It had been so many days already; so many that he’d lost count. The hunger in the pit of his stomach, and the dryness of his throat was unbearable, not to mention his headaches and sore limbs. Too exhausted to walk, too exhausted to do anything, he simply collapsed onto the damp forest floor. There was a soft breeze, and the rustling of leaves. As he stared across the ground, he saw a pair of legs carefully making its way towards him.
‘Ah, this is it. I’m going to die…’ He thought.
The movement stopped, and the legs crouched down. Tilting his up with almost the last bit of energy he had left, he saw a tanned face framed with navy blue curls, with an expression of curiosity, amusement and concern across his sharp features.
“Who… who are you…?” He said, his voice barely a whisper.
“The one who will save you.” And from that sentence, relief rushed through him, as he slowly slipped away from consciousness.
2 am knows no bounds for what a yard can remember. I recall stealing a beer from your basement, a kiss from your cheek. I want to get lost with you, ask you on a hike, a picnic. I want to be the Jo to your Jack, or maybe the Tallulah to your Charlie. 3 am knows no bounds for i am calling out to you. It is my 2nd shift, you are a lifeline. In the crowded seats you ask me about my favorite band. I can hardly answer you back for the laugh lines in your smile erupts star showers in my memories. I am shattered all too soon. Before the credits roll, I am unconscious. 4 am knows no bounds for what a line can ignite in snaps and coos. I’ve always wanted it to be you. I remember the first time we touched. The lights dimmed around your silhouette. I called and called, but instead found the note. It said you loved everyone but I always wanted it to be me. I left a carving on our tree. I tell everyone I meet about our first kiss. It was the picnic bench. A perfect lulluby into my past lovers and wanderers. You never denied that you were worthy. I always envied that about you. Still you stay a facade, a distant echo all too close to touch. But still it’s me. 5 am knows no bounds for I am empty. Longing, empty for you.
I am wild. I want to be out in the wild, discover things no-one else has discovered before. And even if he / she has I discover it my way. I don’t care. In the wilderness you will find your destiny!
I was a wild thing once upon a time.
I lived in the wilderness, oh me, oh my!
But I did not despair, for I was one with the air.
The breeze, the trees, the warble of a water fowl in a pond nearby –
The crickets and the bees, the howl of a wolf, no it was a howl from me!
I step out of my front door and smell the pine trees around me. Spring is nearly here now, and the air is crisp. Tense, almost. As if it is impatiently waiting for the Earth to, again, come alive.
This life has a way of leading you
into unfamiliar territory
to things that even your calm side
can’t tame the wilderness roaming inside you
and yet here you stand amongst that
waiting for the opportune moment
to strike your claws into life
like a lion in that of a gazelle
and take the world for the mighty creature you are
The wilderness is wear all the animals that aren’t domesticated live because that is where we let them, in games the wilderness is an area where you can adventure on your own and do your own thing. Out in the wilderness is where the monsters, the Orcs and the wild men are.
Noah Jessup
I stepped out onto the gravel. Crunch. There was grass all around me. Beautiful dandelions. I walked carefully. A squirrel dashed by through the trees, sailing the branches. Plants, tall and proud, hovered and bent with the wind. I closed my eyes- wilderness.
RubberDucky
Sometimes, you just have to let go, y’know?
sometimes your imagination takes you to these random-ass planes of existence you didn’t know you were capable of experiencing
and the smell of everything is different
and the air tastes foreign
but you feel content, all the same,
after all, it was in your head all along.
Bella
Beyond the city wall was a wilderness, barren and cold, where only the vicious, the crazy, could survive. Bella looked out there often, wondering if there were other cities like this one, wondering if any other communities had survived. She dreamed of being able to get out to see them, but would they welcome people from outside? Or would they fear them, like her people did?
tonykeyesjapan
there’s nothing wild about the word wilderness; an absence of that strong vowel sound has ripped the word of its savagery. wilderness beckons. you hear it and you’re standing at the foot of a forest, and you are not afraid.
