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SCP-XXXX -The Weeping Tree
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard outside botanical containment and must be trimmed monthly to avoid any minor hazards. Surrounding area of SCP-XXXX should be cleaned and cared to once per day. Guards are to make sure civilians do not tamper with the subject.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a tree that appears to resemble the common Acer saccharum (Sugar Maple tree) and grows to 45 m in hight when left untrimmed. Subject was found in ██████, Ontario, Canada. Four (4) miles into █████████ Botanical Gardens and secluded from the other trees in the park. Subject has burnt orange and lemon yellow foliage. When personnel inquired about SCP-XXXX present staff did not seem to have any records but did note sighting the subject "raining". Although there are no known records of the subject in or beyond █
SCP-2938 (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
Item #: SCP-2938
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-020 are kept in a hermetically sealed cylindrical cultivation chamber measuring 1 m in diameter and 1 m high. This chamber is located inside its own sealed containment room in ██████, which is accessible only via airlock.
In case of security breach SCP-2938 should be considered ALPHA PRIORITY
SCP-2938 can be temporarily neutralized by they use of exposure to extremely low temperatures.
Video surveillance cameras are installed within the containment room, and must be checked every three (3) hours. Any personnel entering the containment room must wear Biosafety Level 5 equipment. In case of personnel being present during a containment breach of SCP-2938 any personnel are to be considered expendable. The procedure of containing SCP-2938 personnel are required to expose SCP-2938 to concentrated temperatures below -300ºC.
SCP-2939 - Book of Riddles
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-2939 is to be kept in an underground vault secured by no fewer than five armed guards.
Revision: SCP-2939 is to be kept in a passcode-secured locker. Further research requires O5 approval.
Description: SCP-2939 is a hardcover book, approximately 3,000 pages long. The front cover and spine feature the title "Book of Riddles Vol.1" with no information of the author or press and no records exist. SCP:2939 was discovered in ██████,Iowa by a group of hikers. When opened, SCP:2939 will pull its reader into a trance in which the reader (now referred to as SCP:2939-2) will be asked a series of riddles, this process can not be interrupted due to SCP:2939's ability to throw SCP:2939-2 into a state of dysphoria until SCP:2939 can continue, SCP:2939-2 will even resort to violence if denied returning to the process. SCP
SCP-2937 - Petra Virus
Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized
Item #: SCP-2937
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2937 samples are biological hazards and all related protocols apply. Zero communications from operatives or outside channels during any given twenty-five(25)-hour period. The quarantine period for operatives leaving the facility is one (1) month. If a breach has occurred, incineration and irradiation measures shall be deployed. [DATA EXPUNGED] testing completed and shows no need for further examination.
Personnel are required to be observed after handing samples of the virus regardless of their level. If personnel are showing symptoms of SCP-2937 ,in its later state of progression, personnel will be terminated as well as any one who has ██████████ with infected personnel.
Description: SCP-2937 is a contagion that leaves subject as a statue. SCP-2937 is contracted by the exc
The Little GirlI am anger and so much pain.
I wonder how long until it drives me insane.
I hear father screaming but inside he is gleaming,
I see him coming my way.
I want to be free and I want to get out.
I am anger and so much pain.
I pretend if I stay there will be something to gain.
I feel so lost, I feel so ashamed.
I touch the lifeless bird on the grass.
I worry I'll too look the same.
I cry from the drunken grasp.
I am anger and so much pain.
I understand what will happen, it's killing my brain.
I say "I am sorry" but I mean "I forgive".
I hope that one day I'll be worthy to live.
I am fear and so much pain.
DarknessI am so lonely.
My mother is death.
My father is loathing.
I will twist you and turn you out.
Always making sure you never see me coming.
Scream all you wish but no one will ever find you.
You cry and I fill with glee.
I'll sweep you up then blind you.
I know you're afraid, I smell it in the air.
I break everyday, and not one soul cares.
It seems my whispers misguide you.
I don't love you in any way.
The touch of my hand will instantly frighten you.
But we both know not much of me can harm.
Though, with you there is fear.
You are half right.
With their wits and their charm they will catch you unarmed
And eat all of the light you hold dear.
I am from....I am from the grey cottage with a statue of a baby in front, from ice cream, Tolkien and solitary play dates.
I am from the hill, the last house on the right, with the aisle of pavement and a cherry tree. From the smell of lilacs and gardenias in the summer.
I am from the two great bushes, tulips and soil, the evergreens, the dandelions and the majestic moss.
I am from never surrendering to traditions and the Hobbit body shape, from mother and grandma and Turners alike.
I am from compassion and impatience.
From "you can be anything you dream to be" and "don't you ever stick your tongue out at me again".
I am from loyalty and understanding. I am from the desire to understand all views.
I’m from the Cherokee, the Germans and many more. I am from pasta and lumpia.
From the bumps and bruises of exploring the woods and from breaking my glasses when I fell.
I am from the bookshelf, in the living room, with albums, and photos and many, many, cookbooks.
I am from fireflies, moonlight and
Dream of MeBelieve these words I say to you for nothing could be more true.
You are the one I think about. My heart now beats for you.
You may doubt the things I say to you but please do this one thing for me.
Think of how you shake the earth, how you have moved my life and the beauty that your very existence brings.
Please dream for me, just one dream. A dream of beautiful lands. A dream where I will meet you, a dream where we hold hands. A dream where we will fight together, an adventure we shall share. Hold on to those dreams as long as you can, as long as you shall dare.
Please dream for me a mirror on a wall, so you can see all of the glory that I see. If you could see the angel that I know. You would too fall and cling to that woman who does glow.
