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Jackie Walsh



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03 Mar 2001
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Hi everybody: I'm a guy who likes fashion and hopes to be a fashion writer.  I stumbled on this site accidentally, and fell in love with it. Since I joined, I have found  everyone to be fabulous--so accepting and non-judgmental. And that's been really special because it's not always been easy being a fashion-oriented boy who's into stuff girls like and isn't really very boyish.

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Published on: 07 Sep 2012 by jackie_walsh

Summer's End - a Poem

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This summer was very special for me. I worked at a theatre camp, lived at the shore, and I thought about falling in love for the first time. What more can I ask for? But as school resumes will it remain or all melt away?

                                        Summer’s End                                                                                      By Jackie WalshT
he days grow short, the nights come sooner, leaves darken and curl.The golden days are past in the best summer ever.Where did the time go? Does time really go anyplace?Does it “fly?” or does it just “pass?”We’re alone together one last time, but in my room not by the sea;the lavender walls imitate the blue skies, the sheets whiter than any sand.The smell is of city scents, not the Ocean’s clean salty tang.We lay together, hand in hand, skin touching and tingling,listening for the silence that can no longer be heard.Minutes go by without a word; or is it hours?The school bells in the distance startle us;two bells, different tones and different Autumn places,not the oneness of July and August but a September split so cruel.We lie together, legs entwined, hearts beating as one.I look at you my raven-haired love and kiss you fullyas summer heat returns for one last thrill of pleasure.My finger now an artist’s brush to inscribe on your chest a tattoo-- invisible but indelible--that speaks for us both.A heart enclosing the words “J&P – Summer 2012.”More felt than seen, but real nonetheless.As we kiss to honor the end of summer, storm clouds gather in the west.Are they simply autumn’s harbingers or do they bring the chill I feel?


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