You found me in the wilderness among the trees and the stars and the water and the stones. Bearing nothing but the life that I’ve lived, I was raw. Infinitely simple, cut to the core of who I am, presented to you on a silver platter. I’ve been alone with the wolves for too long. I am lost.
Juliet
far out. no farther out. off the road. off the grid. see the stars. all of them. can you spot the spiraling set over near the corner of the universe? the wind through the pines. heat lightning in the distance.
Wild, like speckles and smatters of ginger colored freckles across your stomach, and your eyes when you’re frightened. Like the smell after you fall across me on the bedsheets, smiling, your eyes brighter than ever. Like the smell of gunpowder when I saw you shoot it straight through the target’s chest. Like when we parted. Your hair. Falling, soft. I knew you would go eventually.
“What? Where am I?” She muttered, blinking at the darkness around her.
“Hey, you’re awake!” A voice exclaimed. I screamed and frantically pushed myself off the ground.
Lilli
He lived in the wilderness and so did she. They lived in different wildernesses though. He lived in a forest on a mountain with wolves and such. She lived in a lost island with leopards and coconuts. And even though they had never met, they somehow longed for one another.
The one thing they have in common is that they both hate the wilderness. He’s a magnet for creepy crawly creatures and she sunburns far too easily to be out for extended periods of time. Their annoyance only grows at the laughter and chatter of his family around them, preparing for a hike.
“Do you think Kanye hikes?” he asks.
“Hikes up Kardashian skirt.” She pauses, can’t believe she said that. “I think I’m having a heat stroke.”
“Over it. Let’s run away together. Go to Starbucks.”
a place where all the wild things are. I always wanted to be part of the wilderness. somehow the thought of having no rules and mo responsibility is so appealing to me, I think it is the same for every one of us. We all secretly long to be wild, to just be able to release our inner selves.
let me go out and explore
the wilderness of you heart
the wilds of your soul
the depth of you heart
and the worries of mine
I could never keep pace
I always fell behind
I always needed aid
You always tried so hard
Chris
She lived in the wilderness, this wild woman. Her hair was dreaded and her clothes ragged. People searched for her unsure of what to do with her. They wanted to catch her and bring her to civilization, but they could not. For she was quick.
Wilderness or wildland is a natural environment on Earth that has not been significantly modified by civilized human activity. It may also be defined as: “The most intact, undisturbed wild natural areas left on our planet—those last truly wild places that humans do not control and have not developed with roads, pipelines or other industrial infrastructure.” The word wilderness derives from the notion of “wildness”—in other words, that which is not controlled by humans. The word’s etymology is from the wildeornes, which in turn derives from wildeor meaning wild beast (wild + deor = beast, deer) From this point of view, it is the wildness of a place that makes it a wilderness.
Aiman
walking alone breathing in the night time air and i just feel free finally somewhere i know i can belong. no people no lights no reason to need anything but this empty space. the energy is like nothing i’ve ever known, away from the city lights i know everything will be alright one day. i know that i can just go, run far far away until i’ve left it all behind.
Lucie
She had never been much of one for camping or anything of the sort. It just didn’t suit her the way that one might expect. She was known for being wild, so why wouldn’t she slip in well to the chaos of the wilderness? But instead of feeling at ease, she ended up tripping over tree roots and swatting away bugs with a pained look on her face.
wilderness is what we have in our hearts, wilderness is what we have under our skin, what comes from our minds without thinking on it, that’s wilderness.
Tomas
If only I could leave the thoughts of you behind as I wander into the wilderness. I’m close. You’re farther away now. I can see you through the trees. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that I keep looking back at you. I can’t leave you behind just yet. But I must and I will.
The world would have been merely wilderness if it hadn’t been for my mother. She gave me a map and compass at a young age, and when I couldn’t figure out how to read either, she taught me before pushing me a few steps in what she deemed the right direction. Obviously, the path I wound up taking was far different than my mother possibly imagined. It had more twists and turns. It led to different towns. It brought me to people that she wouldn’t have dreamed I would meet. But she was the one who gave me the map and compass. And that changed the wild into wonder.
