made even more difficult by the loss of her mother.
Sandini
pine fresh, tasty delight
delight to see you
hanging off
way off broadway
holding on to the little pine
pine, sign where’s my sign?
when do i get my tasty delight?
thebean
PINE TREE
Fullis
I pine for you. Like the flower pines for the sun. Like the earth pines for water. Like a girl should pine for a man. But you don’t really know me, so I can’t say anything. I wish I could say hello. I wish I could meet you on the street, or go for coffee, or to a movie. I wish I could have the chance to love you, and not just pine for you.
typesetjez
pine 4 love
Anonymous
for pine
mj
pine fuckwit
fuckwit
Tress are always growing all over the damn place. Everywhere I go, it’s trees trees trees. All the time, no matter what. Even in Arizona and Nevada or wherever, out there in the desert, you’ve got freaking Joshua trees. Joshua trees! Yeah right. I like trees ok, but not pine trees. They smell and they’re sticky and mean.
Cydneycakes@gmail.com
I pine to hear the breeze drift through pine trees near my childhood home. Such a lovely soft swooshing sound on a warm summer day as the breeze gently slips through the pine needles on the trees, carrying their scent far and wide. Or it can be your worst nightmare on a harsh cold winter night as the frigid wind rips through the branches and does an icy dance all around you. The noise is deafening and the unrelenting cold makes you run for the warmth of home.
Peaceable
She pined away the summer for him, waiting patiently for his letters, no matter how few and far between they were. It was miserable at times, but she knew it was worth it. That day when he finally came back, her heart felt as if it would beat right out of her chest.
Bethany
i dont want to pine for you
anymore but
somehow i can’t forget the days we’d spent
being only together
how come you said forever?
you only meant a few months,
it hurts knowing you lied to me.
i trusted you, against
my better judgement,
cause the heart never lets you listen to your head.
rae
well pine trees look pretty i kinda seem to like em but pine cones are the best they look cool when u paint them
eloy
The pine needles are sharp, like the heart I used to know. The pain is green with ambers, of the love you used to give. I live in the evergreens of danger, of things I wish I wouldn’t have done. The thick breeze is stinging, oh my sweet November love..
Sophie
Oh the pine trees have always been scary during the ice storms. I’m always afraid one lose a branch on the roof of our house.
Morgan
scent
Freda
She pines for him daily, sitting at the window seat and staring out the frosted glass at the snow. They all know he’s not coming back, but no one has the heart to wrench her away from the window. Deep down, they all fear the reaction it might elict. So they let her sit. Watching and waiting.
Casye
line
amanda
Don’t want to write about this. It bothers me that you want me to write about all those pine trees being stricken down for our selfish uses. Why would you want to slaughter something so beautiful and pristine?
trees
nut tree nutty treeless state usa cone fir green tree stateteritory pineapple fruit truly really that’s it i think
v
pine is a great wood all though it could be a pine in the butt to work with i cant really tell you how or why we do this just the fact that maybe pine is fun to some of us but i find it a very difficult wood a pine in the butt. :(
Andrew
The pine cone tree stood in my yard, whimpering over it’s loss of it’s children. It became so depressed that it commited suicide.
Rhett Frakes
It’s wintertime again in my heart-
it’s funny, how my feelings seem to come in seasons.
It’s always justified- always a reason for this madness.
However- as some days roll around, just as snow falls from clouds, my heart drops to the floor.
Someday, summer will come, just like it comes in my town. Someday, winter will come again. Some places and some people have shorter winter seasons than others-
But it seems like I live in Chicago.
Brian K
there is no smell quite like the smell of pine. Thats what i said as we walked through the city streets, 3 weeks before christmas passing all the trees for sale. Thats when my friend anthony stated he was allergic to pine. It was funny on its own, but even funnier considering he was with a girl he was trying to impress. Me and my friend lauren still laugh about it to this day.
Melanie
Closing my eyes is enough for bringind that powerful smell, mixing flowers with windy wood… Which always remember me my lovely childhood…
Nadia
pine tress magical christmas mornings and show
blah
smells have filled the living room. it was a fraiser a christmas tree picked from the parking lot the boys scouts transform into their christmas tree sales hub. It was a family tradition to go there. we had been doing it for fifteen years. or at least as long as i could remember which was probably more than fifteen years.
pine trees, stacked and stacked, vertically filled into forrests neverending. while adoring the scene, one truly fails
to really see the trees.
in a sea of green
you miss out on the true meaning.
Alpine Forest.
I am caressed.
How could I ever find anything mundane
In a world full of pine?
You can’t show me around the forrests where you used to crawl and run. You can’t sit with me under the rain and feel the pines cry as the wind tilts their bodies. Or isn’t there wind there? I don’t know, you never said, or was it that I never got to ask? I never got to ask you a great many things, like why you looked upset when your chest was ripping with joy or why you always seemed to be somewhere else while I had you in my mouth. Well now I don’t have you in my mouth and you can’t feel me or the moisture and heat of the land. I’m sad never hiked, you neverh ad the chance to joke about keeping our batteries alive and how we should warm them up. We never got to sit around a fire, suck the berries off eachothers mouths or cuddle at a hillside. Thinking it’d be fun to roll off, because if we did we’d roll off together. Both covered in muddy cuts, salty tears, pine needles in our mouths.
el pinito de navidad es bonito. tiene muchas esferas de muchos colores. este a
I like pines. Pines have pinecones. Pines make forests. I like forests. Pines make good Christmas trees. I like Christmas!
I pine for her like there’s no tomorrow and no yesterday and no hope of any today. She ignores me, despite all my efforts to be noticed. I stand near her, happy to be there and, at the same time, tortured by her nearness when it has nothing to do with me. Oh, the pain.
