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Julia 4d
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 13 · 33
Julia Apr 13
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 12 · 50
Julia Apr 12
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 10 · 50
coming down
Julia Apr 10
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 5 · 39
Julia Apr 5
ima fixit man
i could drill your piehole with
all my skillsaw skills
“the reason women don’t work in construction is that they don’t want to.”
-a fascist
Apr 1 · 77
Witch Woods
Julia Apr 1
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 ****.
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 :)
Mar 14 · 156
Deep Press
Julia Mar 14
Doesn’t back down
Eventually spreads
Presses on my brain
Reaches into my stomach
Elastic black putty
Sounds like doves crying
Slips me red pills
Ironically sunny outside
On the edge
Not a quitter
Mar 8 · 228
Julia Mar 8
Approach cautiously
Never ask too much
Xamine closely
Imagine holding me
Enjoy unconditionally
Try to understand
You’re doing so well
Feb 9 · 70
Julia Feb 9
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 ****

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 6 · 47
hi low
Julia Feb 6
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 5 · 101
in between
Julia Feb 5
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 3 · 94
low moment
Julia Feb 3
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 8 · 364
Julia Jan 8
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?
Jan 8 · 79
national emergency
Julia Jan 8
did u hear
what the president did this year?
and do u fear
that the ending is drawing near?

twin towers
now a blanket of dust
dead flowers
on the graves of the just

how many more
will they send off to war
for the right to explore
oil on foreign shore?

i’m not down anymore

i’m making a change
taking it upon Myself to rearrange
and i know they’ll call me strange
but knowledge is the most valuable exchange

soon we will all agree
that **** cheney
his head in shame
they brought our soldiers home just to replace them with drones.
Dec 2018 · 187
Julia Dec 2018
this Christmas
i will give my boo
an apple tattoo
on his heart

and we will start
to make a new life
through Winter’s strife
this New Year

everywhere i hear
all you need is love
i pray to God above
send some our way
i love you acorn honey
Nov 2018 · 110
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 · 432
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 · 349
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 ****** 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 · 1.2k
Julia Sep 2018

Aug 2018 · 256
Julia Aug 2018
we ate at a restaurant
we hung art on the wall
but we were no cleaner
because of it all
Apr 2018 · 253
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 · 156
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 · 55
Big Mistake
Julia Mar 2018
Check yourself
Bullying Bumble Bees
don’t even bother
Bitter as Black Beans
my elixirs of love
mixed tears
in purple
hate dissipates horrible
You never play
Mar 2018 · 201
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 · 899
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 **** are here on Earth.
Julia Mar 2018
i’m off to the south pole where it snows all year long
all this sunshine hurts my eyes
they break me when they make me act strong
why all the hysteria from goodbyes?

maybe i’ll return home with a new poem
understand whatever is whatever’s meant to be
if they can’t see then how can i show ‘em?
i close my eyes and realize i’m a tree

if you’re reading this then i have died
my demise makes no sense and neither does your birth
i can say with confidence i tried
to be the best i could while here on earth

chemicals angelicals and doors
tunnels on the wall beyond controls
they bring in goblins from the starbucks stores
and other bridges guarded by trolls

have you ever noticed something in the sky
that seemed odd and wasn’t there before?
governments believe they need to lie
one small white lie will surely lead to more

i don’t need to explain nor do i want
to burden you with secrets you can’t keep
discover for yourself or pass that blunt
not every eye will cleanse with tears they weep
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 fungal 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 · 194
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 · 138
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 · 1.4k
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 ***** 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 ****.

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 · 246
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
Nov 2017 · 180
autumn evening
Julia Nov 2017
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 · 361
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
Nov 2017 · 178
broken wing
Julia Nov 2017
I sing sweet, but
I’m broke as a little bird
fell from the nest
while mom was at work
and caught by a cat
who left me to die
frying on the sidewalk
with twitches and tweets
stay strong mis hermanas ✊
Oct 2017 · 664
I should mention:
Julia Oct 2017
the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered,
patterned with perfect imperfections,
stained with painful expression of
ingrained in the scattered reflection:
white light sliced into spectrum ascension,
the pension of attention.
Aug 2017 · 444
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 my undercover lover -ldr
Julia Aug 2017
A glass of wine
A drop of sunshine
A shower
A flower
A sprinkle
A twinkle
And fistfulls of crayons
Aug 2017 · 269
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 · 186
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 · 248
The Yearn
Julia Aug 2017
Hanging out in my room, I'm alone and I'm *****
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 · 718
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 · 2.1k
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.
Aug 2017 · 815
Julia Aug 2017
Sadness is like sipping sea drops drowning down the trench
Sadness is the stain of rain glazed moonbeams on a bench

Sadness is my soulmate; sadness she's my willing *****
Softly singing spirits sleep when sorrows are all spent
Learning to love myself through pain
Aug 2017 · 460
The Swim
Julia Aug 2017
I am swimming in a cup
Still warm but time is running up
The lid goes shut
The lights are off
I squeeze my knees
So I can fit

I am powder in a box
Next to Benjamin stuffed socks
Open the lid
Take me all in
Exhale, inhale
Now I'm inside

I am poison in a pool
You may drink; I'm always full
Go for a swim
Come take a dive
You drain your brain
To get me out
Nov 18, 2015
Aug 2017 · 254
Moon Daisy
Julia Aug 2017
Will you come play with me up in my daisy tree?
Isn't it crazy we feel so elated
Just know that I hate it when you have to go

And know that I'll lose you
As soon as I choose to
I'll be the loneliest soul you'll ever know
The sweetest **** to break your heart
And the bluest moon to ever glow
Billie on repeat, because he hurts me so sweet

— The End —