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I love the 4th of July because there’s fireworks, beer, and family and friends. It’s so great to be able to just take a day and celebrate something we all have in common for once. We love America. July food is good too…wings, watermelon, beer, chicken, BBQ!
By Erica on 12.07.2012
It was fourth of july when we met. The fireworks were painting the dark sky while we said our first words to each other. Do you remember?
By Pandora URL on 12.07.2012
It was July. Oh a fateful month! we didn’t really know each other anymore, you and I. The winter had done away with that. we moved away from each other like a child moves away from a favorite toy, slowly, without realizing it. I’m sorry.
By hayden on 12.07.2012
it’s one of our hot july nights. we danced under the starlight. smiling and having a good time. i wore my nice sundress and you’re in shorts and a polo. we dance the night away together. we have nice cold watermelon together. our summer night in july.
By kathpine98 URL on 12.07.2012
July, an incredibly hot, draining month but quite possibly one of the better months. In July it is more relaxed. Time seems to go by slower if for no other reason than the heat slows everyone down. In July I don’t dread the end of the year or the twinkling of holiday lights that remind me of sorrow. Instead, in July, I’m filled with a lightness. July is definitely a better month. Too bad every month isn’t like July.
By Caitlin on 12.07.2012
hot sun on my skin. sweet days with the one i love. happy times . loving moments. cool waters. blue skies. night stars twinkling.
By page on 12.07.2012
It was a hot July afternoon when I first met you. I saw you sitting on the park bench watching whom I assumed to be your little sister sitting in the sand with a few other children and you couldn’t help but smile. You were the most amazing thing I’d ever seen.
By SomeRandomGirl on 12.07.2012
A time of birthday’s, of fake Christmases and the buying of winter coats. In other parts of the world, everyone’s getting their suntan, yet in the hole where I live, we are rugging up like grizzly bears in winter.
By kate on 12.07.2012
This year’s July has been one of the best of my life. I turned 18 this year and i have gotten much more independent. I feel so young yet so old. Its very frustrating. nevertheless I had the time of my life last summer. I had a job as a lifeguard and i was making big bank. Also I dated the most interesting MAN i’ve ever dated. Sometimes i think he might be too emotional for my insensitive tendencies. But he is very understanding of my personality and that is the reason why he fell in love with me, so he doesn’t complain about it. Which is the reason why i fell in love back. I dont know much about love. Maybe it has something to do with what they call “summer love” but i think it strange that this topic swerved from July to him.
By Zulma on 12.07.2012
July is now a sad month for my family. My brother in law was killed that month in a car accident. It just goes to show you, you never know what a day will bring.
By marylou wynegar URL on 12.07.2012
It was the fourth of July. Everyone was staring in awe at the fireworks. Little girls were screaming as they ran around with sparklers. No one could hear my scream from only fifty feet away. I might as well have been in an empty, dark corner of an alley–it would have had the same outcome either way.
By Rena URL on 12.07.2012
Oh July, the name that brought me no joy until I found someone to convey your goodness. Oh July, better than June, and lovelier than August, and better yet than all the months, and why is it so? It’s because there’s an individual that bears your name and does it good.
By creepestbloom URL on 12.07.2012
You’ve ruined this for me. You are the reason I hate July. I can’t enjoy the fourth without these suppressed memories bubbling up out of me. I hate looking back, but it always happens. I don’t want to see your face every again. You ruined our friendship and your actions burned other bridges me. I know who you truly are.
By jlynne URL on 12.07.2012
hot summer day. it makes me feel great. summer love. Its a time to be free and have fun. to enjoy life and the heat.swimming and ice tea. time of endearment. I love july. it is so much fun. hot but fun. tank top and shorts. HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
By Jordan Stemple on 12.07.2012
The sticky July heat pulled at my skin, sweat stuck my shirt to my back. I withered at the thought that August was yet to come.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 12.07.2012
I can’t wait for the sun, plenty of time to run away with you, I can’t wait to be done, I’ve been waiting all my life to be free. Fourth of July is my Independence Day..
By Hannah on 12.07.2012
July is my least favourite month. It’s hot, and it’s humid, and things always seem hotter than they really are.
Like us. I thought we were on fire. I thought we could go somewhere. I thought things would work out for us, that we could take what we had and make it into something lasting.
Instead, July was the beginning of the end.
By spazzycorn URL on 12.07.2012
Can you hear it? The booming, can you feel it in your chest. I can see the lust in your eyes. And it’s okkay cause all I wanna do is get lost with you. So come with me today, this day in July and we can leave these fireworks behind.
It was hot and you were sweating but we walked close anyways. We only had a couple more months together and I was not up for wasting a second of it. “What do you want to do?” you asked lazily, staring into my eyes. I stared at you, captivated, and smiled. “Be with you.” You looked distant for a moment and then told me to go and get tea while you found something for us to do. You walked hastily away, and that is the last i ever saw of you.
By Brianna on 12.07.2012
july is a summers day
the time we spent together
long summer nights
walking on the beach late at night
tanktops and shorts
By Jordan URL on 12.07.2012
In the middle of winter, all I could think about was July. Because I’m the kind of person who always longs for the grass that’s greener. And when everything was dead, with no snow, and and everyone was tired and hopeless and worries, I kind of needed some sun and a popsicle.
By julia URL on 12.07.2012
july is a month in which i often become nostalgic. for the things i have lost, and for those i do not have yet. in july, i begin to recall all i have done before, and think of what i will do in the near future. for these things, i am both grateful and distressed.
