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Emily Jul 2014
Scorching heat casted upon me
Squinted eyes and drops of sweat
The cold pool, a pleasant shock
Oozing confidence in my bikini
Tan skin, mermaid hair
Behold, this is not my life
I'm not that girl
I hate the summertime
© Emily 2014
y i k e s Jul 2014
sun burned skin
scrapped knees
overly heated air
ice cream truck tunes heard in the distance
rain pouring onto the streets

*******, it must be summer.
Bails B Jun 2014
The night sky lights up in a colourful array of
blues, reds, yellows, greens.
Spectators ooo and aaah over the display.
Loud bangs makes the little children flinch and squeal in delight.

Making memories with friends and family on these warm nights.
Plenty of food in the coolers and the kitchen to share
Board games on the table and lawn games on the grass to play.
Fireflies twinkling and dancing on the front lawn at twilight.

Campfires red and orange flicker softly in the dark,
warming the coldest of feet those nights.
Stories are passed on from generation to generation,
and silly campfire tunes are sung and danced.

It's summer time; ice pops to be eaten,
laughs to be exclaimed, photos to be taken,
friendships to be formed, and all-nighters to be pulled.
It's summertime, yes, *it's summertime.
ZWS Jun 2014
I love you, but I hate not being independent
I feel stuck with you when you're gone
And free when you're here
But you'll be back baby, the school years almost here
There's nothing to fear darling, we're in this together dear

I'm trying to sing my heart out, but the notes sound a bit confused
It sounds like my past, because my heart's been a bit bruised
Good thing about those bruises is they faded, I'll never forget though, that's how we learn darling, though
Sometimes this summer can feel a little jaded
When I'm trying to act like I'm fine, I could tell you I'm becoming a bit chraraded
Taking who I am, taking it, and grenading it

It's all part of falling, your adrenalines up here, and the winds blowing through your hair, just hold on, don't ever hit the ground
Even when you're feeling a bit confounded
All the memories around you are surrounding, ghosts around you shrouding
Just take them to the grave, you're brave dear, don't let it be crowding near

We'll be alright at the end of this summertime drought
So don't you pout, cause the clouds may look a bit dark now but the new season will bring rain and reason
The way you feel, don't deem it as treason, it's easy to drift, just lift your chin up, girl, endure the season, with me.
Katelyn Foley May 2014
Henry, You lost the love I love the most....
                          You ginger hair is the suns warm rays shining upon a blue eyed angel who doesn't see the love coming from the one who needs that angel to save her but she realizes he needs to be saved, she is his angel who is there to shine light upon a broken wing who needs to fly up above those blue skys so hey can together become one In harmony, not to be broken not to be frayed not to be left in the rain but to bring back the Tenerife sea in his eyes, to make her glow like a bright sunrise in a cloudy sky, she needs him as much as he needs an angel to make him shine, nobody understands why their love is so strong and deep and why a beautiful angel is with a broken wing but nobody knows that he is her everything, hes not only a majestic thing he is her sunlight on a rainy evening, he sees the angels scars but doesn't think they make her unlovable, shes difficult, but angels need to love too, no love story can save this angels broken wings but this broken thing will try to make her see that if she believes she can be saved, he doesn't see the love that she is trying give but Is not receiving, she doesn't understand why she is pretty but she understands that she is unlovable, she is making a permanent scar on her arm unlike the one that she can only see, he doesn't understand why she doesn't see what he sees but cant tell her these amazing feelings.... they both say why as their love is starting to die, the cry, they fight, they love, they sceam, they hurt, and they bleed, if only that broken wing came to save the beautiful angel dieing, bleeding, screaming, and crying why as she died... He finaly started to wonder if she is going to be alrigt so he decided to go in the middle of the night to fix things to tell her these amazing feelings and when he  got there he fell to his knees, crying in front of this broken beautiful amazing angel that saved him but couldn't be saved, he held her and cryed out ”please don't leave me, I need you, I love you, im so so so sorry I never told yu that your beautifula nd perfect for me, PLEASE PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!” he never understood why god let this beautiful angel die for him? but one day as he was going through her journal he cried as he read the last sentence that she wrote and it was about him, it said “If my angel were to ever read this, I didn't leave because of you, I left because I am not fit to be a mother,” he stopped and thought “A MOTHER?” and continued to read the letter “I know what your thinking what is she talking about? but im carrying our daughter, I didn't know what to do who to tell, I couldn't let me ruin you future, your so smart, live your life and continue to succeed, I know that you will be anything that you want to be and I know you will find someone thatloves you more than we ever could, im sorry for all the pain I have cause, we love you -your broken wing” he cried and cried and cried and screamed “WHY GOD WHY?” he never understood why until 6 years passed, he was a journalist with 4 best author awards, he always new that he had an angel watching over him, the day that his first daughter was born was the day he realized that, that angel couldn't be saved but needed to save him, he wasn't a broken wing any more, he was an amazing thing who had these 4 beautiful daughters and a loving wife who would never hurt him, he understood that his angel was set free!
Its a personal story that means a lot to me, its sort of a poem but its just something that makes me cry everytime I think about that beautiful childs blue eyes....
R Daniel May 2014
Summer.
is a time of Happiness.
When Smiles.
and Laughter.
come with Old friends.
and New.
where Joy.
can be experienced by crying at Weddings.
and cuddles and story-telling during Bonfires.
where Fireworks bring devious pranks and silly danger.
when the beautiful Flowers bloom.
and the Beach is calling your name.
a time when the Water feels good on your feet.
and the Sun warms your skin.
a time when Love is in the air.
and Strangers become lovers.
where Home is a destination.
and Adventure is the key motivation.
y i k e s Apr 2014
summer is fast approaching

here comes the shorten shorts
the chopped up jeans
and the showy shirts with the split sides

summer is fast approaching

the beach parties are on
and the flip flops are out
the kegs are filled up, ready for action

summer is fast approaching

beach ***** are blown up
bathing suits are selling out
cars are filled with gas, ready to go

summer is fast approaching

i'm inside
fully clothed
awaiting for winter to come
i'm not much of a fan of summer
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