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Lani Foronda Aug 2014
We're stuck
Laying tangled in this mess we've made.
I'm pulling one way,
But so are you.
I don't know what else to do
To make you mine.
I can't figure it out.
Someone send me a sign.
Cause I'm slowly falling from cloud nine
On this Indian summer night.
October 1/5, 2012
Lani Foronda Aug 2014
If I listen carefully,
I can hear the lapping of the ocean tide.
The splish
              splash
                       of skipping rocks.

If I close my eyes,
I can feel the sun again.
The warmth my hands held
For those few seconds.

If I stop for a moment,
I can still find traces of those stolen moments.
Of that sweet summer
Trailing in the October breeze.
October 27, 2012
Adel Jul 2014
the sun was shining so bright that day, peeking through my windows. i felt the sunlight burned my fragile skin and my heart continued to beat. walls of insecurities and emptiness vanished when i saw his eyes in the morning sun. his smile was full of mildness and brought me into a sweet melody of tranquility. he touched my hand and i felt the sunflowers inside my lungs are dancing in the bloomy atmosphere.

the clock keeps ticking and i woke up and i realized that you are not next to me anymore. all those scenarios i made inside my colored mind never exist, and it was just a daydream away. you did not love me and you are gone, just softly leave. but your voice was still humming inside my soul and i pictured your laughter perfectly in my 2 am thoughts before i go to sleep.

those summer days are over, my dear. those rhythms and happy voices are booming in my everlasting memories. i felt so grateful to know you in my life, beautiful boy. thank you and goodbye.
for Justin, the boy with earphones in his ears and the snapback on his head.
Adel Jul 2014
the stars are longing for the sun
when it shines so bright in a summer day
with the sound of cracking waves
and everlasting goodbyes
just like yesterday i said hello
and you touched my hand
you grew butterflies and sunflowers inside my lungs
all of my darkness and sorrow
vanished when i saw your smile

i still feel the summer air and those sparks
even when you said goodbye
i died a little inside
this piece of memory will be gone
and now you're softly leave footprints in my heart
and now you're really gone.
Lenny Marie May 2014
I gave you my summer;
Sea salt stung my aching knuckles
And the salt from your skin burned the cracks in my lips.
I gave you tea candle nights;
Firefly and Arnold Palmer
Topped with bug spray and dusted with chlorine
Rolling over and over until I felt sick
With your taste in my mouth and your heartbeat in my head.
I gave you my will to breathe that night
And with every shot I took, you took more.
I gave you the days of cold breezes and warm afternoons;
When the sunset burned like fire
And I needed your hands to keep mine warm.
Pumpkin on my tongue
Lattes and ale
And a long drive to the apple trees
Where we got lost for hours, you and me.
I gave you my shoulder and my shade
I gave you my light heart and carried your weight.
I gave you the light I needed to see
And for those next few months, I was blind.
I gave you my stumbling legs and frozen fingers
Wrapped in a down blanket on a queen size bed
I gave you every inch of my skin and touched every inch of yours,
All alone here on the floor
but still, I was empty.
With no blood in my veins
and no heart in my chest.
Vacated and lost
A beggar girl whose lost eyes you despise
Whose heart is wilting beside yours
Who calls for nameless people in the middle of the night,
While you lay beside her losing sleep.
it was good while it lasted
Emma Apr 2014
And for a split second, there we were again. In a world with no troubles, summer had no end. The nights were long, but never too cold, for though the sun didn't shine, your strong arms never grew old. The stars, there were plenty, illuminated the rivers. All I could hear was your voice and the wilderness; all I could see was the beauty above. Your hand clamped in mine, your arm protecting me, felt so tied down, yet astonishingly free.

But then it was gone, so soon as it came. Your eyes suddenly vanished; dear, did you grow mute? The memory stayed but you left with the wind.
But no sooner do the stars come up, does it all start again. I hold you for seconds, I take you back in...the smell of your hat, the feel of your skin. Why do you torture me so? You're miles away but still drag me so low. But I think it's time I say bye, for holding on to your memory might cause me to die.

And maybe one day, you'll be lost in thought, will remember those nights that you'll think I forgot. And maybe that day, you'll come back to me, maybe not to stay, but to set me free.
To Jesse, the stars are in your eyes.

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