Please dream for me a day when you will understand the longing that I possess.
Please dream for me just one dream and never let it go. Your dreams can be the most fantastic thing, they can fix any mess.
Shel SilversteinI might have been friends with Henry Moore
I visited near his studio and garden once
We might have had tea
I could have helped Ziolkowski with his Crazy Horse
All I needed to do was show up in the Black Hills
All I needed to do was put my hand out
Just be human, be honest
We three, Moore, Ziolkowski and I would have been buds
Talking about women and monumental sculpture
The Dalai Lama might want to be a pal of mine
The Buddha would smile on us
We could sit out in front of Five Brothers
And drink Cuban coffee and laugh
His Holiness loves to laugh
But Shel, this presumption…
This one-sided dialogue…
It has been in my head since you died
We didn’t meet, but I am sure we would be friends
You and I would talk about pirates and politics
We would joke about conch royalty and cuss
You would be shoeless and grinning
I would be happy you were my friend
RevolutionChains and chains of hopeless bind the system together
No one feeling like they can change the world
No one feeling like our very existence is just vanity
No one feeling like there is anything to live for
Millions and millions of confusion in the air tonight
Fills the blue skies and enters into our hearts
Confusion and vanity is what the world runs by
Be this, do that, give this, believe that; all I can do now is raise my fist in the sky
As I raise my fist high in the sky, I shout a battle cry of life
There is only one voice that still stands out through the generations
I shout a battle cry with my fist in the sky; words that brings the world to life
Words that brings light back into the hearts of people from young to old
Revolution; time to end the misery
Revolution; time to show the world the true meaning of life
Revolution; time to show the world that true love exists beyond our understanding
Revolution; time to cry out into the heavens for love to come down
Revolution; time to rise
The Dance.You and I dance as life and death,
unbroken and ever going,
circling and never ending.
As the music dies,
and the song stops,
where our dance is paused.
My sight goes gray,
the light in my eyes dims,
and I fall down forever back.
Your face is the last thing,
I saw and remembered so I take great comfort,
that you're forever there before me as I fall down.
So the music revives,
and the song restarts,
where our dance is unpaused.
The music is all around us and surround us,
like the lives we make and take,
and the dance is going faster to bring life and disaster.
Passage to the Catacombs of TimeWhen day becomes empty
In the dusk,
When time without pictures begins,
Lonesome voices combine –
Animals are nothing more than hunters
Or being hunted –
Flowers are only fragrance –
When everything becomes nameless like in the beginning –
You will go down to the catacombs of time
That will open to those
Whose end is near –
There where the heart seeds grow –
Deep into dark contemplation
You will sink –
Already passing death
That is only a windy passage –
And freezing from the exit
You will open your eyes
In which already a new star
Has left its reflection.
The Memory of a Dead Man Walking
Suchlike the will of brimstone beasts,
Is the will of a dead man walking,
In each step is left the prints of carelessness.
Holding the half empty glass with a crack in the side,
stumbling around the dunes in the long wait to become
a savage before the credits roll.
A happy ending was for another tale for another man way
off back in the mirage of the desert that harbors those
dunes as he lies six feet under with a smile by rigor
mortis and a silent song in the beatless heart, there
beneath a tombstone that read,
here lies a memory.
Come Hell or high Heaven, the dead man walking
walks on without a goal or care for the world,
a bottle of dried up whiskey hanging loosely
in hand, gathering sand from the winds of that
coming storm. Illusive would have been his
laughter to sober eyes in that wasteland.
The Memory looks on as a shade beyond the grave,
staring straight at a man of woe, watching those
apathetic trails disappear. The glass fell into
the bosom of those lands beyond greener pastur
baby stepsit was probably
celsius met fahrenheit
in a sloppy french kiss on frozen ground.
after all the walking,
the skin of my hands started to crack and bleed;
silence, i decided,
was the solution and the cure. i dipped
my hands into its glowing broth:
warmth suffused my body struggling
to sit still.
on marched the sun,
You're just a puppetI am everything,
I am nothing.
I am everywhere,
I am invisible.
I'm in your head and won't let go.
You beg for my approval,
I am light,
but you will never see me.
But you will never know me.
You don't know yourself.
You are lost.
You know what i allow you to know.
You're just a puppet, who thinks he's alive
You're just a puppet.
Message to Gaia.Time have passed above my head
I remember when from my diary I read,
I used to look into your eye."
My dear, is the only thing
That still keeps me alive.
Can you recall
Which we call our own,
Where you and I
Used to hide
To become one with All?
I still cry them back
When I stargaze and look above,
When I hug your precious love,
When you give me companions
To forget the sadness of a lonely heart.
I amI am a merchant
and she is the sun.
Something so far
yet radiates the gold
that I long to feel.
I am a Knight
and she is the war.
The impending doom
of nautical decisions
that only death can incur.
I am a God
and she is the oblivion.
A desire for power
that only it holds
just to feed the greed.
I am the forever nothing
and she is the truth of life.
That I will never get to breathe
under the circumstances
of a love never getting.
I am ArtemisI am the woman who stands beside you. Always keeping a watchful eye.
I have the hands that will warm and guide you. To keep you safe from death's surprise.
I will run through the forest to find you. I will be there for every hunt.
I am the shadow lurking behind you, but never fear,my child , I won't be blunt.
I am the mother, the hunter and your friend.
You will see my light when the dawn comes to an end.
Stand beside me and you'll never step away from bliss.
I am the guardian inside you.
I am Artemis.
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