The pine scent that fills the bathroom is particularly disgusting. I much prefer lemon. Pine smells like furniture polish. Or grandma’s house. Not my grandma, but, you know, a grandma. Pine.
pine tree. pine loves green. pine reminds me of a cemetary. pine is sad. pine is everywhere. pine is pain. and pain is not good. i have about thirty seconds or this pine will kick me off. pine pine pine pine pine. i hate pine. pine trees. pine cones. pine trees are green. pine cones are orange. i just went through a wake and a funeral and cried the pine out of myself. rest in peace eric michael brander. i love you ‘so’ much.
fsa
Today I read a short bio on a girl that I think passed away, oh my nelly did she have great things to say and do. I wish that I would have had the opportunity to know her but was not able to. Why is life cut so short and things don’t go the way they should, lives should never be taking so early and at a young age like that. I wish that her health problems would have been solved, when if you look at things, people are trying to do way to much silly stuff instead of the more practical things, like saving lifes of a human!
pine tree above a horizon blue, stuck beneath a shadowy sinister flair. There are three people walking in a weakening meadow. Stale crusty breaths are laced with opiate dreams above the stately saccharine clouds. It’s a benevolent dream where the life is sucked out of the hallow tastes of dawn. broken, miserable, dreadfully stoic.
the smell of pine and cheap bathroom calogne consumed the car. He was trying to make a move but she couldnt dare…..
she opened the window to feel free.
I love the smell of pine when walking in the woods, it is also a pleasure to have a pine smell during the holiday season. My floors are make of pine, and feel so nice when it is hot outside, not so much when it is cold, though. A girl told me about this website and it seems realy neat. I don’t think that she
The scent of pine hung heavy in the house, much like her heart. Christmas was always a difficult season, made even more difficult by the loss of her mother.
pine fresh, tasty delight
delight to see you
hanging off
way off broadway
holding on to the little pine
pine, sign where’s my sign?
when do i get my tasty delight?
PINE TREE
I pine for you. Like the flower pines for the sun. Like the earth pines for water. Like a girl should pine for a man. But you don’t really know me, so I can’t say anything. I wish I could say hello. I wish I could meet you on the street, or go for coffee, or to a movie. I wish I could have the chance to love you, and not just pine for you.
pine 4 love
for pine
pine fuckwit
Tress are always growing all over the damn place. Everywhere I go, it’s trees trees trees. All the time, no matter what. Even in Arizona and Nevada or wherever, out there in the desert, you’ve got freaking Joshua trees. Joshua trees! Yeah right. I like trees ok, but not pine trees. They smell and they’re sticky and mean.
I pine to hear the breeze drift through pine trees near my childhood home. Such a lovely soft swooshing sound on a warm summer day as the breeze gently slips through the pine needles on the trees, carrying their scent far and wide. Or it can be your worst nightmare on a harsh cold winter night as the frigid wind rips through the branches and does an icy dance all around you. The noise is deafening and the unrelenting cold makes you run for the warmth of home.
She pined away the summer for him, waiting patiently for his letters, no matter how few and far between they were. It was miserable at times, but she knew it was worth it. That day when he finally came back, her heart felt as if it would beat right out of her chest.
i dont want to pine for you
anymore but
somehow i can’t forget the days we’d spent
being only together
how come you said forever?
you only meant a few months,
it hurts knowing you lied to me.
i trusted you, against
my better judgement,
cause the heart never lets you listen to your head.
well pine trees look pretty i kinda seem to like em but pine cones are the best they look cool when u paint them
The pine needles are sharp, like the heart I used to know. The pain is green with ambers, of the love you used to give. I live in the evergreens of danger, of things I wish I wouldn’t have done. The thick breeze is stinging, oh my sweet November love..
Oh the pine trees have always been scary during the ice storms. I’m always afraid one lose a branch on the roof of our house.
scent
She pines for him daily, sitting at the window seat and staring out the frosted glass at the snow. They all know he’s not coming back, but no one has the heart to wrench her away from the window. Deep down, they all fear the reaction it might elict. So they let her sit. Watching and waiting.
line
Don’t want to write about this. It bothers me that you want me to write about all those pine trees being stricken down for our selfish uses. Why would you want to slaughter something so beautiful and pristine?
nut tree nutty treeless state usa cone fir green tree stateteritory pineapple fruit truly really that’s it i think
pine is a great wood all though it could be a pine in the butt to work with i cant really tell you how or why we do this just the fact that maybe pine is fun to some of us but i find it a very difficult wood a pine in the butt. :(
The pine cone tree stood in my yard, whimpering over it’s loss of it’s children. It became so depressed that it commited suicide.
It’s wintertime again in my heart-
it’s funny, how my feelings seem to come in seasons.
It’s always justified- always a reason for this madness.
However- as some days roll around, just as snow falls from clouds, my heart drops to the floor.
Someday, summer will come, just like it comes in my town. Someday, winter will come again. Some places and some people have shorter winter seasons than others-
But it seems like I live in Chicago.
there is no smell quite like the smell of pine. Thats what i said as we walked through the city streets, 3 weeks before christmas passing all the trees for sale. Thats when my friend anthony stated he was allergic to pine. It was funny on its own, but even funnier considering he was with a girl he was trying to impress. Me and my friend lauren still laugh about it to this day.
Closing my eyes is enough for bringind that powerful smell, mixing flowers with windy wood… Which always remember me my lovely childhood…
pine tress magical christmas mornings and show
smells have filled the living room. it was a fraiser a christmas tree picked from the parking lot the boys scouts transform into their christmas tree sales hub. It was a family tradition to go there. we had been doing it for fifteen years. or at least as long as i could remember which was probably more than fifteen years.
Pine trees in Maine.