Contributor: Summer Crandell

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Your warmth,
Feels similar to the Sun herself.
It wraps its welcoming arms around me.
And although you sometimes burn me, you keep me warm.
Its tone is that of a bumble bee.
Your wings hum a tune of rhythm and peace .
You bring my radical, racing heart to a rest,
but sometimes I can feel your sting.

I used to hate it though,
yellow;
hated how ugly it looked.
Even though it was everywhere, I never quite saw it,
or maybe,
I just never noticed it.

Since I’ve met you I now see it.
I see it everywhere.
I see its ecstatic golden smile on the face of an elderly woman.
I see its licked fingertips on crumpled pages,
on the book that’s never put down,
I see it in you.
How you describe it.
How it makes you feel.
I too feel how yellow makes you feel, however
You are my yellow.


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Summer Crandell is a firm believer in the “butterfly effect”, and believes that everything in life has a result larger than we can anticipate.

Contributor: Summer Crandell

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I am makeup, I bring a smile to everyone's faces,
But God only knows how addicted those around me can get.
I enhance the beauty of everyone I touch,
Yet for that very reason I have become exploited.

I am used as protection, to help cover a lovers accidental hit.
I am used to help others appear happy, despite shielding puffy eyes.
I am used as therapy for those who feel they need me, to look better to him.
I am used. But at least I am loved.

Despite my soft appearance, I often seem to be too much-
Especially to those who don’t know how to handle me properly.
So to those who are yet to explore how potent I can be,
Look before you take on too much.

Once a blank canvas, my touch can create art never before seen.
Though art can’t often reach everyone,
I am content with being appreciated deeply,
Instead of needing to be accepted widely.


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Summer Crandell is a firm believer in the “butterfly effect”, and believes that everything in life has a result larger than we can anticipate.