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 Aug 2018 Jermon
Sydney Victoria
I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.
I’m in love with ocean. Her beauty, her grace. The secrets she harbors, the life she gives to all creatures. I love the way she holds me & makes me feel free. I am euphoric, I can see her now. No caps because I am truly meek in her presence.
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Noah Clark
Me,
It’s been a while
since I’ve seen you.
I can’t recall
the last memory I have of you.
It’s good
to see you back.
Please don’t leave
this time.
I miss
the old days.
Jumping in the pile
of leaves.
Climbing the trees.
Catching the bees.
I’ve gone through
many me’s.
But you I
miss most.
I know I can’t
hold on forever.
But me I will
always treasure.
Until next time.
Its been quite
the pleasure.

Yours truly,
Me
Don’t take time for granted
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Joe Cole
I listen  to the sound of the breaking waves, smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice, no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights though I grow gray and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquility and calm
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Isla
dammit
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Isla
I can't write
I actually physically can't
OK
OK how about, something with flowers
Not like that's been done 1000000000 times
I swear to god anymore similes and I will

punch

my

own

esophagus

This is terrible
OK ummm
Fish tanks?
Fish tanks aren't all that poetic
I can't think of anything
I think I'm dried up
Like an empty...
Fish tank
******
Wait a minute
What if I just write something about
Not knowing what to write
That would be easy
It also explains why this *****
******
The creativity well has run dry friends

*punches self in esophagus for putting this on my page*
 Aug 2018 Jermon
RossWar
Hands
 Aug 2018 Jermon
RossWar
Hands open, fingers spread
revealing your palms - your history,
As the deep grooves tracing your past
seep into the rivers of your future.

Your gentle grip contradicted
By those coarse fingertips,

They are yours to have, but mine to hold.
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