Name: Julia Birth Date: 09-26-90 Hobbies: Graphic Design, Peace, Art, Music, General Teenage Shit.
Wise.Words
If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me?
God only knows what i'd be without you.
I wanted to share all the work I have done in Poetry 1 and 2/3. I will be submitting these to come publishing places once I clean them up finally, so no stealing or else. :3 These are about a lot of things and people, but I make sure anonymity is upheld. Kthankenjoysbye.
Hand In Hand, Foot In Foot
In sleep we breathe like children, heavy and full of God.
Awake and now alive. Frets and chords itch underneath our fingers, and freckles pepper between our eyes. We make a puppet show. Where two star crossed socks slowly saunter, hand in hand foot in foot. I itch your mosquito bites, because you tell me stories from the North, where it snows in July and whales and birds make thunder in the night sky.
The days fold tightly into twilight, and we are clean again in sleep.
Like a baby in a white marble sink.
Cotton Ball Cannons
Your white hat with ten gold ships and a inky brim teeters on my head. My own blood speckled my shirt, because you hit my nose by accident during the mutiny. I swung from your bedpost with a cardboard tube to my eye, an enemy ship on the horizon. Hoist the sheets over the ocean of blue detergent. Laundry sails in laundry water. You will maroon yourself on the black canvas, and paint your north star navy. But my cotton ball cannon balls bombard your concentration. An umbrella cutlass ceases your creation.
Seeing Eye Dog
He put one finger on my nose, And told me my voice was a pineapple milkshake. I put the Capitan’s hat on his head and threw him a paintbrush, Ragged and chewed. He says his business hat makes him productive, I utter a snarky comment. He explored me on paper, Trying to draw my bagel chip toes. But I am brail, And he is not blind. And while we cannot pay out bills, Or settle on a proper dog name Flash, Arrow Poppy, Charlie He remember where I put my toothbrush, And think that I smell like a picnic for one
Brass Key & Thoughts You'd Like To See
What would it would sound like if the proverbial janitor opened our minds simultaneously with the ring of dull brass keys he fingers in his pocket
Right now, it's quiet. But remove the tips of our skulls and what would emit?
Would letters would pour out instead of slick red liquid? Burst fourth from every corner of open space like ten thousand angry bees.
What sonorous phrases would inch their way out of the fissured skulls like thick fat green caterpillars shouting "There was a time that she loved me" and "I hate who I am" Perhaps they would emit like wispy smoke from a brick chimney attached to a creme colored cottage Little puffs that whisper... I wish I wish I wish
Mine instead trudge about murmuring I wonder I wonder I wonder.
He put one finger on my nose And told me my voice was a pineapple milkshake I put the Capitan’s hat on his head, and threw him a back alley paintbrush Ragged and chewed He says his business hat makes him productive I utter a snarky comment He explored me on paper Trying to draw my bagel chip toes But I am brail And he is not blind And while we cannot pay out bills Or settle on a proper name Flash, Arrow Poppy or Charlie He remember where I put my toothbrush And think that I smell like a picnic for one
I am taking a break from poetry and fanciful writing. I am still in school in the south, and lately I have come to realize that I love it so much here. Money is becoming an issue and I cannot stay here for more than this year which is heartbreaking to me. I spent so much time first quarter wishing I was home and now I realize that this is my home. My friends down here are more wonderful than I could ever ask for. I have met a very special man down here, he makes me so very happy and I care for him very much. I decided that I spent too long being unhappy and wallowing in self pity and wondering what I did wrong, and then it came to me that I did nothing wrong, it was just the wrong situation for me. A new situation found me, and it seems to be the right one for me. No catches. No sacrifices. No unhappiness. No conditions. That's all I am going to say about that because there has been a rise in very petty people lately. Who would have thought. For the record. I don't have a job right now. Any sort of job *cough*. (Wtf.) I wish I did, because there is a sweet little perfume shop that I want to work at, but they are not hiring at the moment because every art student needs a job. I am trying to locate scholarship money to fund one more year here. Teaching is what I have decided to do, I am aiming for pre-k and kindergarten because I cannot see myself with any other age group. The weather here