summer
a seashell
a footprint in the sand
a house by the beach and dune grass
and running in a white sun dress with the wind in my hair
and sand or grass warm beneath my toes
then lunch on a porch
with salad and lemonade
and lastly
maybe fireworks late at night
Ali
what a bright summer it was. hand in hand we walked, neither giving a chance to talk. we laughed in the crisp, blue air. sand was cold and feet were bare. made so many memories which we caught on photographs but couldn’t catch the laughs that now echo my in my heart. how i long to sit with you on a summer day. hand in hand just you and me.
annum
last summer, you ruined my life.
you made me better.
you made me laugh.
you made me cry.
our little rendezvous in the back of the theater
was nothing to you, but everything to me.
sometimes i miss you.
but my overall feeling is “fuck you” (:
hot sweating, dreaming in the grass, chasing clouds, believe in endless summer fun, no school, awesome friends, crazy times, light breeze, pine trees and green leaves A breath of freshness, enjoy nature, go hiking, bbq outside, that’s the way it is. go do it, no holding back in the sunshine. laughing and running in the sprinkler.
mythandra
I miss summer. Last summer was one of the best summer breaks I had ever had. It was basically “infinite.” My 3 best friends and I would constantly hang out. And this was before all the drama and crazy irritating shit started happening. It was just us. Always together. Happy. And now it’s totally screwed up.
Shane Honkanen
Last night there was a boy who climbed through my window, and he smelled like cut grass and the ocean and he touched the window and it left a slippery smudge, and I looked through the smudge and the moon was distorted and my breath hitched.
a hot sunny day at the beach. my perfect summer had just began. i sat in my short skirt and lay on the cold sand that tingled between my toes. melted icecream soothed my throat and i let the wavs touch my body and cool it. aahh, the warmth. a summer which would give me the perfect tan i wanted.
annum
This summer I will be seeing my favorite childhood band: the Backstreet Boys. We’re spending tons of money to go from Minnesota to Chicago, IL just to see BSB. Yes, we’re serious. No, we’re not going to make fun. We truly love the Backstreet Boys. This is gonna be f-ing awesome!
I dreamed she told me times flies, for as summer light was gentle and warm winter never went…
Lauren
Summer. He usually hated it for the sun was always burning his skin and the heat made him crazy but that summer, then, was something different. Something special.
Ahh the bliss of summer. Warm rays of sun, beaming down and making your skin feel tingly. The cool breezes and the loud, booming thunderstorms that only happen this time of year. I do love summer – until it gets too hot. Then I retreat away into the dark coolness of my home, closing away the heat with dark curtains, basking in the blast of my 75F degree air conditioning. Ahh summer, will you join us again soon?
its just a warm feeling. the feeling lasts for a few months, and all inside of it is just happiness, warmth, joy, comfort. but once the last month ends, so does the happiness, warmth, joy, and comfort.
Courtney
In the summertime, when the weather is hot… Love, sun, sea, birds, butterflies… So adorable a season it is.
summer. what a wonderful time of the year, even though here the sun in burning, the tan you were hoping would get off in these two months only gets worse. it still ends up being the best time of the year. family and friends. quality time with no tension or stress. nothing to do. just a good time with those you love.
Nwas
sun, love, sea, relaxing. I just love summer. In the summer time when the weather is hot…
Tugba
i was in malaysia it was summer yay sorry bim still a g3 kid this sentance is not a good one please dont read it please 200 times bye
adlina
The summer’s night made it humid and stuffy. She opened a couple of her windows. a big breeze blew in and she felt the wind tear at her hair. It knocked over the porcelain elephant vase in the corner. It shattered on the parlor floor.
summmer funer lone john runner
may the force take whatever it needs to satisfy the beaches and the trees and let he who shall not cower inherit the jupiters love socks
fool me once, say it again and I will fool you zero
cor
Summer is the best time of the year, other than Christmas. Its the only time where I can do whatever I want to without being nagged by homework, school, or parents. I usually go play in the park or go swimming, but being an only child, I developed a strong anti-social thing, and I enjoy hanging out with myself, and not my friends, much to my parents dismay.
“Winter spring summer or falllll
all you’ve got to do is call”
the sun, beating down on your tan, shriveled body. Your hair growing increasingly lighter. The good times are made here. This is where the magic really happens. Where you learn to live, laugh and love all in one season. It’s truly a season of love. (cue music.)
Rachel O'Grady
The time of the year in which all of my happiest memories have derived from. Summer is the time in which one can feel the warmth of the sun on their bare skin, and remember that feeling distinctly.
Warm thick air. Fresh cut grass. Baseball. Snowcones. Swimming pools. The lake. The beach. Tan skin. Long jogs in the evening. Summer holds my most favorite things.
this is a time where you can just be. summer is for relaxing, swimming, late nights with friends, taking every moment in. its for summer jobs and you time. summer’s sunlight just takes you away and lets you reach a place of ultimate relaxation. here’s to that summer attitude that we all know we have.
Dara Orland
A time when friends sip tea and spend time relaxing in the sun. A time when happier and warmer memories come to mind. Not the sad and lonely memories of yesterday.