By Juliette on 12.07.2012
never enogh time this month is a lie after i came up one a litlle later i need new words dsdsdsfds
By SOPHIE SCHWABACHER on 12.07.2012
july july july july
it never seemed so
it never seemed so
it never seemed so, so strange
with sunlight spilling in my window
and i itch to just let go
of all my thoughts and feelings
By Julia URL on 12.07.2012
It’s so hot, hot enough to make me feel weak and uncomfortable, but I gain my comfort the longer I gaze into your eyes. The luminescent blue reps into my soul as it floats away into pure bliss.
By Eris on 12.07.2012
That one month of the year where all you wanna do is go swimming. Whether its at the fresh, saltwater beach, or in your own pool in the backyard. You dive under the water, expecting to emerge into a whole different world, a world that’s not as HOT.
A world without mosquitoes would be even nicer.
By Jonathan on 12.07.2012
The bright blue sky of July made me think of sticking my toes into the warm soil of the farm and laying back to stare at the clouds that mocked us earthlings sweltering in the hot, still air by skimming over the rim of the world. Alas, I was in the concrete jungle, not a patch of free dirt to be found.
By Megan URL on 12.07.2012
July is hot. It’s not so fun if you can’t swim, but it’s not so bad, because you’re one summer break, and there’s Independence day.
By Senya20 URL on 12.07.2012
i first heard it in my head as joolie. nope. it’s july lol. i think it was weird to see it not capitalized. threw me off. but july. good month. summer. makes me think of fun, freedom. my birthday. is in august. but close enough eh. my friends middle name is june. also close.
By allie on 12.07.2012
July. That one month of the year where all you wanna do is go swimming. Whether its in the fresh-smelling, seaweed-full saltwater ocean or your own pool just a few twenty or so feet from your back door. You dive or run into the water, hoping and expecting to emerge into a new world, a world hopefully not as HOT.
A world without mosquitoes would be nice as well.
By Jonathan URL on 12.07.2012
July is a beautiful month. The sky is beautiful and the flowers are a nice sight too. Two of my friends’ birthdays are also in July. I like noth of those people for the most part. July is a nice time also because it is not close to the beginning of the summer and it is also not to close to the end of summer.
By Shiv on 12.07.2012
On that hot july summer Angela sat on the wooden porch gazing at the evening sky. Would he be thinking about her? How could she ever forget him. His very smell of leather and oranges remained fresh in her nostrils. She loved him so very much.
By Kim on 12.07.2012
4th of July.
They sky was lit up, explosions of colour erupting above the shimmering harbour, spectators watching in awe. After a years work of preparing masterpieces, finally, the work paid off.
Loud thundering booms rang in everyones ears, and the fireworks blazed among the stars.
By Phoebe URL on 12.07.2012
Hot. camps in the summer partys fire works bbq happiness 1 full summer break month sleepig
By Deja on 12.07.2012
July is my birthday month. I love July. Even though winter is my favorite season (maybe autumn; I’m not sure), July is my favorite month. I love my birthday. Not because of the gifts, but because I just feel like everything is great and I’m happy and everyone else is happy. I love seeing my friends on my birthday. I love my friends. Friends are so great, aren’t they? Even though sometimes I like being alone, the other times I want to be with my friends. They’re great. I already said that. I love hanging out with my friends. I wish we’d do it more often. I wish we’d go to someone’s house every week to do things. When we usually all get together, it’s for a party. It doesn’t need to be a party, though. It’s just hanging out. God. Why don’t we do that? Why don’t we listen to music and just have fun? I don’t know. It seems great. Yet maybe it would be less valuable, the time we spend together. It’s like inflation, if that makes sense. Money. I love money. I wish I had more. It’s not like I need it to be ultimately happy, though. It doesn’t dictate my mood. Who doesn’t want money? We all want money. We all want it to buy things. I’m bored with this topic now. I can’t do anything with it.
By Luke Maguire URL on 12.07.2012
July. I now realize that’s when it will be. My life was going to change, or rather, my death was. I only have seven months to live, that is until July. Why can’t they find a way to cure me? Why can’t they find a way to cure everyone from everything? It’s all so unfair.
By Outsider URL on 12.07.2012
It’s hot, it’s sticky. There’s mosquitoes and bugs but it’s the best time of year. Summer’s here and school is out, the waves of the ocean tickle our feet and the sand filters between our toes. It’s amazing, it’s lively, it’s the best time of our lives. Don’t forget, don’t let go. Enjoy the month for all it has to show. It’s the perfect time of year.
By Jessica on 12.07.2012
july the 1st is the day i got bored. I wondered if I could do anything, I mean I know it was the first day of the month and I was supposed to be pinching and punching everyone, but really I just couldn’t be bothered. July the 1st is the day I got really, really bored. So what did I do?
i raped a child.
By lily URL on 12.07.2012
July was a month of dry whiskey and cherries in a basket. Popping the sweetness between my teeth one by one and kissing you with the juice still floating behind my tongue. The roses peeking from their sleepy leafy eyelids, cropped up around my aunt’s backyard.
Your fingers were sticky from fruit and lemonade, but you wouldn’t let go of my hand. I felt my legs ache as I stood up. You helped me walk.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 12.07.2012
The middle of summer.
Bare feet, dry grass
late summer flowers
the ones that can stand the heat
family and swimming holes
By dcurt on 12.07.2012
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