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laura Jul 2019
The time has finally come,
it feels like I've been waiting,
and waiting,
and waiting.
It's finally a time,
where I can forget about everything,
and just have fun.
My church camp that happens once a year is finally here. Best time of the year
Celina Jul 2019
Our clock is ticking while I look out the window
Everything’s pitch black and everybody’s sleeping
I see the headlights of your mustang down the street
Tiptoeing down the stairs, hearing nothing
I run fast as I see you leaning against the hood
Your smile is wide and your arms wrap around my waist
Softly you place kisses on my neck while I ruffle your hair
Wind rushes by as we follow the lights with an open roof
The ferris wheel is flashing, happy sounds are reaching us
Laughter fills this place and I smell sweet caramel
My hand finds yours and our sleepless night begins
Winning stuffed animals, dipping churros into chocolate sauce
Making silly faces in a photo booth, cuddling at top of the ferris wheel
Screaming on the rollercoasters, staring at the fireworks
Dreaming in your car on the way home while the sun rises
Missing your warm fingers on my skin as I crawl back into bed
HTR Stevens Jul 2019
The crickets jump...! The crickets hop...!
Chirping in the dark, they won't stop...
Telling me where they are and where they're not
But they are not there, when I reach the spot.
Little crickets, the chirps you make -
Oftimes your location is faked!
Where are you? Along the long grass I look - ;
I just want to give you a gentle stroke.
Little crickets, you're such a tease!
You jump! Then you ride on the breeze...
You sing thro' the night, on a summer day;
I listen to your song from far away.
What’s in a name
What if you don’t have one
How does one address you
How do you know it’s you
Who’s being addressed in crowd
What’s in a name
Without one
Think about that
TheB0redP0et Jul 2019
poetic thoughts running free 'n' about,
thinking limericks, my mind's full of doubt.

spooked from behind, as then i called for my cat,
trying to convince, the innocent claws to chase out the rat.

as all he did was pout the fat 'n' lazy, stout...
Juno Jul 2019
Our
Friendship is
One hundred percent
Toxic but it’s more
Fun that way
Because we
Always
Come
Back
William D Hearns Jul 2019
Imagine if light was
Slower;
Like:
The speed(-+) of
Fog rolling along a dewy grass hill.
If you turned on a flashl
L
Light
And the light
jiggled out with a
plop like
(COndensed) chicken soup from a can? Or if
Light was like a Bright yellow cloud of poison gasthat wasnt poison( and smelled like butterscotch
Imagine turning on the hose
And spraying thick jets of
Heavy light wouldyou drink light?
i dont knownif i would id probably get around to it one day
laura Jul 2019
Time for relaxing,
and spending time with some friends,
and having some fun.
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