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Autumn Evening You could feel the season changing from fall to winter, but their love was still frolicking in spring. They had just packed up items from a dinner outside in the clean autumn air. "Let us go for a walk," he suggested excitedly and cheerily. The smile on his face, the raising of his voice, that sparkle in his eye—how could she say no? She looked at him and smiled. A mosaic of warm colors descended from the above trees. She walked along his side while he, as kids do, walked along kicking up the leaves that have collected themselves together on the sides of the road. He stopped. She continued to walk for a moment as he hoped she would. She turned around completing the plan in his head. She wonder why he had the look on his face he gets when he's extremely happy, up to no good, or both. "What are you doing?" she inquired. "You hav
I am Known But to GodKnown but to god. Thats what my headstone says. My mother has walked past my grave multiple times. She has no clue its me. My daughter has touched my cross, not know what shes touching. My wife. I know she can feel me. Sometimes she thinks shes crazy though. I wish she wouldnt. This is terrible. Known but to god. No one will remember me. No one will remember my name. No one will know what I did for my country. Eternal glory? No. Why couldnt they recognize me? Why couldnt they identify me? Why? Why me? Why not the man next to me? Known but to god. No one knows who I am but god but I guess thats all I really need. God. Thats why I am here i
SunriseOh wow...This is about the time when the sunrise is the same color as your hair. Gorgeous sunrise here. There are these huge clouds right where the sun will be soon that are fluffy purple and pink and the sky is your hair moving into a yellow then teal then a dark purplish blue. It's great... I wish you could be here to see it with me. I'd kiss you right now. The pinks and purples are getting more intense, just like our kiss would be doing about right now. The wind blows hard. Though there are walls keeping us in, we feel it blow through us empowering and exciting our souls. We feel like one...
The wind stops.
The clouds pause at their peak color.
And we stare into eachothers eyes
and then I whisper those three words
I love you.
Three Trips, Two Falls "Number fourty-two!" shouted the old head behind the counter. I raised my had to show that it was mine and started my strut. Took them long enough. It's just a burger. I put my headphones back into my ear and walked turned around. Where the heck am I going to sit? Maybe I'll find a nice piece to sit next to. Dang! that one got a nice grill on her. I strutted as hard as ever. She looked over at me. She got a man but I don't care. He ain't got nothin' on me. Yeah that's right honey, look at me. What was that? All my food is gonna fall. Shoot! Yeah that's right. I got it all. That takes skill. I look down behind me and see ice on the ground. I kick them away. Stupid ice. What about the honey? I turn and see her pointin' a
Aromatherapy As I sit through yet another lecture, the ice pounds on the windows—not even rain; it is cold, heartless, piercing ice falling from the sky. The dark clouds segregated us from the sun. Miserable. I think that is a suiting word. Someone opens an exterior door, quickly comes in and closes it with a SLAM. He was not quick enough for just a few seconds later a cold sociopath-like hatred whirled through the room, sending chills down each of our spines as it reached our bare necks. But. But wait… What's that? That smell? I know it well. Where did it come from? Why is it gone already? I raise my nose like an animal to try to catch one last whiff to see if I can recognize it, but I fail.
She hasn't shown up today. She must not be here. My sullen gait down through the corridor displays a warning
ForgivenStill ringing in my ears was The Voice—
the voice that calmed the raging seas.
Yes it is Him.
Here, in front of me
He speaks again to me. His warmth fills the air
Whispering confidence into my soul.
He stands there in front of me in the darkness of the unknown room
His eyes, of deep brown,
peering into my heart.
His hair is long just pas shoulder length.
And the hairs clump in wavy curls as if they were wet.
His robe of white hangs down to the floor.
He sees me hurting.
I know he can see it, though he continues to stand there
Not saying a word.
I look into his eyes.
He looks into my eyes.
Mine start to tear.
The lids are full to the brim.
The tears start rolling.
They will not stop.
I dropped to my knees.
A pool collected
My muscles tore.
My temples throbbed.
My heart pounded.
I felt a comfortably weight on my settle onto my shoulder.
A calm radiated from the spot of the touch.
Each sinew of muscle began to relax.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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