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"Sometimes, you need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and who you want to be."
"Sometimes, you need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and who you want to be."

You and I are the movie’s trailer,

the first lick of a dripping ice cream cone,

the first snow in winter.

We’re a beginning,

a preview of what could happen,

what would happen if our lives ever align. 

But for now, I’m satisfied with

serendipitous blurs of visits,
occasional tastes of our favorite tea,

and the hope that I’ll enjoy

a fresh pot of Earl Grey 

with you down this winding road.

Contemplating doing this one (and others) as spoken word.
Julia Rose
Julia Rose
Jan 21      Jan 22


More than anything else, I have to find me first; 
but I don’t want to forget you.

"Don’t worry, I’ll tell you until there are no more words to say.” 

You just shook your head. 

I tried to explain when I woke up this morning

just beneath the surface,

but I’d lost my ability to speak.

How strange.


I dreamt of my very being

keeping the city safe

up until the day it rained.


I finally understood that Love herself 
is a “four letter word”.

Well my darling,

I’ll have to forget me to know where I’ve gone. 

Open your eyes.


But now you’re gone, just a few days later, 

to keep us both alive.

I held out the matches with no real reason why.

Just go.

Just like that, I watch your head spin.

My fingers tingle, and I can breathe.


“How do you like it?” 

It's falling together.. 

I’d seen it since the beginning. 

Even so, I miss the days when things were simple.

September came and went with no evidence or new scars.


Nature can’t make up her mind about me either.

I still have the pictures to prove it.


The music is pure, but I barely notice.


It’s beautiful,

Getting hopelessly lost
until I can barely distinguish my own penmanship.”

I put this piece together by taking lines from all the poems I wrote in 2013. :)

When I was young,
     my mom braided my hair with purple ribbons
     every Sunday morning.
Her fingers trembled, tangled in my curls,
     but she kept braiding, twisting, tying
     until it was to her standard.
Nights like this, I miss her
     as I braid my own hair,
     And I can't achieve the perfection
Of those trembling fingers.

I write the endings first. The plot. The
destination-- but it changes
at some point in the middle.
After all, how could I
know where my writing
is headed when
I don't know
who I

Darling, I'm still learning to be brave
with the hole of your absence
festering in my gut
like the fresh wound it is.
But I'll get there.
They criticize, but they don't know
I have Courage in my collarbone,
Love on my lips,
and nothing to lose.

Need a new title.. Any suggestions?
Julia Rose
Julia Rose
Dec 18, 2013

But you have to realize
We're not a mistake,
A lapse in judgement,
Or a hiccup in time.
We're human.
And that's all we'll ever be.

Julia Rose
Julia Rose
Dec 18, 2013

And every now and then
feel your pulse and sway
to the rhythm of your heartbeat
because sometimes
you have to take those
failing tests
scraped-up knees
rejection letters
and broken hearts
and run with them

run hard and run fast

and don't you ever look back.

Inspired by a lyric that has been in my head for days, "Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you" from Coldplay's "Yellow"
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