Belinda Roddie
Green uproar,untidy, chaotic, and dilocation. The wilderness a place of freedom and entrapment all at once. A labyrinth built of emotional walls, cluttered blocks rooted down Into the flexible soil, changing shape and course throughout the day making the wilderness of right now different from the one this morning.
it calls out to me in a forest of pipes, one whisper is reverberated into a howl and I hear it.
Zahra Aamer
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU.
Rick Astley
I took a deep breath, feeling the quiet, still, calmness of the forest fill my lungs. How was it possible that something so simple, something so basic, could have such a profound effect upon me? Just being in the woods surrounded by nature was enough to calm my agitated mind. A balm to my wounded soul.
I imagined that I could see the remnants of his life in the wilderness in his face. He was clean shaven nowadays, but I could image where he might have had a mountain man bear, like snags of barbed wire, mountainside underbrush and thorns. In the corners of his grin, fish hooks and dorsal fins.
Together we went into the wilderness. Lay on top of a bed of daffodils, napped under the clouds and dreamt that we were wandering in a moss-covered forest. We saw ourselves in the light between the trees and flew up, up and away.
Roxanne Rahnama
A ripple of wild panic surges from the roots of the prairie grass beneath toes into to my thumping heart. I sway in detached realization, as the only apparent organisms for miles glide above in hundreds.
Julia
Dad thumped his chest with his fist, breathing in deeply (and obnoxiously) with a huge grin on his face. “Ah, the great outdoors! Isn’t it great, Kylie? Just you and me, out in the wilderness, for a whole week!”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, brooding because there was no signal for my phone. “Sure, Dad, it’s great. Perfect. I can’t wait to get mauled by bears or drown in the river.” He didn’t find that funny, but I didn’t care. I’d give an arm and leg to get out of this.
It had been so many days already; so many that he’d lost count. The hunger in the pit of his stomach, and the dryness of his throat was unbearable, not to mention his headaches and sore limbs. Too exhausted to walk, too exhausted to do anything, he simply collapsed onto the damp forest floor. There was a soft breeze, and the rustling of leaves. As he stared across the ground, he saw a pair of legs carefully making its way towards him.
‘Ah, this is it. I’m going to die…’ He thought.
The movement stopped, and the legs crouched down. Tilting his up with almost the last bit of energy he had left, he saw a tanned face framed with navy blue curls, with an expression of curiosity, amusement and concern across his sharp features.
“Who… who are you…?” He said, his voice barely a whisper.
“The one who will save you.” And from that sentence, relief rushed through him, as he slowly slipped away from consciousness.
I roam a wilderness of strangers in a city that is not my home. No one actually sees my face or hears my voice. Lonely
An uninhabited region that is cut away from humans and the busy city life. A sanctum for wild creatures.
How scary would it be to be in a plane that crashed into the jungle. Just imagine if you survived being lost and surrounded by wilderness
2 am knows no bounds for what a yard can remember. I recall stealing a beer from your basement, a kiss from your cheek. I want to get lost with you, ask you on a hike, a picnic. I want to be the Jo to your Jack, or maybe the Tallulah to your Charlie. 3 am knows no bounds for i am calling out to you. It is my 2nd shift, you are a lifeline. In the crowded seats you ask me about my favorite band. I can hardly answer you back for the laugh lines in your smile erupts star showers in my memories. I am shattered all too soon. Before the credits roll, I am unconscious. 4 am knows no bounds for what a line can ignite in snaps and coos. I’ve always wanted it to be you. I remember the first time we touched. The lights dimmed around your silhouette. I called and called, but instead found the note. It said you loved everyone but I always wanted it to be me. I left a carving on our tree. I tell everyone I meet about our first kiss. It was the picnic bench. A perfect lulluby into my past lovers and wanderers. You never denied that you were worthy. I always envied that about you. Still you stay a facade, a distant echo all too close to touch. But still it’s me. 5 am knows no bounds for I am empty. Longing, empty for you.
