laying on the hammock makes me feel at ease. the warmth of the sun, the chill of the breeze. but under the tree branches, i find a cooling aide. i lounge and i lie under the green summer shade
jen b.
It’s an undeniably wonderful shield for those of us who despise the unbearable shine and heat of the sun. It’s nice and never around when you really look for it.
Andy
cool place to lay our head and relax. great for the summer. I prefer the shade. Trees green with leaves providing a nice quiet cool place. Not much shade in the inland empire. No trees no tall buildings
skyeskye
the shade of me is the shade of you. nothing about me that i hate or that i love isn’t reflected in you. does that make me vain for loving you? for needing you? for wanting you always? the shade of me today is light grey. the color of that sweater you always wore when we went somewhere on tuesdays. i wish i could see you in that one more time.
emily
I like to relax in the shade, and also get paid. I like wearing sick, slick shades, the kind i wear when twirlin a blade. Kill motha fuckas, then get away.
Juicy J
Something ghostly, something lesser. The concept of something being less than existing but more than gone is fascinating. What is a shade? Is it the absence of ourselves as a shadow is the absence of light? Or is it something more sinister and removed from our ability to understand.
Andrew Meare
in the shade i saw him lying. he just laid there. the shade obsucured him sufficiently that i would not tell what he was thinking from his facial expression. perhaps this was a tactic to convince me to approach him. i dont know, but approach i did. He lethargically turned toward me as I arrived.
Erin Maxwell
shade is used when you are driving and put the visor down cause its to sunny. Also shade is used in your home with curtains and blinds. I use my hand for shade sometimes also I wear sunglassed which gives a form of shade. I prefer sun not shade i dont sit in the shade. I like the sun.
gale
Ancient shades closing in on my troubled mind. The crunching pins of ages converging on my self. My self? what is that?….Is your self but a shade? When we are dust and worms, what will ‘self’ be? memories? Loves? feelings? Are we only here for our time? or do our tendrils stretch in to infinity? Are we tired to should form other epochs? shades from the river of time? Drowned member of the continuum? It either doesn’t matter at all….or it matter more than you could ever know?….And I don’t think anyone knows the answer.
Eric Herlihy
It was the middle of summer and we were waiting for my birthday, there was the slide before it had spiders inside it and beforei could climb using the holes on one entire side. We had two gigantic trees back then and they covered the entire backyard, which was huge then but I think if I were to see it now it wouldn’t be. It was cooler under them.
stephie
The shade of the rain was quite unusual, and I wondered if it would be accompanied by a different springtime scent, but nevertheless, it smelled the same, the same as the old rain, with the old shade.
Serena Kisiel
it brings me coolness to the hot days the life that saves me away from the death of a burn to gives us the excuse to lie and watch it all go away
shelby easley
it’s cool and i can think. the grass is bright and i’m staring…i’m drifting into the vibrating center of my existance. i’m lulled into a stupor and the anxiety takes over…
amie
love in the shade. there was that june afternoon, our first summer together. we lay down beneath the leaves, in the shade, the cool grass tickling our bare arms and legs. even today, i can feel the breath of the summer breeze along my bare skin, his lips on mine, our hands gentle, exploring, learning.
jess
a shade of blue runs along my face
the window let it in
but the door wont show it out
i wish my world was so simple
just say no the door implores
the window laughs and says yes
do you get what you want as you deny
or do you get what you dont even know you want saying yes
YES
Justin
shade is nice on a hot day. shady character are the opposite. it could be the velvet cutain of your thoughts. i know it’s mine. the girl i love can only see my shadow.
Colin D.B.
I remember when I was a little girl there as a television show that played on CBS called “Evening Shade.” I find that much of my childhood memories are centered around shows like that, shows that made up that time between dinner and bed where we sat around like an actual family and laughed together. Those days go by quickly for everyone, I guess, because I always here people talk about the ‘good ole’ days.’ Those are gone for me.
