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little Bird Jan 2015
Dreamt of driving down
that old back road in summertime
looked like a country song
I smell the warm air
I said, "This looks just like home."
Insisted, "This is just like home."
Even in my dreams
I know
                    *I need to come home.
Ellis Currer Oct 2014
I do not know how long this summertime will last
or for how long these roses will bloom.
I do not know for how long we
can put off the winter of our lives.
I do not know the answers to any of these questions.
All I know is that with you by my side
I will weather through these withering winds
and travel down the path of demise.

How long can we battle the darkness of winter?
With my soul strengthened by yours,
forever my Darling. I will fight
and fight the recessing sun  
and still kiss every wrinkle  
and curve of this wilting rose.
As our blood turns to ice,
I will fight and toil.
I will face winter and its wrath
to keep you here with me.
As summertime morphs into winter
I will fight so our souls will combine and
transcend this material world,
so that when winter comes
I face it with you.
III Sep 2014
Hazy hums and unbalanced
Sways fill these days
Of intoxicated sights and
Fights to stay awake,
Quick glances and last chances
For first kisses those
Who isolate inside surely will miss,
Dream riddled breaths that bring
The death to self-preservation,
Locked eyes screaming the
Unanswered "why"s of adolescence, with
Hugs so tight all the chipped
Heights of souls stick back
Together in mismatched arrays
Of awkward days and repeating
Sayings, a monotonous clammerful
Lifestyle once looked at so glammerful,
Manifesting itself in violet twilight
And warm-soaked, color-spilled sunsets,
Early morning blinks of sleepless
Thoughts to think and streets to walk,
Thoughts of talks rather unspoken
And love never broken.
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.
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