is glorious, 80 degrees and sunny. What is especially cool is my ability to get dressed up nice and my certain someone and I will go out and walk around the town and go to the park and sit under the magnolia trees and watch the bird fly by and the leaves flutter. The magnolia trees in spring are like god's fingers. My drawing is improving, I am thinking of taking life drawing classes but I am kinda of shy to draw nude people. I did it once and I was too focused on drawing the curves and lines that I forgot I was drawing a breast lol. Being independent is so nice, I can come and go as I please and It's my responsibility to take care of everything like food and house supplies and laundry. I love feeling like mommy. That's what convinced me to teach younger children. Walking in the city with my ipod is so relaxing, it's fun to pretend I am the star in some indie movie and they are tracking every little moment I make and glorifying every flutter of my dress or eyelashes. Music is amazing. I went to church today and sat in the pews and just talked to who ever was listening to me in my head, I have had such a better understanding of my faith since I have been with my new someone, he reassures me that having faith is important and that it should be a part of my life. Poetry classes have helped my writing improve and eventually I will put it all on here, it just is a lot of work :P It's just been such a long time since I have felt happy like this, and I missed it. It's like colours are more vibrant, and I can do things by myself and still feel happy. Life is too short to miss a second or worse, waste a second being unhappy so I decided that I am not per say "eliminating," but more of distancing myself from things and people who made me unhappy or hassled me. I am not allowing anyone to walk all over me anymore. It's a new idea, but I think I realized that I don't have to put up with people's crap. It's amazing. A revalation. For those who are happy people and make me happy and are happy to be around me, I thank you. You're what the world is all about. The thing you have to ask yourself when you're reading this is if you are one of those people who are happy and make me happy. If you're not. Why? Why would you both trying to make me unhappy? Seems like a lot of effort for something that is not productive. Instead I encourage you to read or draw or write a story or just look in the mirror. Self actualization is the first step to happiness. You have to love yourself to be loved.
You are asleep on my leg It is barely five minutes past midnight If you were awake I would have told you that you are an old man but your chest is rising up and down heavily and a heart is rapidly pulsing in your hulking neck But your face was wiped of daily stress and you are like a child again. I brush my fingers through your tangled doe mane and let my fingers embrace the stubble that protrudes from your cheek You carried my groceries I almost protested and said I was strong enough to do it myself I didn't need a man to do it for me But then you smiled and your hands brushed mine while you almost forcibly took the slippery plastic bags from underneath my hip It was like a stun gun to my neck I just followed you downstairs like a sheep under a crook At my door you shook my hand and each finger felt like a freshly rosined bowstring placed upon a plucked string Your lips moved and you said your name, but it was lost in translation Shot down by cornflower blue eyes, more intent on dazzling me than your mouth And then you were gone Like a shadow in the corner of your eye Unreal, unobtainable A month passed and I quietly ate my very public cereal The seat next to me became filled and cornflower eyes broke my personal bubble again You were his brother You were her friend You were my bag boy and now you're in my bed
[Preface:] these are from my journal, they are not whole poems, just emptying of overcrowded thoughts that one day I will craftily sew into some quilted formation.
[empty your thoughts now]
You'll come back I know you will Dragging your over sized body across the ground You'll fall at my feet I'll be some ironic proverbial Jesus
I would write about you till my nails fell off
Broken chewing gum shoestrings Silk buttons of faux pearls Your lips drip beautiful verbs A thunderous voice that rattles my piano key ribs You have kinds lips of smoke & veins
Girls always look so angry Pursed lips and smeared lipstick Caked makeup & over-processed hair Frown lines, not laugh-lines Brooding over some wrong done to them Soften your eyes Un-purse your lips You are not as fat as you think
I wanted to share all the work I have done in Poetry 1 and 2/3. 
I am taking a break from poetry and fanciful writing. 
You are asleep on my leg