Sheila
its dark
and wicked
and black
LIKE ANIMAL
its like a leopard with spots
its black spots
are so shiny
like ANIMAL
its like a stripe
from a tiger
from cambodia
named fredrick
with a friend named cornelius the squirrel
LIKE ANIMAL
Steven Scott
as they sit in the tree they eat an apple to an butter fly to the mammal say the frogg as you can see my name is p welder i can sing scrumptioefe
ambet
a shade of blue means you’ve experienced pain. a shade of green means you’ve experienced inferiority. a shade of black means you’ve experienced life to the end.
krazm
the shade of leafy trees filtering the summer sun – so much more than a blind or vinyl barrier, so free, so soft, so natural.
Lovely shade – the relief from the sun
the ghost of all past summer days floating down from the blue of sky
lying in the grass
lying in wait
Karen
Cool breezy. the place every one seeks refuge. the perfect place to sit and reflect on life… or something like it.
writersblock
In that horrible, embarrassing, gut-wrenching moment when our eyes met across the crowded dining hall, I turned a darker shade of pink. I hope you know that really wasn’t supposed to happen.
Val
I knew some people when I was a kid–they named their first daughter “phyrst” and their second daughter “shade.” They were burnt out from the 60s. My mom gave me a normal name. I wish she had been burnt out from the 60s, too. I like being different.
Okay.
Meghan
is lovely. it provides coolness on a sunny day and rest for the weary. can also be evil and mean something demonic. idk, its a multi facited word, i think. ;D
Jesica Deeter
She stood in the shadow of the cross. Only there could she really find the reality of what Christ had done for her, so many years ago. A man she had never know, and yet had changed her life so much. And just to be in the shade of this monument to Him, she could only stand in awe.
marie
The shade of blue was just enthralling. The more I looked, the deeper it seemed to become. I don’t think I had even seen eyes of that color before hers. And I am certain it could not have been natural, much like the woman with whom I spoke.
Z. Arvids
As I was walking in the dark green woods I came across a willow tree. It cast shadows along the soft dirt floor and shaded me from the sun for a small moment. But the sun still beat down unwillingly to give me a break longer then a second.
Abigail Eves
The shade was so comforting in the summer heat. The day had seemed to get hotter by the minute until we found the rock overhang. Relaxing in the cool shadow this outcropping provided us was one step shy of heaven. The only thing that would have made it complete was a cold glass of water.
D Nielsen
Darkness follows under the shade of a tree, moving a little at a moment throughout the day. So, it could be said that the Sun brings darkness with it, not so much chasing it away as throwing it willy-nilly all over the damned place. Thanks, Sun. We appreciate it.
JTN
In the shade of the oak tree, I sat and contemplated why you loved me. I came up empty. So incredibly empty. But it was in the shade of that same oak tree that I realized that I didn’t care why you did. I loved you too. And you leaned in to kiss me. There, in that shade.
Sarah
the leaves all around were golden shades and she stood out wearing a scarlet dress. i never loved like i did at that moment. i was the happiest man alive and she was smiling just for me. the fall season of college was going to interesting….
Emma
the shade of my dreamland represented the clouds that rested around my mind concerning a few aspects of my life, but like everything else, time would bring air currents to carry them elsewhere, eventually.
Fedorabeast 24
I saw it. I saw it like I’d never seen anything before. The shade from the trees covered most of the light, but it still shone so bright through every branch and bristle. It felt like an exhilaration like nothing I’d ever felt.
Gena
Shifting shades of meaning whenever I blink. Staring at my thoughts, I can’t seem to focus– it all changes before I have the chance to soak it thoroughly in.
Mikey
A shade can depend on a mood or color. Shades change how your feel how you think how you chose. The can brighten and dampen your day. Shades can be meaningless or important. They can affect you or they can be useless. The shade of how you feel is reflected on everything you do.
chelsea
i want to lay in it. underneath tall oak trees. where i find rest.
i want to brush off the color of it on my cheeks. for i can’t believe i just….
liz
I think of cypress trees in the south… cemeteries… the contrast of the bright sun against leaves… late afternoon… hide and seek in the shadows..
Keith Hanson
i love the shade. during the summer months, there is nothing i love more than to sit underneath a shade tree with a glass of ice water and a good book. of course, there are times when i want to be in the sun–gotta have a tan!–but overall, sitting in the shade during the summer is the best thing ever.
lanie
i love sitting under a large chestnut tree in the shade on asunny day… it reminds me of my youth when i used to play with my friends down by the river… i still think of those sunny days… and those tall tress heavy with leaves bowing over the slow flowing… river.
laying on the hammock makes me feel at ease. the warmth of the sun, the chill of the breeze. but under the tree branches, i find a cooling aide. i lounge and i lie under the green summer shade
It’s an undeniably wonderful shield for those of us who despise the unbearable shine and heat of the sun. It’s nice and never around when you really look for it.
cool place to lay our head and relax. great for the summer. I prefer the shade. Trees green with leaves providing a nice quiet cool place. Not much shade in the inland empire. No trees no tall buildings
the shade of me is the shade of you. nothing about me that i hate or that i love isn’t reflected in you. does that make me vain for loving you? for needing you? for wanting you always? the shade of me today is light grey. the color of that sweater you always wore when we went somewhere on tuesdays. i wish i could see you in that one more time.
I like to relax in the shade, and also get paid. I like wearing sick, slick shades, the kind i wear when twirlin a blade. Kill motha fuckas, then get away.
Something ghostly, something lesser. The concept of something being less than existing but more than gone is fascinating. What is a shade? Is it the absence of ourselves as a shadow is the absence of light? Or is it something more sinister and removed from our ability to understand.
in the shade i saw him lying. he just laid there. the shade obsucured him sufficiently that i would not tell what he was thinking from his facial expression. perhaps this was a tactic to convince me to approach him. i dont know, but approach i did. He lethargically turned toward me as I arrived.
shade is used when you are driving and put the visor down cause its to sunny. Also shade is used in your home with curtains and blinds. I use my hand for shade sometimes also I wear sunglassed which gives a form of shade. I prefer sun not shade i dont sit in the shade. I like the sun.
Ancient shades closing in on my troubled mind. The crunching pins of ages converging on my self. My self? what is that?….Is your self but a shade? When we are dust and worms, what will ‘self’ be? memories? Loves? feelings? Are we only here for our time? or do our tendrils stretch in to infinity? Are we tired to should form other epochs? shades from the river of time? Drowned member of the continuum? It either doesn’t matter at all….or it matter more than you could ever know?….And I don’t think anyone knows the answer.
It was the middle of summer and we were waiting for my birthday, there was the slide before it had spiders inside it and beforei could climb using the holes on one entire side. We had two gigantic trees back then and they covered the entire backyard, which was huge then but I think if I were to see it now it wouldn’t be. It was cooler under them.
The shade of the rain was quite unusual, and I wondered if it would be accompanied by a different springtime scent, but nevertheless, it smelled the same, the same as the old rain, with the old shade.
it brings me coolness to the hot days the life that saves me away from the death of a burn to gives us the excuse to lie and watch it all go away
it’s cool and i can think. the grass is bright and i’m staring…i’m drifting into the vibrating center of my existance. i’m lulled into a stupor and the anxiety takes over…
love in the shade. there was that june afternoon, our first summer together. we lay down beneath the leaves, in the shade, the cool grass tickling our bare arms and legs. even today, i can feel the breath of the summer breeze along my bare skin, his lips on mine, our hands gentle, exploring, learning.
a shade of blue runs along my face
the window let it in
but the door wont show it out
i wish my world was so simple
just say no the door implores
the window laughs and says yes
do you get what you want as you deny
or do you get what you dont even know you want saying yes
YES
shade is nice on a hot day. shady character are the opposite. it could be the velvet cutain of your thoughts. i know it’s mine. the girl i love can only see my shadow.
I remember when I was a little girl there as a television show that played on CBS called “Evening Shade.” I find that much of my childhood memories are centered around shows like that, shows that made up that time between dinner and bed where we sat around like an actual family and laughed together. Those days go by quickly for everyone, I guess, because I always here people talk about the ‘good ole’ days.’ Those are gone for me.
its dark
and wicked
and black
LIKE ANIMAL
its like a leopard with spots
its black spots
are so shiny
like ANIMAL
its like a stripe
from a tiger
from cambodia
named fredrick
with a friend named cornelius the squirrel
LIKE ANIMAL
as they sit in the tree they eat an apple to an butter fly to the mammal say the frogg as you can see my name is p welder i can sing scrumptioefe
a shade of blue means you’ve experienced pain. a shade of green means you’ve experienced inferiority. a shade of black means you’ve experienced life to the end.
the shade of leafy trees filtering the summer sun – so much more than a blind or vinyl barrier, so free, so soft, so natural.