Haley Nicole
Pensacola, FL is one of my favorite places in the world. Pulling into the Pensacola Beach parking lot underneath the large beach ball and seeing the clear blue sky contrasted with the crystal blue water is one of the best moments I have all year. And the white sand!
summer
a seashell
a footprint in the sand
a house by the beach and dune grass
and running in a white sun dress with the wind in my hair
and sand or grass warm beneath my toes
then lunch on a porch
with salad and lemonade
and lastly
maybe fireworks late at night
what a bright summer it was. hand in hand we walked, neither giving a chance to talk. we laughed in the crisp, blue air. sand was cold and feet were bare. made so many memories which we caught on photographs but couldn’t catch the laughs that now echo my in my heart. how i long to sit with you on a summer day. hand in hand just you and me.
last summer, you ruined my life.
you made me better.
you made me laugh.
you made me cry.
our little rendezvous in the back of the theater
was nothing to you, but everything to me.
sometimes i miss you.
but my overall feeling is “fuck you” (:
hot sweating, dreaming in the grass, chasing clouds, believe in endless summer fun, no school, awesome friends, crazy times, light breeze, pine trees and green leaves A breath of freshness, enjoy nature, go hiking, bbq outside, that’s the way it is. go do it, no holding back in the sunshine. laughing and running in the sprinkler.
I miss summer. Last summer was one of the best summer breaks I had ever had. It was basically “infinite.” My 3 best friends and I would constantly hang out. And this was before all the drama and crazy irritating shit started happening. It was just us. Always together. Happy. And now it’s totally screwed up.
Last night there was a boy who climbed through my window, and he smelled like cut grass and the ocean and he touched the window and it left a slippery smudge, and I looked through the smudge and the moon was distorted and my breath hitched.
a hot sunny day at the beach. my perfect summer had just began. i sat in my short skirt and lay on the cold sand that tingled between my toes. melted icecream soothed my throat and i let the wavs touch my body and cool it. aahh, the warmth. a summer which would give me the perfect tan i wanted.
This summer I will be seeing my favorite childhood band: the Backstreet Boys. We’re spending tons of money to go from Minnesota to Chicago, IL just to see BSB. Yes, we’re serious. No, we’re not going to make fun. We truly love the Backstreet Boys. This is gonna be f-ing awesome!
I dreamed she told me times flies, for as summer light was gentle and warm winter never went…
Summer. He usually hated it for the sun was always burning his skin and the heat made him crazy but that summer, then, was something different. Something special.
Ahh the bliss of summer. Warm rays of sun, beaming down and making your skin feel tingly. The cool breezes and the loud, booming thunderstorms that only happen this time of year. I do love summer – until it gets too hot. Then I retreat away into the dark coolness of my home, closing away the heat with dark curtains, basking in the blast of my 75F degree air conditioning. Ahh summer, will you join us again soon?
its just a warm feeling. the feeling lasts for a few months, and all inside of it is just happiness, warmth, joy, comfort. but once the last month ends, so does the happiness, warmth, joy, and comfort.
In the summertime, when the weather is hot… Love, sun, sea, birds, butterflies… So adorable a season it is.
summer. what a wonderful time of the year, even though here the sun in burning, the tan you were hoping would get off in these two months only gets worse. it still ends up being the best time of the year. family and friends. quality time with no tension or stress. nothing to do. just a good time with those you love.
sun, love, sea, relaxing. I just love summer. In the summer time when the weather is hot…
i was in malaysia it was summer yay sorry bim still a g3 kid this sentance is not a good one please dont read it please 200 times bye
The summer’s night made it humid and stuffy. She opened a couple of her windows. a big breeze blew in and she felt the wind tear at her hair. It knocked over the porcelain elephant vase in the corner. It shattered on the parlor floor.
summmer funer lone john runner
may the force take whatever it needs to satisfy the beaches and the trees and let he who shall not cower inherit the jupiters love socks
fool me once, say it again and I will fool you zero
Summer is the best time of the year, other than Christmas. Its the only time where I can do whatever I want to without being nagged by homework, school, or parents. I usually go play in the park or go swimming, but being an only child, I developed a strong anti-social thing, and I enjoy hanging out with myself, and not my friends, much to my parents dismay.
“Winter spring summer or falllll
all you’ve got to do is call”
the sun, beating down on your tan, shriveled body. Your hair growing increasingly lighter. The good times are made here. This is where the magic really happens. Where you learn to live, laugh and love all in one season. It’s truly a season of love. (cue music.)
The time of the year in which all of my happiest memories have derived from. Summer is the time in which one can feel the warmth of the sun on their bare skin, and remember that feeling distinctly.
Warm thick air. Fresh cut grass. Baseball. Snowcones. Swimming pools. The lake. The beach. Tan skin. Long jogs in the evening. Summer holds my most favorite things.
this is a time where you can just be. summer is for relaxing, swimming, late nights with friends, taking every moment in. its for summer jobs and you time. summer’s sunlight just takes you away and lets you reach a place of ultimate relaxation. here’s to that summer attitude that we all know we have.
A time when friends sip tea and spend time relaxing in the sun. A time when happier and warmer memories come to mind. Not the sad and lonely memories of yesterday.
Pensacola, FL is one of my favorite places in the world. Pulling into the Pensacola Beach parking lot underneath the large beach ball and seeing the clear blue sky contrasted with the crystal blue water is one of the best moments I have all year. And the white sand!