leaves in the wind

[Riel]

I think that the leaves are what I miss the most.

Tiny little vortexes of gold, crimson, orange, leaves. The wind would pick up a handful, throw them down along the road, and then drop them again. You could look all over the town, and you would see that same thing happening all over the place.

Pick up.

Play.

Drop.

You'd see the same thing if you were to look at the way that a cat plays with a mouse. Have you ever seen a brother taunting a younger sister? Everywhere you look around town, you can see the exact same phenomenon.

Pick up.

Play.

Drop.

So, I can't really say that I'm all that surprised now. I was picked up, played with, and dropped. I'm sure that if I look somewhere down the road, that same wind will pick up, play with, and drop another set of leaves. And I'll probably be picked up again by a different wind, but it's usually always the same story.

Pick up.

Play.

Drop.

When I say that I miss the leaves, I was actually talking about me, see.

I miss myself.

Because this huge gust of wind came around, picked me up, played with me, and dropped me. I guess that I'm mainly intact. Just a few leaves gone.

Still miss 'em, though.

Oh well. Eventually, like I said, another gust of wind will come around and pick me back up. Secretly, though, I'm hoping.

I'm hoping for a Hurricane Katrina, for an endless tornado, for never-ending winds.

Because while I like the picking up and playing,

I've never been a big fan of the dropping.

[cloudwolf124]

Wow that is very good. it makes you look at life from a different prespective.

Originally Posted by Riel

Because while I like the picking up and playing,

I've never been a big fan of the dropping.

Love this line. It makes alot of sense to me.

[Riel]

Thanks for the comment. I like that line as well, despite my intentional misgivings towards making the comma end the sentence and starting it again on a new line.

[Tenyasyugan]

Wonderful little poem. I can feel the story lurking in the letters.

[Noich]

I'm hoping for a Hurricane Katrina, for an endless tornado, for never-ending winds.

>>chills down my spine.

oh, and small typo:

I was actually talking about me, see.

its awesome though, good job.

[Riel]

Yeah, I had just fixed that before you posted, lol. I edited on my dA, didn't think to change it here as well.

Thanks for the compliments, guys. Any tips on how to improve?

[cloudwolf124]

I dont see anything wrong with it (of course i cant even fix my own english essays)...but if you have more writings like this one i would love to read them.

[Riel]

lmao, specifically like this, or just with the same theme? Regardless, links to some of what I consider my best works:

don't fear the stars.

maybe she will.

asking you to be my sunset.

when we were younger and better.

all together, they spell I hate myself.

I also recommend 'walking' and 'ambushed', but those will be easy enough to find.

[cloudwolf124]

Those were all amazing...but i cant help but shake the feeling that i read maybe she will somewhere before didnt you post on here once?

[Riel]

Yeah, but it's more convenient for me to link through dA. Pretty much all of my work has been posted either on these forums or on dA, so...

[cloudwolf124]

Either way they are still good but i wonder do you more writings or was that all of your writings at this time?

[Riel]

I have like, 50 deviations up on dA. =/