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Mar 11 · 39
what's that smell?
Julia Mar 11
we called home
me n all the neighbors
who still do **** it
made my daddy
and his daddy
obligatory consumers
from employees with degrees
in chemical engineering

now i live in the barrio
and all the pretty yellow lights
on the way to granma’s
went blue
through brown hue
bright light took my sight
taste of ****
placed on my tongue
i’m not done

from this moment
I will own Myself
a costume will not tell me
what my Gift is
or how to give it.
my progeny will have names
not numbers
with my presents
i can See the future
Written March 2021
Sep 2021 · 110
Anarchy in the USA
Julia Sep 2021
The Global Predator Class
has declared War on Humanity
has launched an attack
using the Economic Bioweapon
You Know what I’m saying is True
They want to Genocide You

I wish I was wrong
I wish I was crazy
I wish I was a normie like Y’all

You can look away
but you can no longer say
You didn’t Know

Seeds will Grow.

Call me a “radical”
call me an “insurrectionist”
call me a “conspiracy theorist”
call me a (LOL) “anarchist”

You don’t even know what those words mean.
Brainwashing Programming has been installed in Your Mind.
trigger - Trump
response - shutdown
You don’t even Real Eyes that it’s happening.

All to keep you distracted from the Truth:
The Nazis never lost.
MK Ultra never ended.
The WMDs are Fake.


The Whole World is Fake.
The Walls have Shattered.
Light pours in.
I walked into the Light
And hear is what I Saw...

a stream, children’s laughter, birds’ chatter
Nature and Humans in Harmony
a Culture cultivated
with Love and Dedication
and a Path
to Lead Me There…
Trust Love
Awaken Humanity
Feb 2021 · 367
Julia Feb 2021
tickle my roots
so i giggle and
jiggle my lymph.
dandelions thrive in crust
but i'm a prairie nymph.
my feet need
fluffy stuff like peat.
my leafs need
complete fairy rings
to hum the drumbeat
as the prairie sings.

how fortunate to meet
mycelium, come eat
where i sleep:
in Creatures' compost
replete with giggling
wigglers underneath
the brown and sticky
sticks betwixt
the Sun-fed sedges
on the edges
of the Forest.
(biology) A symbiotic relationship between the mycelium of a fungus and the roots of a plant.
Julia Feb 2021
of mowed
diamonds at the
neighborhood parks are
Vast            and           widE
my seeds need space
to become corn
on the cob
of course i wouldn't till up the actual baseball field, but there is so much field around the field outside the gate that we could use for growing food. contact me if you are in the Houston area and want to help.
Feb 2021 · 148
medicinal weed
Julia Feb 2021
blessed sting
i’m numb
with jubilation
a nettle found me
Feb 2021 · 171
a vigilante's seeds
Julia Feb 2021
a vigilante stepped to me
and said, “i’m on
a terrorist watch list.”
I trusted what he said was true.
i made him up.
he’s in a cult
that brainwashes people
to think for themselves.
he also gave me seeds,
enough to share.
a member of a self-appointed group of citizens who undertake law enforcement in their community without legal authority, typically because the legal agencies are thought to be inadequate.
Jan 2021 · 78
hi coo
Julia Jan 2021
you want quick poems
with obvious messages
I have just the one
Dec 2020 · 521
just a prayer
Julia Dec 2020
I Know I have strong spirit guides
I Call on Them with the Highest Intentions
I pray God shine a Light on this Dark Winter
Nov 2020 · 240
Julia Nov 2020
I can feel my brain cells dying
during government-sanctioned torture.
Dizzying debt left me lying
in a heap of steaming culture.

Forbidden from my friends, instead
I bonded with the roaches.
Free will proved a failure now
as Judgement Day approaches.

I tried to read the tiles,
wandered ‘round for miles.
I’m all wrung out of smiles,
but at least I have my piles.
Nov 2020 · 38
witch with a 'b'
Julia Nov 2020
It's a sorry existence
when you are using your Dark Gift
to send a plague after your own sister.

