a/n: i did something a little different so this is a collection of pieces involving the woods. it was for my creative writing class. it's two sonnets and a short fiction that are all interconnected. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it (:

Walking in the woods

My mind at ease

Life is so good

As I take in the breeze

The birds are singing their songs

The rabbits are hopping about

I won't stay here for long

As I hear a muffled shout

A frog leaps over my toes

The leaves crunch as I walk

I'm not sure where this trail goes

As deeper in I stalk

As the leaves touch the ground

I feel safe and sound

***

The branches shake in fear

My heart begins to race

I wonder why I'm here

Why I came here in the first place

I feel shadows lurking behind me

As I try to catch my breath

I hide under a fallen tree

As the air reeks of death

I feel the darkness grab at my feet

It's getting colder and colder

The woods have lost all life, all heat

There's a tap against my shoulder

As my body falls horribly to the ground

My screams become the only sound

***

When a floorboard creaks inside a house, it's a person's natural instinct to think that someone or something is making that noise, that we're in immediate danger, even if we aren't. If a light flickers, the sense of danger courses through our bodies as our safety feels compromised, even though it isn't. When a shadow appears, we think that it's automatically a person and that we're in danger. The same happens in the woods. I always thought that such a relaxing and serene place surrounded by nature could hold nothing but beauty. I was wrong.

The woods used to be my favorite place when I was younger. My friends and I would play hide and seek or tag. We were kids, young and wild. Now I'm older, and the woods are a very different place. When animals scurry off behind me, it's frightening as it pulls me out of my memories. No one is there to hear the leaves crunch beneath my feet, so how will they be able to hear my screams? As I walk to trough the woods, I can't help but think of how many people could've died out here; it's not like any of us would notice. The coldness of the brisk fall air nipped at my skin, making me less aware of my surroundings as the cold numbed my brain.

The trees danced in the wind, their shadows playing tricks on me. I hurry to a fallen tree, grabbing onto the trunk as I try to blend in and go unnoticed, so that whatever is out there doesn't get me. I feel a tap on my shoulder. This is the beginning of the end. I feel like a corpse as my frozen body hits the ground, my heart racing. I almost feel content as my broken body lays on the ground. I feel dead; I am dead, but if a corpse falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, is it really dead, or is your mind playing tricks on you? I guess we'll never know, because what happens in the woods dies with the corpses buried under the treetops.  

a/n: btw, thank you soooo much for over 1k reads and 200 votes. having that many people read and be interested in my poetry makes me really happy so tysm i love you all (: