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Aug 1 · 368
eagle crown
Julia Aug 1
You are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
You crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:                              
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.
To my reader: you are full of beauty, and so is this world.
Jul 9 · 39
solicitude
Julia Jul 9
today I can’t get out of bed
so the poor cat will go unfed
all the plants will end up dead
tell the sun I want rain instead

don’t have the will to pack a bowl
or even decide on a tv show
and I know what you will say
but no it’s not ‘cause you’re away

I don’t need anyone but God
or at least that’s what I thought
now that community is gone
I see where God was all along

I need to eat but just can’t choose
I can’t go out, can’t tie my shoes
don’t wanna play; I know I’ll lose
instead I’ll scroll through /r/worldnews

instead I’ll post my poetry
it’s easy when you’re mean to me
heaven, hell, and earth make three
❣️
Jun 17 · 94
gardenstead
Julia Jun 17
Looking for a plan
to homestead with honey
You find the land
and I’ll bring the money.
Start with 8 hens and
then get a rooster.
Sunlight and dirt are
the best immune booster.
community grown
no, you won’t be alone
walkie talkies instead of upgraded iPhone.
remain lean and fit
use up every bit
for excellent compost mix in chickensh!t.
swale in the roots
of a filtering lily
irrigation to grow
what I’ll use in the chilli
weeds in the cracks
seeds in the snacks
a little help from the axe
and the *** makes us stacks.
And I’ll spin what I comb
from the fellows who roam
on the sod in the loam...
All we will need is
some land and some money,
a pocket of seed,
and true love for honey.
May 29 · 251
I can’t breathe.
Julia May 29
I love so hard
it’s not always pretty
so if you happen across me
on a day like this
just know your
lil struggler loves you
with all her heart.

pain, I mean real pain
spurs from loving devotion to God
and all of the People on this Earth
today’s challenges are necessary
for tomorrow’s Revolts
justice for George Floyd.
May 16 · 212
when it hurts so good
Julia May 16
my kind of therapy
is giving my all
to the ones that I love
my music
my garden
the river that feeds
my roots nutrients feeds
my soul poetry
May 16 · 57
when it hurts so bad
Julia May 16
sometimes I feel scared of you
like I haven't been there for you
my eyelids spiral it's been
                                                          he­avy

I care so much
I've been coping by rolling
a rock uphill
but maybe I should let it
                                                   drop

let livestock open their own eyes
to see through the wolves' disguise
find my kind and    mobilize

my pain closes the door
my muses don't visit anymore
I am disconnected from the core
radiation blankets Nature
pollination ceases
quarantiners get diseases
Apr 22 · 39
holy basil
Julia Apr 22
“American dream,” we all bleated.
You must be asleep to believe it.
I tried
my hardest
to be free.
Now no one alive can remember
having a choice in November.
If it counted
they wouldn’t
let you do it.
So they keep control of petroleum.
America runs on linoleum.
loaded
dough
I’m just a nut
Growing all my own medicinals,
hygienics, fabrics, nutritionals.
Just don’t
drink the water
from the tap.
happy Earth day everyone
Apr 19 · 98
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Julia Apr 19
Glorious amounts of melted chocolate
swirling swirling swirling

Globular deposits onto sliding sheets
shining shining shining

Guttural phonetics of the gooey frenzy
smacking smacking smacking

Let loose a symphony
Let fall the curtain
Intake the stimuli
Real is uncertain

Your mind is a toy
Inside folded parchment paper
That once it's unwrapped
You can never reglue
2016
Julia Apr 12
She was a crepe myrtle,
ancient and creaking in the wind
whom I loved very much,
and whom I indulged myself
to believe reciprocated my attachment.
An alien species,
she found herself an obliging home
years before I came along
to lodge in the building
whose occupancy expected that one mow
the backyard in which she blossomed.
And there she blossoms still,
within view of the kitchen window.
And tells me in the sweetest sways her memoirs most sorrowful.
Julia Apr 8
What did I ever do
to deserve a world where
avocados are underripe while they're overripe,
pens cede before their ink is spent,
rivers run dry, aquifers deplete?
What choice do I have
but to opt out of the technocratic misery,
overlorded by the Slither Circle,
to make my sways of the sun replete?

My country has a Military Complex
that fought wars over bananas.
My country prints Monsters on Money,
a desecrated spell to spill nature's blood
and use it in every commodity:
the ink, the encasements, the coatings,
the stains, the sealants, the wrappers,
even the food and medicine.

What did I do?
I ate. I wrote. I used.
It's not her fault, but she will always blame herself. All we can do is our best, and that's the best we can do. Much love to you all.
Apr 7 · 91
spider diaries
Julia Apr 7
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 30
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
May 2019 · 302
it's over, bobby
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
Apr 2019 · 110
Civil (four voices)
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
Apr 2019 · 393
hebeh
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
:)(:
Apr 2019 · 1.0k
monarch
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
Apr 2019 · 288
coming down
Julia Apr 2019
Every three blocks city people are moving
Did you bring the cassettes
There's room for one more desk
Every few cases a discarded chair
An evicted shoe rack
A blue and white stack
The cases crescendo with gems multiplying
And under the bridge a wind fairy is crying
September 2016
Seattle, WA
Apr 2019 · 1.2k
Witch Woods
Julia Apr 2019
Peering beyond the understory:
a Victorian *******
of square topiaries
white pavement
marbled fringe,
the visionary leaps
into the crisp chlorine
freezing in an iceblock
if she remains til she is grey.

But she crawls out
of this boxed madness,
emotional baggage
forcefully drilled into Her womb.
She emerges from a pond
in a wooded world remote
yet available to all who seek it.
An unsure path
to the cottage
where the witch works her wondrous magic
bringing birds and butterflies
to aid in potion incantations
She mows no lawns.
She knows the name of every leaf and berry.
She sows them in her sleep
thanks for reading :)
Feb 2019 · 178
s©am
Julia Feb 2019
i have an Uncle
he steals my money
he steals my ****
and burns it all
in front of me

i have an Uncle
who’s a misogynist and racist
a murderer and ******
a fascist and a terrorist
he stole my Fathers’ lands
he beats my Mother’s womb

he is addicted to white powder
black blood and green gold
he worships forces
to seize control
over every mind, body, and soul
my Uncle belongs in prison
but he owns those too
written on 10/19/18
Feb 2019 · 80
hi low
Julia Feb 2019
sometimes lately
i’ve been feeling
a little
             low
it’s not as though
i’m all            alone
i’ve just misplaced
some of my hope
but i can cope
with a little help from...
nope
i won’t although
the herb sounds superb
i would really prefer
some kind words
atightsqueeze
just for a moment
please
just let me hold it
i’m starting to notice
the ones who don’t know
$µ!f
instead i should focus
on where all my hope is
maybe a team
of spirits who dream
together we’ll seam
much stronger
so tl!b on your magnets
half of happy is sadness
i won’t feel this madness
much longer
for selene
Feb 2019 · 207
in between
Julia Feb 2019
i want to grow
i want to wake up tomorrow
and do something
find the dirt
clean the water
i want to have a job
like a cog in a machine
a single cell in a human being
this is life: an infinite screen
and God is Everything
in between
Feb 2019 · 185
low moment
Julia Feb 2019
goodnight my baby
in the morning maybe
i’ll feel a little bit better

sweet dreams my lover
alone under the cover
i dream we’re still together

i’ve no self control
i block u then troll
u with my camera roll

you bolden my chat
“i miss u” n all that
“so do the dog and cat”

that may be the case
but it doesn’t replace
issues you need to face

time to swallow your pills
you act like it kills
you to pay off your bills

goodnight my honey
in the morning your money
will disappear with the wind

when you wake upset
hungry, tired, and wet
my love will never rescind
Jan 2019 · 467
toobular
Julia Jan 2019
why does toothpaste come in tubes?
if you ask me, there are
too many tubes that don’t belong
shall i namE them?
you
feed
me
toothpaste
torpedos
now do You believe mE?
Nov 2018 · 180
Unknown
Julia Nov 2018
There's a demon that lives on my doorway. Each year he gets another bite. There's a skeleton standing there strangled. He hanged himself with a closet hook. There's a monster mash under the mattress with an army of paws I hope to clear. And every faint moaning and every dark drawer, the unseen, the unknown must be...
intro to bedroom sessions, my collection from 2016
Nov 2018 · 858
juicy
Julia Nov 2018
‘                 J
                 U
                  I
                 C
                 Y
           I’m more
   than a piece of apple
smothered in caramel
stabbed  by  a  stick
delicately drizzled
  rich with chocolate
   down the chin making
     your mouth sticky
Oct 2018 · 443
secret dream tincture
Julia Oct 2018
love, how is work
i made some **** pancakes
to my spotify workout playlist
now im tired and hungry
sick of this routine

Love, switch it up!
Do some yoga in the garden
sipping lime balm tea.
You can make tinctures out of ginger to soothe away your misery.

i will wait for this to pass
because i don’t want to wake
so why can’t i dream?

Dream of reading poetry in secret gardens
Make that garden
Keep that secret
in a shell from the ocean
Place that shell
by your bedside
Wake up by your dream...
Sep 2018 · 2.7k
oculus
Julia Sep 2018
Now
I
See
Them

Lost
In
Evident
Sight
Apr 2018 · 344
bedroom ellipses
Julia Apr 2018
In the morning
Frisky
Dancing around in
Bounds and leaps
...
In the evening
Pizza shame
Only seen by
90's cartoons
shorty and oldie, from a compilation called bedroom sessions
Mar 2018 · 269
remote control
Julia Mar 2018
Eject
Call Quits
snap
snap
We’re done
arguing

this is the point
nothing
is the best it could be

Do something!
click
it black

to discuss this love
on the wrong plane
invalidates urMessage

(close) your (eyes)
and send me strength
ArE()TheY()sHuT?

whisper without words
the murmurs that move me
emotional elixirs: the essence

love in purple
trust in blue
freedom in orange
color in white light
brown textures of the Earth
growing green

(NOW oPEN IT)
let love flow
into (your heart) out of
your spirit pouring endless energy
cAn YoU fEeL iT?

Touch It.
Physically touch your screen to make a rainbow.
And let It touch You.

Weep with Gaia
as Freya spills her amber tears
know all of the pain of humanity
embrace the primordial pain
and weep for all of It.

let every leaf sweep a way

Introduce Yourself
firmly fluid
heavily light
intriguingly familiar
to find everything
yaw taht

Are you OK?

I’m fine. Just go away.

How rude.

I guess I’m the sour grapes
of life.

Days of blue sky inside
blue walls
Hello
Infinite screens between me

You never read me.
No one wants to hear me.
It’s no fun to feel me.
And only I can heal me.
Mar 2018 · 351
Begonia mesoniana
Julia Mar 2018
if I could propagate
begonias
bright burgundies
would    F
        I
                            L
   ­­                L              my pages
if I could seed my sages
savor flavor
in my soils’ *****

baby read my mind
out LOUD
s
  l
        i
                    p them off your
                                          lip

quick tip:
a 3” snip and d  them in d
                         i                   r
                         p               i
                                             p
                                           s
line them
in white powder
beg them to           f
                       L      O      W    
                           e        r

cake is fake so take
your time to
dnuinw

the kids will be just fine

s                               e
    m                      l
                  i
you’re
       ­                                           a
                    ­                              l
                                 ­                 l
                                              ­    r
                                                  i
       ­                                           g
                    ­                              h
                                 ­                 t

i’m lost my (chain) of thought
cost too much i bought
cheap seeds
their screaming bleeds
bright burgundy
in my bed

i said
Indigo Snow come home
to set (me) free
lay me          to sleep



           down



                             W,I
                           delet
if you don’t get it then forget it so i don’t have to fking explain it. -ldr
Mar 2018 · 2.4k
Queen Witch
Julia Mar 2018
Everything you gave to him
you can call right back at whim.
Regardless of physical closeness
a summoned soul returns to her hostess.
Some sections sullied if abandoned
can bleed blackness where they landed.
If a cleansing seems worthwhile
you can try another style.
The soul’s appendices when spent
regenerate with love’s intent.
Hues of blue that softly scatter
soon can spectrum when we matter.
Keep on crying to dry your well;
keep on praying to bind your spell.
Never try to trick a fairy, because that **** will burn you from the inside out forever. Heaven and Hell are here on Earth.
Julia Feb 2018
The day Acorn met Apple
He stared smiling at her
And stardust formed overhead

The day Acorn fell for Apple’s core
He tore the viral spore
Feeding on her soul no more

He polished her up
Ripened her fruit
He sprouted her seeds

A tree grew inside her
Acorn grew right beside her

Believe me the ringing from their seedlings singing
Made breathing seem easy

Believe in things changing
for better or worse
I will always be right here

On pages made with sunlight
Inscripted under starlight
Ingested by the firelight

Remove the screen to see
sparkles in a stranger’s eyes

True love never dies
And is brought to life
When rainbows soar the skies
Feb 2018 · 272
glass love
Julia Feb 2018
I met someone
we had some fun
then we were done

he made me so happy I couldn’t write
he made me so happy I didn’t bite
he made me so hopeful I thought we might...

I met this man
whose daddy hand
could burn my sand

we stole each other’s shirts
kissed each other where it hurts
planted flowers in these dirts

repainted stained and tainted glass
gave each other words to pass
decided not to pay for class
alas...

sand falls through spaces
between fingers’ interlaces
wind blows it in our faces

we shared some time
body soul and mind
there is no rewind

I said things I didn’t mean
Across the darkness like a screen
Pages burned and turned the scene
Feb 2018 · 217
The escape
Julia Feb 2018
escape a blue speck
(life is) not what you expect
post-it® this isn’t real
Real is when two dots connect
when two lines intersect
3, 6, 9 interject
Real is two coils who convect
electromagnetism
Real is Life
That happened    how?
Nobody knows
          nobody here at least
answering these questions
i slip into darkenss (ice
can help with this)
i understand i don’t understand
a robot could understand better than i
but I’ve got a blue pen.
Jan 2018 · 4.0k
Strong
Julia Jan 2018
His strong arms
hold me close and tight
keeping me warm.

His strong arms
are raised up to fight
those wishing harm.

His strong arms
lift me high like I'm
a jar full of air.

His tender fingers
twist the tendrils in
my naked hair.

His face, his feet, his chest, his gut inside it
are Chakras he never hided
when we both decided

...to show each other
let go of our pasts
to grow in each other.

We each have the strengths the other lacks,
but how can we make space living on each other's backs?

His strong arms
tend me like
a living room.

His strong arm
sows seeds in
my bleeding womb.

His arms stronger than any enemy's of mine
cannot fight what they cannot find.

Demons he cannot see he cannot face,
so they will take me away from him without a trace.
Shoutout to my demon demolishing hunk of a future husband
Nov 2017 · 322
π, the symbol
Julia Nov 2017
loss of ego immortal wound
loss of possessions
greed
identity
bohemian hallways crumble
souls escape through backbends
spiders build webs
as Lucy learns to walk on legs

an eye is opening
showing us as one
becomes infinity
escapes zero
precedes the binary
in the absence of (time)
the crucial slit makes here/there
omnipupil primes the present

3 6 9 ...
5 8 13 ...
17 19 23 ...
everything you want
nothing how it seems
Nov 2017 · 222
autumn evening
Julia Nov 2017
stiffen
listen
moon beams glisten
bright blue beats
whistle mist in
swiftly sweeping heat

sweet sighs escape
tufts of dissipating hate
ice twinkled
spice sprinkled
pumpkin pies on plates
lakes glazed with skate scrapes

dusty bins clumped clumsily
comfort uncovered
memories rediscovered
two gloved lovers hovered
behind the bog’s fog
star song
symphony of doves
slipping into silence
Nov 2017 · 433
haikus in the tub on sunday
Julia Nov 2017
be a big bubble
burst with potential to pop
into the ether