The Veil was thin
this past Blue Moon.
Did you think I wouldn't realize
exactly what that was?

Little red bumps
in clusters of three
on all of my creases and both of my cheeks.
Glass shattered like a heart.
And the truck won't start.

Just breathe. Be still.
Notice your own will.
The Answer is inside You.
I know you will find Yourself.
Everything you do, everything you say,
you say to Yourself.

That's why I had to do it.
No I didn't send it back threefold,
and you should know that.
I strengthened my protection,
and I included You.

I just have one more thing to say:
that witchcraft isn't for the weak-willed.
You won't learn anything from scrolling
through phishy websites hoping
I would think that this was cute.
Witch, you're due for a reboot.
Aug 2020 · 584
eagle crown
Julia Aug 2020
"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" 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
To my reader: you are full of beauty, and so is this world.
Jul 2020 · 101
Julia Jul 2020
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 2020 · 285
Julia Jun 2020
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 2020 · 364
I can’t breathe.
Julia May 2020
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 2020 · 271
when it hurts so good
Julia May 2020
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 2020 · 111
when it hurts so bad
Julia May 2020
sometimes I feel scared of you
like I haven't been there for you
my eyelids spiral it's been

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

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 2020 · 85
holy basil
Julia Apr 2020
“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.
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 2020 · 252
Julia Apr 2020
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
Apr 2020 · 225
ornamental tree industry
Julia Apr 2020
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 2020
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 2020 · 162
spider diaries
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 :)
Mar 2020 · 199
Permaculture: a diary entry
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
Aug 2019 · 51
Julia Aug 2019
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
May 2019 · 417
it's over, bobby
Julia May 2019
loving you is like
          ­                                l l
                         ­      h
a rock rolling u
or catching a f
                            l l
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 · 141
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 · 557
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 · 1.1k
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 · 556
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 · 163
iso need a title
Julia Apr 2019
i isolate myself
then say "i feel so isolated"

iso        late

iso don't want to be here

is everything okay?
is.every.thing . O.K.
is any thing ok?

have u herd the werd absurd?
people don’t like to read
so i seed weeds in their feed

so maybe then they’ll sea
weeds were feed all along
Joel is a male given name derived from יוֹאֵל Standard Hebrew, Yoʾel, Tiberian Hebrew, or Yôʾēl meaning "Yahu is god", "YHWH is God", or the modern translation "Yahweh Is God".
Apr 2019 · 1.4k
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 · 288
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 · 114
hi low
Julia Feb 2019
sometimes lately
i’ve been feeling
a little
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...
i won’t although
the herb sounds superb
i would really prefer
some kind words
just for a moment
just let me hold it
i’m starting to notice
the ones who don’t know
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 · 254
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 · 240
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 · 530
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?
now do You believe mE?
Nov 2018 · 219
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 · 926
Julia Nov 2018
‘                 J
           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 · 539
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
Julia Sep 2018

Apr 2018 · 402
bedroom ellipses
Julia Apr 2018
In the morning
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 · 385
remote control
Julia Mar 2018
Call Quits
We’re done

this is the point
is the best it could be

Do something!
it black

to discuss this love
on the wrong plane
invalidates urMessage

(close) your (eyes)
and send me strength

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

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
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 · 606
Begonia mesoniana
Julia Mar 2018
if I could propagate
bright burgundies
would    F
   ­­                L              my pages
if I could seed my sages
savor flavor
in my soils’ *****

baby read my mind
out LOUD
                    p them off your

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

cake is fake so take
your time to

the kids will be just fine

s                               e
    m                      l
       ­                                           a
                    ­                              l
                                 ­                 l
                                              ­    r
       ­                                           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


if you don’t get it then forget it so i don’t have to fking explain it. -ldr
Mar 2018 · 2.5k
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 · 338
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

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 · 314
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
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 · 4.3k
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 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 · 383
π, the symbol
Julia Nov 2017
loss of ego immortal wound
loss of possessions
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
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