Day 2! Wow, this poem is... blah. I'm going to try to post everyday, but don't expect any of these poems to be good. Also, not really sticking with the theme again, but I did mention August...

daze

sometimes i can't 

think

my mind

is green 

stagnant swamp

water in an

august high,

teeming with

mosquitoes and

drooping

eyelids 

~~~~~

Author's Note: Did I use a lot of breaks in between lines to make this poem seem longer? Pfft, no... 

Summer used to be

swimming at that one lake,

where there were seldom

very many people

where there were no swim tests

or people telling you couldn't swim past

a certain area if

you hadn't passed one.

But now that's different,

now I have to be tested to swim

in a lake that

I have been swimming in for

years and years.

Summer used to be sitting

roasting marshmallows

as they sun set

on the ocean behind us,

telling stories or,

in my case, just

listening to the sound of others talking,

staring into the flames, mesmerized

by the undulating tongues

and rhythm of voices and

waves lapping at the sand

the scent of smoke hovering in the air.

But now we aren't going there,

to that one beach with the

same logs that were there

years before,

years and years.

And as I write this

my face is sunburned

from swimming in

a different lake,

and my hair messy and dirty

because of reasons other than

that I have been camping for the past

few days, where we have been going for

years and years. 

For once I am 

perfectly contented

with the friendship of others close around.

With their laughs and smiles I can forget

your laugh and smile

and I can imagine you with us

clad in your angel's wings

smiling in the heat of the summer

perfectly contented. 

Here's one for warlike art

swordpoint~

it is absolutely key in a duel of any 

sport to have your weapon of choice 

functioning at all times, because no one

truly has a death wish no matter what they 

say but sometimes my weapons fail me 

held at sword point i open my mouth and nothing

comes out, it's nearly impossible to defend with 

nothing in your arsenal, words come flying at me

with razor pointed edges and i can't seem to get my

shield up  

The heat is a blanket

covering, oppressing, swaddling

numbs the mind and dulls the senses.

Insensate, it smothers my face and enters my body

filling my lungs with dragon's fire

The heat covers and does not let up. 

Ok, this is for yesterday since I didn't get a chance to post. I consider it one of my better poems. It's supposed to be to Summer from Winter's POV. 

Dear Summer~

I know we are

Polar

Opposites

But I think that

I have been

the cold one. 

I freeze

And

You thaw

When autumn passes

I take my leave

Covering things in

Frost

And snow,

So beautiful

Yet so deadly.

I freeze

Tree branches

Leaves

Grass

Water

All

Ice now. 

I create snow

Beauty

Frost dragons 

On windows. 

I am the reason for

Ice skating

Snowmen

And hot cocoa

I am the reason for 

Stories by the fire

Warm blankets

And sledding. 

And yet

They make me seem

Like the bad guy. 

I guess for them

I am nothing

In comparison 

To you. 

When spring passes,

You 

Take the grass

Making it green

You grow the trees

Blow the water

Make the sun shine. 

You make the days bright

Giving them reason

To cool off

You make

Plants grow

Gardens grow

So they can eat fresh watermelon

By the lake. 

You are the reason for 

Sand castles

Beach days

And

Roasting s'mores. 

You are the reason for

Swimming pools

Gardening

And

Running through the sprinkler. 

I guess

I've never liked

Hot weather.

But I think

Deep down

I've always loved you. 

I originally titled this porch lights & fireflies but I'm thinking that I need a new title

summer nights i find myself wandering

because without school on my mind, 

everything else spirals, spirals, i'm falling

down a rabbit hole but i can't see the top 

anymore, no light but i can barely make out

shadows of ideas i thought were long gone 

partially forgotten lost to the depths of my 

fusiform gyrus but some mysterious anchor

has fished them out perhaps they were 

magnetized somehow drawn to the top by 

way of longing for light 

summer nights i find myself wandering

because someone told me that fresh air 

works wonders for troubled and/or 

anxious minds i think they were referring 

to both in my case but i'm here now standing 

on my porch steps my shadow is elongated by

bright porch lights motion sensors they know 

i'm going providing some light in this smudged

gray darkness i have a flashlight but i probably 

won't need it because i'm not afraid of the dark 

but i like telling people that i am because fitting 

in is rather essential 

summer nights i find myself wandering 

but too often i find myself lost