trees want to grow leaves
leaves want to fall on lovers
who cry salty tears

oatmeal bath haikus
complicate caresses by
poison fingertips
Julia Nov 2017
Surround us in white light so that we may be your eternal servants of good
Temptation is pervasive as we remember what we should
Intend our curiosity
Empower creativity
Deliver us from evil
so we may live eternally
Amen
trying to use the divine tools the way I think They are showing me
Oct 2017 · 744
I should mention:
Julia Oct 2017
the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered,
patterned with perfect imperfections,
stained with painful expression of
rejection
dejection
reconnection
ingrained in the scattered reflection:
white light sliced into spectrum ascension,
the pension of attention.
Aug 2017 · 523
Quatrain
Julia Aug 2017
loneliness rains in my brain
someone strains a refrain
pain slain, I'm stained insane
daisy chains in my hurricaine mane
hip hop in the summer...be my undercover lover -ldr
Julia Aug 2017
Eyelashes
Bubbles
Sunglasses
Puddles
A glass of wine
A drop of sunshine
A shower
A flower
A sprinkle
A twinkle
Crystals
And fistfulls of crayons
Aug 2017 · 349
The Stupor and the Flame
Julia Aug 2017
Everyday drooling drones awaken
To a nation overtaken
By souls in stupor so mistaken
That the universe in space has shaken.

Dripping in sulfurous stench
Emerging men and women clench
Their nails into the typed trench
Climbing with the worded wrench.

Swirls of sullied slime and snot
Drooping down from Tyrant's lot
Unfurl as if we all forgot
Our Fathers' flames under the ***.

While high at an ungodly seat
Tyrant twitches from his feat.
Below the witches herd the heat
Into the house of white discrete.

Unmask the mighty majesty,
His hideous atrocity.
Yank yank, courageous cavalry,
For rebirth of humanity!
¡Sí se puede! ✊
Aug 2017 · 242
Quickie
Julia Aug 2017
I've got wines in my ***** and if you have the coins, I may let the pavement leave scars on my joints.
Aug 2017 · 318
The Yearn
Julia Aug 2017
Hanging out in my room, I'm alone and I'm naked
Sitting, wondering why you and I didn't make it
Every man in my life ends up being a fake kid
I've got a dark demon and never will shake it

Clicking poems out now slurping down some black coffee
Thinking I'll really do it, and nobody can't stop me
If they wanted me here, why did all of them drop me?
I'm salty and sweet, so you choked me with toffee

My abandonment itch is so easily triggered
With no dad and no brothers, my heart grew disfigured
Sweetest strawberry patch in all of the vineyard
Every vintner passed by never even considered

I love myself, know myself, truly am learning
This caustic behavior toward me is burning
I see stars when he mars battlescars I am earning
I am left bent and selfless, possessed by the yearning
August 25, 2017
11:00 am
Aug 2017 · 1.1k
Knuckles
Julia Aug 2017
My knuckles look like coke and roses
The winter bit them hard; they cracked
I **** on them; they bleed their noses
I fear they are forever chapped

My knuckles look like milk and lipstick
Dressed in cream and Vaseline
I'm oiled up so says the dipstick
With pink supreme silk gasoline

My knuckles look like wine and diamonds
I deck them out most everyday
They never mind the crime and violence
I keep them moist with Tanqueray

My knuckles look like snow and crowbar
They finally just had enough
I tried to run; I didn't go far
My knuckles, unlike me, are rough
I got into a fight with the curb on which I cry.
Aug 2017 · 322
Shade
Julia Aug 2017
I'm happiest alone in my blue room
When the new moon
Brings hymns from my blue muse

Curled up in my blue egg
Bought some new Keds
Now I'm spinning blue webs

You didn't mean to do this
But you really blue this
Turning everything so blueish

We may just be two fish
But I don't know who this
Swimming soul is who could do this

I dug up some blue blooms
To fill my blue bath with fumes
While my bottle consumes
these blue veins like reigns how the hurricaine looms

I don't want to play with you boy
This blue pen is my favorite toy
I'm a kind kitten who doesn't **** coy

You can kick me til I'm sick and then make me lick the wounds
And from far away I'll meow to you blue blue tunes
It never gets better; it gets familiar
Aug 2017 · 3.5k
Only Vice
Julia Aug 2017
Her only vice was that of ****** promiscuity
You couldn’t blame her—the girl had daddy issues,
Body issues, the blood red American 
bit her lip, and
hit a rip, then

flicked the tip

Don’t blame her she blamed herself enough, she
Popped, snapped, snorted, puffed, ******, squirted
A sweet escape hypodermically inserted
Straight to the               heart of Texas 
She had her lo               ng list of exes
Vices collect                   their dues.
If reading on a phone, please turn it sideways.
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