The wilderness unfolded, ready to welcome her. She couldn’t find it within herself to refuse it.
I am wild. I want to be out in the wild, discover things no-one else has discovered before. And even if he / she has I discover it my way. I don’t care. In the wilderness you will find your destiny!
The eve of his death was a wilderness of desire to be free. To run through the waves of chaos that made his life what it was. It was acceptance.
I was a wild thing once upon a time.
I lived in the wilderness, oh me, oh my!
But I did not despair, for I was one with the air.
The breeze, the trees, the warble of a water fowl in a pond nearby –
The crickets and the bees, the howl of a wolf, no it was a howl from me!
I step out of my front door and smell the pine trees around me. Spring is nearly here now, and the air is crisp. Tense, almost. As if it is impatiently waiting for the Earth to, again, come alive.
This life has a way of leading you
into unfamiliar territory
to things that even your calm side
can’t tame the wilderness roaming inside you
and yet here you stand amongst that
waiting for the opportune moment
to strike your claws into life
like a lion in that of a gazelle
and take the world for the mighty creature you are
The wilderness is wear all the animals that aren’t domesticated live because that is where we let them, in games the wilderness is an area where you can adventure on your own and do your own thing. Out in the wilderness is where the monsters, the Orcs and the wild men are.
I stepped out onto the gravel. Crunch. There was grass all around me. Beautiful dandelions. I walked carefully. A squirrel dashed by through the trees, sailing the branches. Plants, tall and proud, hovered and bent with the wind. I closed my eyes- wilderness.
Sometimes, you just have to let go, y’know?
sometimes your imagination takes you to these random-ass planes of existence you didn’t know you were capable of experiencing
and the smell of everything is different
and the air tastes foreign
but you feel content, all the same,
after all, it was in your head all along.
Beyond the city wall was a wilderness, barren and cold, where only the vicious, the crazy, could survive. Bella looked out there often, wondering if there were other cities like this one, wondering if any other communities had survived. She dreamed of being able to get out to see them, but would they welcome people from outside? Or would they fear them, like her people did?
there’s nothing wild about the word wilderness; an absence of that strong vowel sound has ripped the word of its savagery. wilderness beckons. you hear it and you’re standing at the foot of a forest, and you are not afraid.
You found me in the wilderness among the trees and the stars and the water and the stones. Bearing nothing but the life that I’ve lived, I was raw. Infinitely simple, cut to the core of who I am, presented to you on a silver platter. I’ve been alone with the wolves for too long. I am lost.
far out. no farther out. off the road. off the grid. see the stars. all of them. can you spot the spiraling set over near the corner of the universe? the wind through the pines. heat lightning in the distance.
Wild, like speckles and smatters of ginger colored freckles across your stomach, and your eyes when you’re frightened. Like the smell after you fall across me on the bedsheets, smiling, your eyes brighter than ever. Like the smell of gunpowder when I saw you shoot it straight through the target’s chest. Like when we parted. Your hair. Falling, soft. I knew you would go eventually.
“What? Where am I?” She muttered, blinking at the darkness around her.
“Hey, you’re awake!” A voice exclaimed. I screamed and frantically pushed myself off the ground.
He lived in the wilderness and so did she. They lived in different wildernesses though. He lived in a forest on a mountain with wolves and such. She lived in a lost island with leopards and coconuts. And even though they had never met, they somehow longed for one another.
The one thing they have in common is that they both hate the wilderness. He’s a magnet for creepy crawly creatures and she sunburns far too easily to be out for extended periods of time. Their annoyance only grows at the laughter and chatter of his family around them, preparing for a hike.
“Do you think Kanye hikes?” he asks.
“Hikes up Kardashian skirt.” She pauses, can’t believe she said that. “I think I’m having a heat stroke.”
“Over it. Let’s run away together. Go to Starbucks.”
