The day of the week with the most sunshine. Or rather time of the year, not day of the week. Summer is also the first name of a really awesome actress that plays River Tam in Firefly. No, I am so not stuck in the past. Firefly is still awesome. She also plays Bennett Halverson in Dollhouse, which is pretty recent.
I hate summer. It’s all hot and sweaty like some gross porno. I don’t understand the appeal of this season. I much rather have a long break from school in winter or fall or spring. Summer is just a time to get sunburnt and eaten by bugs and do nothing. I hate that. Maybe I should move somewhere colder.
In summer, timekeeping is the encroachment of the tides. Taste is the bitterness of the saltwater, and feel remains inside the rough sand that encases my feet. Sight is blue–and forever blue, at that. But it is the laughter that makes summer a being.
It is winter right now. Not only the weather, but also my life. I know that the summer will come, but right now, it is winter and the feeling of the hot sun on my body is but a memory.
It was summer time and all she wanted to do was hang out with her friends and act like a kid. But that wasn’t happening this year. This was the year she had to grow up whether she was ready for it or not. She had to take care of her siblings while her mother wet on her drinking binges and her father worked. She had to give herself to her boyfriend to prove that she really loved even though she wasn’t ready. This was the year that she hid behind her drug habits and cutting. This was the summer that she changed. She no longer wanted to be in dance or cheer. She no longer wished to attend her summer student council meetings. This was the summer that she learned that she didn’t care anymore. There was no one around to tell her that the path she was choosing was wrong or bad for her. There was no one around her to care what she was doing and she took advantage of it. When her summer ended and school began she no longer had the same friends she had started with or the same boyfriend. She was a totally different girl and still no one seemed to notice her.
Summer is the time when I died. It was a gloomy summer, the kind of summer that makes you want to swat the mosquitoes on your face but doesn’t give you enough energy to do it. That kind of summer. The kind that brings out freckles on your face like the seeds on strawberries. But now, the month of August was the worse…
i love summer. the sand in my toes, the sun on my face. it bleaches my hair and darkens my skin, even though i usually end the day with a really bad sunburn. i get to go to bed late and sleep in in the mornings, waking up to the sun streaming through my windows. it is beautiful, warm, and relaxing.
Is it wrong of me to want summer to come and end at the same time? Summer is when life pass from your fingertips the fastest, and I seem to lose a bit more of myself every time that summer comes. No, I’m not ready for it to come, nor am I ready to go So tell me, what should I do, this day so far, yet so close to summer, for it’s when time move all too fast, and life slips from our fingers.
Summer is awesome. Summer is cool… Actually Summer is hot. Ice cream melts, you feel like dying and you want to just sit in front of the AC and dream of winter. Summer what joy do you bring?
summer isn’t a time or a place. Summer is a name. My name. But not my original, real, birth name. Not the one that mom gave me. Not the one that dad must have spent months thinking of, Daniel. Nope. Summer is the name of the man I’m looking for. Of the man I intend to kill.
How is it that it’s already the end of winter?
How can it be half a year until summer?
The mad carefree feeling of the hot months
and the feeling of time slipping by.
it’s already gone.
It’s spring?
is it wrong of me to long for summer to both come and end at the same time? Summer is when life pass from your fingertips the fastest, and I seem to lose a bit more of my self every time that summer comes. No, I’m not ready for it to come, nor am I ready to go So tell me, what should I do, this day so far, yet so close to summer, when time move all too fast, and life slips from our fingers.
Summer is awesome. It’s the time where I can sit around the house and be lazy and fat since I’m a teenager. I used to have to go to camp. That’s why summer used to be torturous for me. Oh well. I like it now since I’m free. This is my first entry. Whoops. :D
Summer is the time of the year for me. Its fresh fruit, hot weather and outdoor activities just make for the loveliest season ever. Swimming, ice cream and cookouts keep me happy.
butterflies sun clouds swing bed trampoline pool carnival backy swimsuit pizza burgers idk what else to write hottdogs beer concerts sunglasses seabreeze shorts
summer is what i’m living for. My life now is overscheduled overpacked untamed rough painful tired eating me alive scratching at my skin demanding demanding demanding and at the same time hurling into the unknown. I’ve worked so hard fixing the upholsery on the train seats but i don’t know if the train’s about to hurtle off a cliff
summer isn’t a time or a place. It’s a name. It’s my name. But not my original. Not the one mom gave me or the one that dad must have spent days thinking of. Nope. That old used up one is daniel. Summer, is the name of the man that I have every intention of killing.
summer this year was filled with failed ideas, eyes stinging with salt water, and bad photographs I took to prove I have friends. I would not count it as the best summer ever. In fact, it may have been my worst.
