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Lady Summer, how you sing,
You tell your sister, Lady Spring,
It is your time to sing,
Your colors so beautiful,
Your temperatures so warm,
People look forward to you,
because you are

Some times you can be too hot,
Some times you can be just right,
Some times you bring on summer storms,
that cool the summer nights,

The summer storms that you bring,
turn summer grass into summer green,
and you make the flowers sing,
The flowers sing out that you are
here, but you are here only
three months out of a year.
Is it too early to be
experiencing it
Jealously the green eyed
monster
I hope it
I pray it is,
I never want to experience it
I want to go by what
I Corinthians 13 teaches
about love:
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
I am not jealous, but I am only human,
I am not puffed up and never will be,
I believe in truth and I can bear a lot
I never want to experience jealously the green eyed monster
at all.
Memories of A Twelve Year Old
Girl
Looking down in her favorite
brother's casket,
and not seeing him alive anymore,
Memories of A Twelve year old girl
crying
that she kissed her favorite brother
one last time before they laid him
to rest in the cemetery
Memories of a twelve year old girl
dressed in red and black dress
and this was not the first time
she had gone to a funeral before
Memories of a twelve year old
sister who would miss her
favorite brother forever more.
 Feb 2012 BKS
Jessica Wyman
Drowning
 Feb 2012 BKS
Jessica Wyman
I’m floating the bottom of the ocean,
I’m flying just to hit the ground,
I’m crying just to smile again,
And I’m waiting to be found.

I’m lost in a sea of hope,
And I’m starting to loose my breath,
I’m looking for an exit,
The only ones to confess.

I’m falling up a cliff,
And I’m climbing down the ground,
Then crying to make a sound,
In hope that I’ll be found.

I’m lying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m lying beneath the ground,
I’m crying cause my calls don’t work,
Don’t believe I’ll be found.

I wish someone would look for me,
In a way that cannot be seen.
I wish someone would care for me,
In a way that has no end to it’s mean.

I wish someone would hope for me,
In a way I can’t for myself.
I wish someone would find me,
And save me from this hell.

I’m crying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m drowning below the ground,
I’ve lost my breath form calling,
Now I can’t make a sound.
 Feb 2012 BKS
Jessica Wyman
Red
 Feb 2012 BKS
Jessica Wyman
Red
The anger from a fierce creature biting through my soul
The fairytale I use to know will soon now turn to stone
The pain of what i physically feel no fight for in my head
I live alone they’ve broken free the monsters beneath my bed
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