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The Last Night in July I think

The Last Night in July

(I think)
by Evelyn Aimarie

It is the last night in July
(I think)
And this pink Moscato tastes like you.

Memories dance to the sound of crickets chirping,
Their legs rubbing bottle brush bristles
against my brain,
Scratching an itch I didn’t know I had.

I think I will call it—
Childhood,
Memory?

Lightning bugs rave in succession,
Primordial neighbor to the procession.

Release.

The

When I Think About You My Heart Flutters

When I think about you my heart flutters,
A hush like wind through evening shutters—
Soft and sudden, tender-sweet,
The pulse beneath my thoughts and feet.

Beauty and books, how close they lie,
Like stars that lean in to kiss the sky.
Wisdom and knowledge, gently sewn
From seeds the same wild tree has grown.

I’ve seen your gaze in candlelight,
Like dawn that

oh yes i think

I think I shall - oh yes, I shall
put you to words in books, et al
and share my scoundrel’s rationale
with those of impish-like morale
but pray you beg me love -
your coquette kiss, thereof …

       (oh yes, I think I shall)

I think I will - oh yes, I will
make sure,

I think I'm heartbroken

"Mummy says now that my heart is broken, nothing will ever hurt me as much again" The Poet.
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Fir trees along the road, showing the way.
There's a log cabin, for us to stay. 

Daddy built our house by a big fir tree.
A loving place for he, mummy and me.

Mountain country, cozy fires to keep warm,
Wild flowers,

From time to time, I think I'm right about mistakes

From time to time, I think I'm right about mistakes,
And I dismiss any other speculation, a scattering of thoughts in the wind.
I don't know what anything is, but it's precisely this unknown that frees me,
For freedom comes not from seeking answers, but from living in the question.
On the other hand, there's nothing wrong with me,

I THINK I'M SINKING

I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.

I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.

I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits

I THINK TOO MUCH

I THINK TOO MUCH

I think too much of what has been
I should let my heart rule the day
And treat it as a movie scene
I think too much

I’d let those thoughts just blow away
Nor ever work out what they mean
Keep a settled mind, some might say

A sharp edged blade may be too keen
But still cuts deep,

I Think I'm Going to Cry

Oh, if I could see once more
a gumball machine in a grocery store.
Alas, these days, I never do see any,
although, they only cost a penny -
and, then I'd like to take a ride
on a little coin operated car outside.

I Salivate as I think about My Favorite Cakes

german chocolate cake with coconut frosting
cherry jello punch cake with whipped cream
champagne cake with seven-minute-icing on my birthday
three-layered lemon cake with almond filling
I salivate as I think about these lovely delights

I think my boyfriend's Gay

The way he gazes at the moon, 
Doesn't quite feel right; every day he has a different tune. 
I envy his starlight, the perfect fit for a groom  
The kind that doesn't find a reason to fight

With much passion, I was drawn by his spiritual side, 
Putting on a show with his flamboyant stride

I think something inside don’t work right

Those greyed pink strands
That trickle with a crackle
As neurons motor there their weigh

That Brian that named itself

I gave the voices in my head their own costumes

Some synapses may have snap
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…………………………………..e
…………………………………..d

Some people don’t have an inner voice
I think I got their share

Some just grunt
Not the day to ask how I am
Some whisper tirades of alarms
Some plot

I Think

Cogito, ergo sum

I think, therefore I am
Rene Descartes

I don’t think~ therefore I am not!
Non puto, non sum
Oliver Mckeithan

Ever Effervescent -come, shine of the morning dew-

Our words hushed within the requiem of dusk
Within sorrowful nights come wistful days
And o'er the saints and their haunting gaze
A shade, one more
A day foretold
My heart at peace, at tender brow
What's dark and bright
Comes day and night
The morning dew mellows 
At the barron's implore.

I Think We've Won

Headlight humanity; 
The cherry-red brake lights,
Becoming florid totality with the things your eyes do to them.
                                       You

i think about you not thinking about me

i cannot hide that i still think of you
a short romance you felt, but did not understand
you tell everyone what you never told me
ignoring what you did
hearing what you said
in those desperate attempts to wrap it all up into words
you trapped us
writing it off as confusion
forcing a conclusion
but I know it was there

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