Lovely shade – the relief from the sun
the ghost of all past summer days floating down from the blue of sky
lying in the grass
lying in wait
Cool breezy. the place every one seeks refuge. the perfect place to sit and reflect on life… or something like it.
In that horrible, embarrassing, gut-wrenching moment when our eyes met across the crowded dining hall, I turned a darker shade of pink. I hope you know that really wasn’t supposed to happen.
I knew some people when I was a kid–they named their first daughter “phyrst” and their second daughter “shade.” They were burnt out from the 60s. My mom gave me a normal name. I wish she had been burnt out from the 60s, too. I like being different.
Okay.
is lovely. it provides coolness on a sunny day and rest for the weary. can also be evil and mean something demonic. idk, its a multi facited word, i think. ;D
She stood in the shadow of the cross. Only there could she really find the reality of what Christ had done for her, so many years ago. A man she had never know, and yet had changed her life so much. And just to be in the shade of this monument to Him, she could only stand in awe.
The shade of blue was just enthralling. The more I looked, the deeper it seemed to become. I don’t think I had even seen eyes of that color before hers. And I am certain it could not have been natural, much like the woman with whom I spoke.
As I was walking in the dark green woods I came across a willow tree. It cast shadows along the soft dirt floor and shaded me from the sun for a small moment. But the sun still beat down unwillingly to give me a break longer then a second.
The shade was so comforting in the summer heat. The day had seemed to get hotter by the minute until we found the rock overhang. Relaxing in the cool shadow this outcropping provided us was one step shy of heaven. The only thing that would have made it complete was a cold glass of water.
Darkness follows under the shade of a tree, moving a little at a moment throughout the day. So, it could be said that the Sun brings darkness with it, not so much chasing it away as throwing it willy-nilly all over the damned place. Thanks, Sun. We appreciate it.
In the shade of the oak tree, I sat and contemplated why you loved me. I came up empty. So incredibly empty. But it was in the shade of that same oak tree that I realized that I didn’t care why you did. I loved you too. And you leaned in to kiss me. There, in that shade.
the leaves all around were golden shades and she stood out wearing a scarlet dress. i never loved like i did at that moment. i was the happiest man alive and she was smiling just for me. the fall season of college was going to interesting….
the shade of my dreamland represented the clouds that rested around my mind concerning a few aspects of my life, but like everything else, time would bring air currents to carry them elsewhere, eventually.
I saw it. I saw it like I’d never seen anything before. The shade from the trees covered most of the light, but it still shone so bright through every branch and bristle. It felt like an exhilaration like nothing I’d ever felt.
Shifting shades of meaning whenever I blink. Staring at my thoughts, I can’t seem to focus– it all changes before I have the chance to soak it thoroughly in.
A shade can depend on a mood or color. Shades change how your feel how you think how you chose. The can brighten and dampen your day. Shades can be meaningless or important. They can affect you or they can be useless. The shade of how you feel is reflected on everything you do.
i want to lay in it. underneath tall oak trees. where i find rest.
i want to brush off the color of it on my cheeks. for i can’t believe i just….
I think of cypress trees in the south… cemeteries… the contrast of the bright sun against leaves… late afternoon… hide and seek in the shadows..
i love the shade. during the summer months, there is nothing i love more than to sit underneath a shade tree with a glass of ice water and a good book. of course, there are times when i want to be in the sun–gotta have a tan!–but overall, sitting in the shade during the summer is the best thing ever.
i love sitting under a large chestnut tree in the shade on asunny day… it reminds me of my youth when i used to play with my friends down by the river… i still think of those sunny days… and those tall tress heavy with leaves bowing over the slow flowing… river.