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Already in shorts and bright colored tees,
Run up the stairs to the house with youthful ease.
Drop the schoolwork in the trash it doesn't really matter,
I won't be going back to school until two months after.
Time to buy watermelon and tons of ice cream,
Driving mom crazy when she trips on rinds and seeds.
Run towards the ocean and transform into a fish,
Find a starfish in the sand and make a special wish.
Sunburn on my nose but I don't really care,
Won't be seeing the age spots for another fifty years.
Got sand in my bathing suit and in my ears,
Grandma says the ocean is made of a billion angel tears.
Make new friends on the shore and promise letters all the time,
Memories of their names forgotten when summer hits its prime.
A cute boy with a stick draws both our initials in a heart,
He is the love of my life until I remember boys laugh at all their farts.
Summer is now over, the bathing suit goes back inside the drawer,
The bright sun and sandcastles will fade when the rain begins to pour.
The sunny days are in the pasts but never shall you fear,
Because summer will be back again within the coming year.
Run up the stairs to the house with youthful ease.
Drop the schoolwork in the trash it doesn't really matter,
I won't be going back to school until two months after.
Time to buy watermelon and tons of ice cream,
Driving mom crazy when she trips on rinds and seeds.
Run towards the ocean and transform into a fish,
Find a starfish in the sand and make a special wish.
Sunburn on my nose but I don't really care,
Won't be seeing the age spots for another fifty years.
Got sand in my bathing suit and in my ears,
Grandma says the ocean is made of a billion angel tears.
Make new friends on the shore and promise letters all the time,
Memories of their names forgotten when summer hits its prime.
A cute boy with a stick draws both our initials in a heart,
He is the love of my life until I remember boys laugh at all their farts.
Summer is now over, the bathing suit goes back inside the drawer,
The bright sun and sandcastles will fade when the rain begins to pour.
The sunny days are in the pasts but never shall you fear,
Because summer will be back again within the coming year.
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Bloom
How can a flower bloom into the unknown?
Is she just so pure that she doesn't know -
the pain of animals playing with her petals,
Or nibbling at the roots that keep her stable?
Why is it that she blooms with knowing all this?
Is there something more that I'm not getting?
Or is it that she just wants to live as much as she can -
Before the animals eat her away into the unknown.
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cacoethes.
your hands are hot-houses, built to
grow my skin (in).
rest your feet upon the snow, its cold and,
you're cold.
he says,
fly, sara,
fly.
a romantic can only learn romance from the stars.
so you learn how to fly.
but the carpet is too far away from
the sky.
fly, sara,
fly.
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Ambers Waves, Blue Eyes
Fingers like a willow, bending at his whim
Run through amber waves of grain.
(blue eyes and somber cups of tea defined evenings and testimonies of simpler things)
He will hold her in his eyes –the blues ones— and tell her secrets of the world
Like pixie dreams and broken seams and tired, creaky balance beams;
Intertwining fingers and clasped hearts.
Finally.
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It’s July! Ahh summer! Wait no I’m definitely lying, I hate summer, too hot. I wrote this poem for my nephews, you may have noticed because it varies a little from my usual writing. It’s pretty much a molding together of all my childhood memories of summer, it’s not beautiful or deep but it reminds me of a time when life was a whole lot more carefree and simple.
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Sweet.