InspireandCreate

Autumn leaves Barely nothing, the wax of Summer wings Long dried and scraped away. And suddenly Winter cold — the mistletoe. The new solstice, death and rebirth; The air opens, Upon the hearth a bough was hung, And snow caught the tip of Children's tongues. Buildings clothed from head to toe, And cars, too, as they inched a touch Too slow. And yet, It moves past you So fast, The freshness Spoiled In a flash. Leaving only spiny-finger withered oak, And one too many a stuffy nose. We curse the cold, Long for something old And forgotten To turn us away, Reframe the mold. A flower wouldn't be so bold.

No longer available. Will be in a future anthology with other writers.

there isn't a day that goes by, that i regret loving you. because on those days, you shined the brightest. -- It's like I've been here before; the same cool air I inhale in short, ragged breaths. The night sky looks like someone is waiting at the bottom of the horizon. It's all dark, hard for your eyes to adjust to, and for a moment I see the same thing you did. -- but that doesn't matter, because we'll never see the same thing again.

rain - it always rains. i step under the cloud and feel it wash away my tears. Along with my teardrops, it cleanses my soul. i shiver as goosebumps trail my naked arms. the blood starts to drip down my hand, leaving a puddle at my bare feet. i don't even notice, but you did. "Are you O.K? Wait, oh God you're bleeding - do you need a doctor?" i don't answer. i had never felt so free, so separate from the world. a wave of relief washed over me and it felt good. "H..hello? Can you hear me? I want to help you." "i don't need help, i am independent now. i can take care of myself." My thoughts swam around in my head, but didn't reach my lips