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Julia Apr 2020
The spider was not large who
interrupted my changing of the bed.
I startled to his jump. Quick
I darted to the kitchen,
rednose at my heels.
I grabbed a mason jar. When I
returned the spider had not moved.
My fear confined internally
and overpowered by innate love,
I adjusted the bed frame
so as to create sufficient space
for me to place the silicone embrace.
She jumped once more toward me.
I closed the lid and set her free outside
beside the beautyberry.
the end.
a snippet into my life in quarantine, thanks for reading :)
Julia Mar 2020
Assume the role of groundskeeper
entirely and entitledly. This is
your destiny: as a human
being your role is to care for
every plant, animal, and
fungus as your kin, for they
are the material that breeds us.
Permaculture is a simple tale:
Listen, and you will be told;
Ask, and you will be answered;
Play and you will be happy :)
Your propagations, transplants,
and seeds will grow,
flower, and reseed...
written Oct. 2, 2018
Julia Aug 2019
O
don’t resuscitate
it’s way too late
my mind collapsed
my soul relapsed

don’t rescue mission
from binary fission
i’ve got double vision
witch and magician

don’t be a hero
i’m down to zero
when Ben Shapiro
***** my ear hole

don’t waste your breath
there’s nothing left
i’m blind and deaf
ready for death
Julia May 2019
loving you is like
                                              far
          ­                                l l
                                    i
                         ­      h
                           p
a rock rolling u
or catching a f
                         a
                            l l
                                 e
                                     n
                                            star
just know that i tried

losing you is like
endless rain on a sunny day
st!ng!ng pain from the ultraviolet ray
destiny denied

if the world is made of
red and blue swipes
then why not just be
purple all of the time?

if i don't need love
or musical pipes
then you can find me
lost looking for rhyme

my baby never sang a song
to fix whatever might be wrong
you think your boxes have the key
but a quick coupler isn't me

loving you is like
a (myth) that never did exist
or a (woman) in this world trying to resist

losing you is like
learning i could fix myself with my own strong arms
turning fields of barren land into fertile farms

into the ease i'm free
so call me when you understand
how to please all of me
how to be more than just a boy-man

i'm glad it's over.
inspired by the song by Charlotte Dos Santos
Julia Apr 2019
My gun and guitar are never too far;
I wave the American flag.
My story is true as red white and blue;
You dam libs can be such a drag.


I talk really nice; I'm sculpted of ice
By chisels as forked as my tongue.
I just want a shot, some gold in the ***
They promised me when I was young.



Allow me the crass of a poet's bare ***;
I cannot believe what I see!
Take all my gold, not everything's sold;
You can't buy the fight out of me!



The only solution to this devolution
Is coming together in light.
United we stand; take everyone's hand,
and promise to love through the fight.
written early in 2017
Julia Apr 2019
half of us #relationshipgoals
half of us online dating
half of us :ps and lols
half in the comments hating

the other half soul decorum
the other half sniff and listen
the other half is all forum
the other half huggin kissin
:)(:
Julia Apr 2019
i’m figuring out my sway
how to center night and day
like the first steps of a trembling fawn
or the breaking of the dawn

i’m testing out my bpm
counting my minutes for Them
i’m getting licensed now
it’s the only way we know how

i’m deepening my roots
putting nicks in my new boots
i’m feeding from the gem
sacrificing zero femme

i’m reaching harvest soon
just in time for harvest moon
sweetest peaches tell
Him how to understand my spell
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