Just you and I on this Charm rooftop.
The bass from the party make the ceiling rock.
We hand in hand got my stomach in knots.
The soul of the city’s in the backdrop.
Cool autumn night but damn it’s hot.
Dreaming of the world beyond these blocks.
You claiming this time you just can’t be stopped.
Why you wanna escape so bad?
I remember summer ‘01 when you tried to run.
Summer ‘02 all those plans fell through.
Summer ‘03 you came back to me,
Saying “The longer I stay the more I struggle to breathe.”
Maybe it’s the lights, they not bright enough.
Feelin’ like you locked down, got you handcuffed.
Try to prove to everyone you’re tough.
Girl I know you so exhausted and you fed up.

Midnight eyes staring right at me.
Asking so softly “What do you see?”
The words are there and yet I freeze.
Still hand in hand so tighter I squeeze.
Gazing out at the concrete trees
While your mind’s racing from the possibilities.
I can’t promise your dreams or give guarantees
But you’ll always be safe on this roof with me.
The crisp cool air settles on the lake
My voice travels along the water, a soft fog
Vibrant crimson
Lush orange
And the deep brown of the earth
Paint a canvas of life

Some of life's best moments are free
I want to hold her in my arms until she forgets what loneliness feels like.
I want to hold her heart like the lonely autumn trees hold the fragility of clinging leaves.
The traces of my lips on her skin reach deep inside her soul and transform an abandoned house into a loving home.
The weather hasn’t been the same ever since the sun decided to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
It doesn’t matter which book I’m reading; her body will always be the scripture that my hands believe in.
I found myself longing to love and appreciate her with the kind of passion she’s never felt before.
Loving her is like looking at a shattered mirror and clearly seeing every bit of the broken reflection.
The weather hasn’t been the same ever since the sun decided to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
It doesn’t matter which book I’ll be reading; her love will always be the scripture that my heart believes in.
I want to hold her in my arms until she remembers what happiness feels like.
Reminds me of the song 'Syndicate' by The Fray.
I’ve been MIA since you’ve been away; I keep walking around with my head in the clouds and getting high off paper planes.
Give me a pen and a notepad and allow me to document all the unforgettable memories we should’ve shared.
All the memories we should’ve shared never came to fruition because half the time you hardly cared.
It has been a while since I’ve heard from you, too many days since February.
Too many days since I’ve been patiently waiting so I had to give up eventually.
You had me under the impression that you actually gave a fuck about me.
You gave me the impression that you cared about what we shared, but half the time you were never there.
I’ve been feeling hollow like the men T.S. Eliot wrote about, I’ve been feeling pain just to hold on.
But how long can I keep holding on when all this pain and depression is gradually affecting me?
How long can I keep holding on when all this pain becomes an indication of everything that’s bound to go wrong?
All the memories we should’ve created never came to fruition because half the time you were never there.
It has been a while since I’ve heard from you, too many days since February.
Too many days since I’ve been patiently waiting so I had to give up eventually.
How long can I keep holding on when all this depression becomes a reflection of everything that’s bound to go wrong?
I keep walking around Pretoria with my head in the clouds while getting high off paper planes with my feet on the ground.
"Since you’ve been away, love's been MIA..."
Golden autumn,
Harmonious autum,
Delicious autumn,
Beautiful autumn,
Graceful autumn.
Colourful autumn leaves fall,
Red, green,brown and gold,
In showers ,
Over little flowers,
A carpet hue,
Moistened by  misty dew.
Unmistakable autumn sounds,
Do their rounds,
Crisp leaves along the street,
Rustle beneath the feet.
A gaggle of migrating geese,
Flock the lustrous sky in bliss.
Haiku Donna May 14
An old autumn leaf
Left in a field of daisies
Waiting to go home
Inspired this morning from seeing a few autuum leaves x
Mary-Eliz May 11
waking on a summer morn
has always
made me somewhat sad
at least
since I've been grown

foreboding
in the mind
and weighty remnants
of bizarre dreams

coffeemaker
fills my morning
cup
clears my head a bit

but as the day
matures
humidity settles in

the air feels thick and heavy
seems a struggle
for lungs to take it in

you can see
the heat
waving
in ripples
as it rises

in that smoldering heat
some are in their
element

yes
it's true

some do like it hot

not me

I don't enjoy
"sunbaking"

brutal heat is not
my friend

nor is the sun

at least not for long

so close

I know its rays
are more
than pale skin
will stand

and what about
the flora

unless the heavens
bless the earth
with frequent soaking
rain

the heat will be
a strain on
the plants
I dearly love

if I remember
to water thoroughly
when they need
they'll stay green
and lush

but
my wallet's green
will shrink

still

summer has its
good points
and
amusing things to do

ice cream cones
evening drives
picnics at the park

swimming pools
water parks
and just the garden hose
can help
to cool you off

backyard cookouts
fireworks
iced tea and
lemonade

vacation if you
can afford

if not

stay-cation's
the latest thing

maybe best part
of summer
though

is what
is
coming next

those cool
clear
days of autumn
to refresh
the air

renewing
mind
and body
too
Not really wishing away time, just hope the heat and humidity doesn't get too crazy too soon!
Devin Ortiz May 9
Spring decided to take this year off.
The winter was brutal, blanketing roads,
Living up the mayhem of snow and ice.

There was maybe one day, green grass,
Wind between a whisper and a scream.
Ending as quickly as it had began.

Freezing rain to Summer sun.
The heat beating, sending the cold packing.
And Spring nowhere to be found.

No April showers, or blooming flowers.
Just the ice and fire, no place inbetween.
Autumn, will be long overdue.
Dawn’s mist fogs street silent alongside young maple tree

Shopping for approaching fall colors stationary marketing facsimile

Tweed gold filigree in earth tones weaves laced crimson colored leaf

Semi-gloss polish proud in pattern seeks fashionable scene beneath

Veins of green leave summer, soon fade into myriads of tan

Brilliant boutique on city’s square leaves leaves numerous lone artisan

Last fling superb sure splendor, season’s seasoned leaves aflame

Attract eyes of passer’s by, Autumn in her glory to exclaim

Just a few more weeks of wonder until wind wings windbreak the spell

Of encaptured captured fall season until Autumn’s lustrous leaves fell
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A poem by Imelda Dickinson.
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