“A man after my own heart.”
a place where all the wild things are. I always wanted to be part of the wilderness. somehow the thought of having no rules and mo responsibility is so appealing to me, I think it is the same for every one of us. We all secretly long to be wild, to just be able to release our inner selves.
let me go out and explore
the wilderness of you heart
the wilds of your soul
the depth of you heart
and the worries of mine
I could never keep pace
I always fell behind
I always needed aid
You always tried so hard
She lived in the wilderness, this wild woman. Her hair was dreaded and her clothes ragged. People searched for her unsure of what to do with her. They wanted to catch her and bring her to civilization, but they could not. For she was quick.
Wilderness or wildland is a natural environment on Earth that has not been significantly modified by civilized human activity. It may also be defined as: “The most intact, undisturbed wild natural areas left on our planet—those last truly wild places that humans do not control and have not developed with roads, pipelines or other industrial infrastructure.” The word wilderness derives from the notion of “wildness”—in other words, that which is not controlled by humans. The word’s etymology is from the wildeornes, which in turn derives from wildeor meaning wild beast (wild + deor = beast, deer) From this point of view, it is the wildness of a place that makes it a wilderness.
walking alone breathing in the night time air and i just feel free finally somewhere i know i can belong. no people no lights no reason to need anything but this empty space. the energy is like nothing i’ve ever known, away from the city lights i know everything will be alright one day. i know that i can just go, run far far away until i’ve left it all behind.
She had never been much of one for camping or anything of the sort. It just didn’t suit her the way that one might expect. She was known for being wild, so why wouldn’t she slip in well to the chaos of the wilderness? But instead of feeling at ease, she ended up tripping over tree roots and swatting away bugs with a pained look on her face.
wilderness is what we have in our hearts, wilderness is what we have under our skin, what comes from our minds without thinking on it, that’s wilderness.
If only I could leave the thoughts of you behind as I wander into the wilderness. I’m close. You’re farther away now. I can see you through the trees. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that I keep looking back at you. I can’t leave you behind just yet. But I must and I will.
The world would have been merely wilderness if it hadn’t been for my mother. She gave me a map and compass at a young age, and when I couldn’t figure out how to read either, she taught me before pushing me a few steps in what she deemed the right direction. Obviously, the path I wound up taking was far different than my mother possibly imagined. It had more twists and turns. It led to different towns. It brought me to people that she wouldn’t have dreamed I would meet. But she was the one who gave me the map and compass. And that changed the wild into wonder.
Green uproar,untidy, chaotic, and dilocation. The wilderness a place of freedom and entrapment all at once. A labyrinth built of emotional walls, cluttered blocks rooted down Into the flexible soil, changing shape and course throughout the day making the wilderness of right now different from the one this morning.
it calls out to me in a forest of pipes, one whisper is reverberated into a howl and I hear it.
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU.
I took a deep breath, feeling the quiet, still, calmness of the forest fill my lungs. How was it possible that something so simple, something so basic, could have such a profound effect upon me? Just being in the woods surrounded by nature was enough to calm my agitated mind. A balm to my wounded soul.
I imagined that I could see the remnants of his life in the wilderness in his face. He was clean shaven nowadays, but I could image where he might have had a mountain man bear, like snags of barbed wire, mountainside underbrush and thorns. In the corners of his grin, fish hooks and dorsal fins.
Disappearing.
Together we went into the wilderness. Lay on top of a bed of daffodils, napped under the clouds and dreamt that we were wandering in a moss-covered forest. We saw ourselves in the light between the trees and flew up, up and away.
A ripple of wild panic surges from the roots of the prairie grass beneath toes into to my thumping heart. I sway in detached realization, as the only apparent organisms for miles glide above in hundreds.
Dad thumped his chest with his fist, breathing in deeply (and obnoxiously) with a huge grin on his face. “Ah, the great outdoors! Isn’t it great, Kylie? Just you and me, out in the wilderness, for a whole week!”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, brooding because there was no signal for my phone. “Sure, Dad, it’s great. Perfect. I can’t wait to get mauled by bears or drown in the river.” He didn’t find that funny, but I didn’t care. I’d give an arm and leg to get out of this.