roxyforthewin

There's sometihng speical aobut sititng down together and creating something where there was nothing. WIth a pencill, paper,a nd a few dice, my friends and I write a story in the air.

In the anticipation of fall colors,
There is a smell of the burning of summer’s last great triumph
The clouds over the shifting trees gild the ground with a web of drops

Fibers and cloth keep us warm and keep us together. Write about a piece of cloth or fabric that has been important to your life.
 

Of the neighborhood in my heart, I will say but a few things,
As the bard of the asphalt, I will quietly sing:
That the summer smells like sunscreen and pond water, popsicles and tears,
That the fall smells of acorns and Halloween fears,

My first love-
Well, "love"-
Was in seventh grade.
When I think of her, I think of
Tears and 
Friendship bracelets and
Lemonade.
I think of texting on my flip phone and