The glorious days of summer are here. The mozzies, the humidity, my hair, curlier than Shirley Temple’s curly bob. The bbq smells wafting through the backyards as we all enjoy the long summer evenings.
i think of myself in a loving nostalgic way. Driving around in my silver car feeling light enter through its square roof as I delved into heaps of lonely energy. IT was that day you walked past my car and I looked up and I was angry. Then seeing you and parking with you as you told me you were sorry. It was longing for something that wasn’t him and feeling so lost. IT was securing myself away from stress and into realms of emotion. Maybe they never really got me, in my tangents, in my slightly helter skelter path, but it was always me. I was always me.
The summers at cape may were full of sunshine, cute waiters at old Victorian hotels and restaurants, hot sun and Henry’s On The Beach. Each house was a different color, a different color scheme, and Morrow’s nut house is where we would blow all of our spending money on little bags of candy.
Sweat glistening, I pushed myself more than I thought possible, feeling my muscles strain and bones creak. I AM going to make this, I thought to myself. The top of the gargantuan hill was within reach, I could taste the victory on my lips. I did it.
“This summer will be the best!” she tossed her golden blond, bouncy hair around on her shoulders. We smiled. When you kick back, and relax knowing that your summer will be great because it will start with the best party in TEENAGE HISTORY, then yes, this summer will be the best.
summer – always looked forward to it as a kid, but the heat in the south can be oppressive. i bought my first dog at age 18 in august of that year and named her summer. i would appreciate the summer months coming around a little early this year.
I love summer! It is warm and fun and free of responsibility. It is a brief respite that reminds me of the days when nothing mattered but swimming and playing. Summer is full of hopes of love and laughter and languishing the days away with a book. I wish work didn’t get in the way of summer:)
Beautiful skies, hanging out with my friends. Laying under the sun in a tank top and jeans listening to some music. Remembering the times gone by as I swim in the ocean and smell the salt in the breeze.
the heat of the summer day was making me sweat. I could feel my clothes getting sticky and my skin getting salty. The hair on the back of my neck getting damp. The sun beating down and scorching my skin.
Summer reminds me of the beach, of clear crystal water and pure white sands and that cool ocean breeze brushing against my face.
Summer reminds me of hot sticky nights in nothing but short-shorts and a tee, trying desperately to get to sleep in temperatures of over twentry degrees.
Summer reminds me of you and the taste of berry juice on your lips and sand in your hair and that beautiful smile on your face.
This summer, I was on a boat. The sun shone on my burnt face and My skin was bathed in warmth. The ocean waves crashed and their white caps were frothy and the tips, hence the names. We pulled up to an island and ate lunch. It was sandy.
the crystalline facade shimmers under the roasting sun. bits of sand stick to the bottoms of my feet, burning their imprint forever. i dip a toe into the ice, and jump, breaking the surface tension as well as the tension in the air that you could cut with a knife.
it’s a typical summer day.
summer is the time for friends and laughter adn freedom. every moment of summeer is romance and beaauty. you are who you choose to be in the sweet summer months. the heat adn sweat hold nothing compared to the glorious revelation of being young.
summer. time to sit and enjoy. sitting is rather boring in other times. but its summer, so it cant possibly be boring. sighs after sighs. with light beaming on my glowing face. not to sound cocky, but i know my face glows in the summer
i had a horrible summer, well i really had an excellent summer, god nice days at christal lake. the lake where lots and lots of chemicals are probably swiming with me, but it was down the street, around the corner. i mean, we biked there! it was wonderful, free, and we met a bunch of awesome people. one lady we met, i mean i was just thinking baout her was this wonderful and gorgeous woman who would cut work to hang out with us. then, i went to rehab..
Cuddled up and snug, sweet memories of the joyous days of summer; the warm sun, chasing girls, sleeping free under the starry sky, eating slugs, Terence would be having sweet dreams for his long winter nap at the bottom of the woodpile. Suprising that one so prickly could have such warmth and tenderness beneath his spines, but we are all but beasts and have to defend ourselves somehow.
The day of the week with the most sunshine. Or rather time of the year, not day of the week. Summer is also the first name of a really awesome actress that plays River Tam in Firefly. No, I am so not stuck in the past. Firefly is still awesome. She also plays Bennett Halverson in Dollhouse, which is pretty recent.
as if it were summer
I don’t wear a coat
I turn the radio up loud
(the car’s defroster
melts my ice cream)
you’ll never be mine.
pleasant country grounds and play grounds. it was a block ago and is just around the corner.
wow. so many memories.
