1. Power

The light from the bulb,

All of a sudden gone,

Now rush to find light,

As we stumble,

Waiting for the dawn.

Isi Gibson


14 years old

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  • Old Skin

    Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.

  • I

    Take my hand, 

    And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

    Shooting Star.


    The harvest moon will rise above us,

    as we fly,