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Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
whenever I return
to the Cape, and am
kissed by the salty breeze
I realize that I left
a piece of myself
on the rocky beach

the Cape belongs to
the young girl who
wouldn't have her
freckles if it wasn't for
the August sun

the girl who pretended
to be a mermaid trapped
in the pool, trying to find her
way home, to the ocean

the Cape belongs to
the young woman who
wasn't comfortable in
her own skin, and
covered up

the woman who learned
that dusk was her favorite
time to visit the beach,
with ice cream in her hand
and her toes in the sand

Every year, I have less and less
time to return here,
but every time I do I see them

They are in awe of me
So alike, so different
The sun hasn't stopped
scattering me with freckles
Especially now,
I no longer hide my skin

And though I don't pretend,
I still wish I was a mermaid

Even though I don't visit enough,
With every trip I find myself
On the beach, at dusk

With my toes in the sand,
and ice cream on my lips,
I realize,
A part of my soul
will always be here
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
the Cape is a place
where time stops,
and all that moves
are the waves and breezes,
bicycle wheels and boats
Tiffany Merkel Jun 2017
Traveling with you feels barbaric in nature
Subject to small cramped places because the cargo has far exceeded the vessel
I feel like an old time stow away on a ship except with one glaring difference:
This is a small metal machine on wheels and not a fantastic glorious wooden bowl gliding on the vast seas
I suppose the food is alright too although there's only so many greasy and questionable meats a person can eat before it becomes something more of a sickly chore then a pleasurable break from being squished in the back seat of the car like a salty little sardine
There is only one hope when being trapped In a situation such as this
And that is the promise of a new wonderful land that waits beyond this dismal horizon called "vacation"
Francie Lynch Jun 2017
School commencements looming;
Bands and grads are tuning,
Moving from room to room
On this last day in June.

From womb to pre-school
Kids migrate,
To elementary/high school dissipate;
Trade schools, colleges,
And universities await,
Punch the clock at the workplace gate.
Summer vacation helps make the break.
But make no mistake,
The last day of school is just for show,
I hope they're schooled enough to know.
The last day of school is just a term
Rightly debunked during life's sojourn:
Ahead there's still life-long learning.
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claire May 2017
She is draped over the chair like an expensive rug
Her fingers dangle gracefully over the edge
The sun has finally returned
And announced itself as only a sun can;
Brightly and warmly
The weight of its rays press her down into her seat
She should get up, she has so much to do
But summer tends to bleed the urgency out of you
So she stays, humming tunelessly,
Until the light sleeps.
Wolftrax May 2017
I thought she was it, for sure the one
She took my heart, from the very start
I was just hanging out, having some fun
Had a feeling I needed to play this smart
Looked at her, as I gave a polite smile
I'll never forget her in the Blackhawks shirt

I asked the bartender to send her a shot
Why not? it was worth a try, at this point
I'll be honest my friends, she was so hot
We started talking and finally left the joint
Being out of town, I asked her about DFW
She showed me around, I enjoyed the view

That day was something else, my friend
If I could, I'd definitely go back there again
Corona on ice, relaxing in the sand
That girl by my side and her dog Benjamin
It would get me away from the blues I'm in
Knowing she'd be there for me everyday

Then I wake up, and realize it was a dream
None of it was real, not one **** thing
So it's back to my daily boring routine
I have some Corona, that's a good thing
Gotta love those dreams, such jokers
Guess I'll have a beer and play video poker
Sometimes, we have these beautiful dreams, they feel so real, and you get so caught up in them. Until you wake up, and realize that they are nothing more than just that... a dream. I had a dream I was on vacation down in Dallas-Fort Worth, and met this beautiful lady. Yeah, you get the idea. lol
Donielle Apr 2017
This moment,
lying silent in the sun,
basking in its love,
and yours,
the whole world is still
except the air sneaking across our bodies
through the open window at our heads.
In this pure light
I can see every stray hair on your face,
perfectly misplaced
like carefully planned chaos.
I notice that the hair hiding behind your ear
begins to curl
when it has grown just a bit
too long
and it reminds me of ocean waves
and I realize
I've never been so inclined to drown.
If you were water
like the color of your eyes
I would let you fill me.
You could pour into my lungs
through my nose and mouth
and I wouldn't stop you.
While I trace with my eyes
the freckles you wear
on your shoulders,
and I imagine them as islands
in the sea of your skin,
I imagine how
I would wear nothing but a smile
and swim the distance
so I could visit each one,
allow your water flesh to rush over me.
I see your chest as a mountain
one that I've conquered time and time
again
but I've never taken the same trail twice.
Your breath like the wind through my trees
whistles
and your leaves shiver
and the birds outside our window
scream a love song like I've never heard.
The melody is sweet
and it calms even my hungriest demons.
When I can feel your warmth beside me
my thoughts become gentle
and my movements are immediately
calculated and
deliberate,
nothing with you near me
is an accident.
Time is frozen
despite the heat pouring in upon us,
and we'll always have this,
our tropical vacation,
our bed the sand
and your smile
the line in the horizon.
requiEM Mar 2017
Valencia Oranges
A yellow coated dream
Mustard-colored-tiles-are-much-colder-than-they-seem
Swimming in a sweatshirt
Watery-eyed and rosy cheeked
Music playing faintly
Curiosity is peaked
I imagine waking up
To humidity and cream
In my coffee, jingle my loft key
As I walk my way upstream


Sunglasses tint
All the oranges red
Valencia enters my veins
Rouged and widespread
Renee 'Wisera' Mar 2017
Shaking in anticipation
Hoping no precipitation
Packing for the occasion

Then once I am on the go
Waiting because lines are slow
There on time? I don't know

Arriving taking it in
The salty sea upon my skin
Forgetting how things have been

Time to relax, time to play
On vacation I get my way
So for now I enjoy the day
Natalie Feb 2017
My heart is not a tourist location
My skin is not a beach for you to swim in, and then leave when you decided you wanted to be in the mountains instead
My lips are not a rest stop for you to take as many kisses as you’d like for the long road ahead
My eyes are not for you to bask in if you do not plan on getting used to their warm glow

I am a home
I am filled with love and light
I have room and space for a beautiful, loving family
With spare room for guests on occasion
I am worthy of a lifetime of happiness
All you have to do is stay
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