I hate summer. It’s all hot and sweaty like some gross porno. I don’t understand the appeal of this season. I much rather have a long break from school in winter or fall or spring. Summer is just a time to get sunburnt and eaten by bugs and do nothing. I hate that. Maybe I should move somewhere colder.
In summer, timekeeping is the encroachment of the tides. Taste is the bitterness of the saltwater, and feel remains inside the rough sand that encases my feet. Sight is blue–and forever blue, at that. But it is the laughter that makes summer a being.
Summer.
Not again.
So many people enjoy it, a time to relax from the stress of school (or at least be able to go to the beach.)
Not me.
I fear summer.
I fear that this summer will be a waste of time.
I fear that it won’t matter.
It is winter right now. Not only the weather, but also my life. I know that the summer will come, but right now, it is winter and the feeling of the hot sun on my body is but a memory.
It was summer time and all she wanted to do was hang out with her friends and act like a kid. But that wasn’t happening this year. This was the year she had to grow up whether she was ready for it or not. She had to take care of her siblings while her mother wet on her drinking binges and her father worked. She had to give herself to her boyfriend to prove that she really loved even though she wasn’t ready. This was the year that she hid behind her drug habits and cutting. This was the summer that she changed. She no longer wanted to be in dance or cheer. She no longer wished to attend her summer student council meetings. This was the summer that she learned that she didn’t care anymore. There was no one around to tell her that the path she was choosing was wrong or bad for her. There was no one around her to care what she was doing and she took advantage of it. When her summer ended and school began she no longer had the same friends she had started with or the same boyfriend. She was a totally different girl and still no one seemed to notice her.
Summer is the time when I died. It was a gloomy summer, the kind of summer that makes you want to swat the mosquitoes on your face but doesn’t give you enough energy to do it. That kind of summer. The kind that brings out freckles on your face like the seeds on strawberries. But now, the month of August was the worse…
i love summer. the sand in my toes, the sun on my face. it bleaches my hair and darkens my skin, even though i usually end the day with a really bad sunburn. i get to go to bed late and sleep in in the mornings, waking up to the sun streaming through my windows. it is beautiful, warm, and relaxing.
Is it wrong of me to want summer to come and end at the same time? Summer is when life pass from your fingertips the fastest, and I seem to lose a bit more of myself every time that summer comes. No, I’m not ready for it to come, nor am I ready to go So tell me, what should I do, this day so far, yet so close to summer, for it’s when time move all too fast, and life slips from our fingers.
Summer is awesome. Summer is cool… Actually Summer is hot. Ice cream melts, you feel like dying and you want to just sit in front of the AC and dream of winter. Summer what joy do you bring?
-Bailey
Age 11
summer isn’t a time or a place. Summer is a name. My name. But not my original, real, birth name. Not the one that mom gave me. Not the one that dad must have spent months thinking of, Daniel. Nope. Summer is the name of the man I’m looking for. Of the man I intend to kill.
How is it that it’s already the end of winter?
How can it be half a year until summer?
The mad carefree feeling of the hot months
and the feeling of time slipping by.
it’s already gone.
It’s spring?
Freedom, air, Warm, sunshine, long naps, icecream, dresses, flip flops, iced tea, barbecues!
is it wrong of me to long for summer to both come and end at the same time? Summer is when life pass from your fingertips the fastest, and I seem to lose a bit more of my self every time that summer comes. No, I’m not ready for it to come, nor am I ready to go So tell me, what should I do, this day so far, yet so close to summer, when time move all too fast, and life slips from our fingers.
Summer is awesome. It’s the time where I can sit around the house and be lazy and fat since I’m a teenager. I used to have to go to camp. That’s why summer used to be torturous for me. Oh well. I like it now since I’m free. This is my first entry. Whoops. :D
Summer is the time of the year for me. Its fresh fruit, hot weather and outdoor activities just make for the loveliest season ever. Swimming, ice cream and cookouts keep me happy.
butterflies sun clouds swing bed trampoline pool carnival backy swimsuit pizza burgers idk what else to write hottdogs beer concerts sunglasses seabreeze shorts
summer is what i’m living for. My life now is overscheduled overpacked untamed rough painful tired eating me alive scratching at my skin demanding demanding demanding and at the same time hurling into the unknown. I’ve worked so hard fixing the upholsery on the train seats but i don’t know if the train’s about to hurtle off a cliff
summer isn’t a time or a place. It’s a name. It’s my name. But not my original. Not the one mom gave me or the one that dad must have spent days thinking of. Nope. That old used up one is daniel. Summer, is the name of the man that I have every intention of killing.
summer this year was filled with failed ideas, eyes stinging with salt water, and bad photographs I took to prove I have friends. I would not count it as the best summer ever. In fact, it may have been my worst.
The glorious days of summer are here. The mozzies, the humidity, my hair, curlier than Shirley Temple’s curly bob. The bbq smells wafting through the backyards as we all enjoy the long summer evenings.
i think of myself in a loving nostalgic way. Driving around in my silver car feeling light enter through its square roof as I delved into heaps of lonely energy. IT was that day you walked past my car and I looked up and I was angry. Then seeing you and parking with you as you told me you were sorry. It was longing for something that wasn’t him and feeling so lost. IT was securing myself away from stress and into realms of emotion. Maybe they never really got me, in my tangents, in my slightly helter skelter path, but it was always me. I was always me.
The summers at cape may were full of sunshine, cute waiters at old Victorian hotels and restaurants, hot sun and Henry’s On The Beach. Each house was a different color, a different color scheme, and Morrow’s nut house is where we would blow all of our spending money on little bags of candy.
Sweat glistening, I pushed myself more than I thought possible, feeling my muscles strain and bones creak. I AM going to make this, I thought to myself. The top of the gargantuan hill was within reach, I could taste the victory on my lips. I did it.
“This summer will be the best!” she tossed her golden blond, bouncy hair around on her shoulders. We smiled. When you kick back, and relax knowing that your summer will be great because it will start with the best party in TEENAGE HISTORY, then yes, this summer will be the best.
summer – always looked forward to it as a kid, but the heat in the south can be oppressive. i bought my first dog at age 18 in august of that year and named her summer. i would appreciate the summer months coming around a little early this year.
I love summer! It is warm and fun and free of responsibility. It is a brief respite that reminds me of the days when nothing mattered but swimming and playing. Summer is full of hopes of love and laughter and languishing the days away with a book. I wish work didn’t get in the way of summer:)
Beautiful skies, hanging out with my friends. Laying under the sun in a tank top and jeans listening to some music. Remembering the times gone by as I swim in the ocean and smell the salt in the breeze.
the heat of the summer day was making me sweat. I could feel my clothes getting sticky and my skin getting salty. The hair on the back of my neck getting damp. The sun beating down and scorching my skin.
Summer reminds me of the beach, of clear crystal water and pure white sands and that cool ocean breeze brushing against my face.
Summer reminds me of hot sticky nights in nothing but short-shorts and a tee, trying desperately to get to sleep in temperatures of over twentry degrees.
Summer reminds me of you and the taste of berry juice on your lips and sand in your hair and that beautiful smile on your face.
This summer, I was on a boat. The sun shone on my burnt face and My skin was bathed in warmth. The ocean waves crashed and their white caps were frothy and the tips, hence the names. We pulled up to an island and ate lunch. It was sandy.
the crystalline facade shimmers under the roasting sun. bits of sand stick to the bottoms of my feet, burning their imprint forever. i dip a toe into the ice, and jump, breaking the surface tension as well as the tension in the air that you could cut with a knife.
it’s a typical summer day.
summer is the time for friends and laughter adn freedom. every moment of summeer is romance and beaauty. you are who you choose to be in the sweet summer months. the heat adn sweat hold nothing compared to the glorious revelation of being young.
summer. time to sit and enjoy. sitting is rather boring in other times. but its summer, so it cant possibly be boring. sighs after sighs. with light beaming on my glowing face. not to sound cocky, but i know my face glows in the summer
Summer is too hot, but inspiring, exciting and uplifting.
i had a horrible summer, well i really had an excellent summer, god nice days at christal lake. the lake where lots and lots of chemicals are probably swiming with me, but it was down the street, around the corner. i mean, we biked there! it was wonderful, free, and we met a bunch of awesome people. one lady we met, i mean i was just thinking baout her was this wonderful and gorgeous woman who would cut work to hang out with us. then, i went to rehab..
eyes dragged open
sunlight flashed across the sky
skin moving across green grass
remnants and rubbish
of a night well spent
we gather and trudge
shaking the sleep out of our eyes
lacing fingers
barefoot and grinning
run faster than our friends
to that tire swing we love
Cuddled up and snug, sweet memories of the joyous days of summer; the warm sun, chasing girls, sleeping free under the starry sky, eating slugs, Terence would be having sweet dreams for his long winter nap at the bottom of the woodpile. Suprising that one so prickly could have such warmth and tenderness beneath his spines, but we are all but beasts and have to defend ourselves somehow.