Jules

Jules Jul 2020

What are you craving? That hunger, deep in your mind... Does it beg for the demons to come out and play or does it want to stow them away with the sight of smoke. Will smoke be enough to shove them back when the hunger comes from the wolf guarding the door, chewing on a cigarette, ashing on the floors in your mansion mind? They see that smoke all day and night, but still they try to escape the depths of the basement... I think I've found the best way to lock the demons up is with a pen and a piece of paper. Let them out for them to speak their mind on that paper and see how long it takes them to come back out.

Jules Jul 2020

Snakes

"Your family should like me, I'm not like everyone else."
"Oh sweetie. As much as I wanna believe that, I've heard honey drip off the tongues of snakes."

Jules Sep 2018

The Storm.

He is the embodiment of a storm.
A perfect mess like lightning striking,
Thunder crashing, the wind stirring.
At the same time, he is the soft patter,
The gentle patter of the rain on roofs.
A storm rages as does his emotions,
From gentle to unforgiving.
The whisking wind,
Seventy miles per hour,
Enough to rip through trees.
The side of him you shouldn’t encounter,
That fraction you only see occasionally.
He is the soft showers that,
Littering us with their love,
Occur the most.
Just like thunder comes with lightning,
And lighting comes rarely,
You can’t catch his raging side often.

Jules Sep 2018

The first time.

My heart broke tonight,
While laying beside you.
My fingertips touched your smooth skin,
For what felt like the last time,
And for what felt like the millionth time,
My heart broke a little more.
I can see it all,
Flashing before my eyes.
The first time I met you,
The first time I met your family.
The first kiss,
The first hug,
The first ‘I love you’.
My first love,
Will be my last love,
Because this aching pain in my heart,
It’s never going to cease,
It will break over and over again,
For the first time I met your niece,
The first time I met your sisters,
The first time I looked into your eyes,
The first time I seen your dog.
Every little thing breaks my heart,
All the firsts will be all the lasts,
Because I will never love someone,
Like I love you.

Jules Sep 2018

Silence

Silence,
Pain,
An aching need to feel something.
An aching need to feel pain.
Everything she loves is dying,
Every tiny bit of her heart is breaking,
And no one sees it.
No one cares.
She sits alone,
Most of the time,
Surrounded by thoughts so loud,
So loud she can’t drown them out.
All she wants is things to be how they once were.
How they were before he lost interest.
Before he found something else,
Everything else,
That was more appealing.

Jules Sep 2018

Pain

Her cracking heart is loud enough,
Loud enough to attract her demons.
Back from their burrow,
Where at one time, they left her to her peace.
Silent sobs,
Silent screams,
Silent pain.
No one sees through her facade she puts up,
No one sees her mental scars.
No one sees that she’s dying inside.

Jules Sep 2018

Demons

Swallowed up by the dark,
Her demons were more than just a wolf.
They were angry, relentless.
Snapping and biting to try to tear her limb from limb.
Creeping into her mind,
They came with dusk,
Slow and torturous.
Often, images flicked in her mind like a candle in the dark.
Pictures of pills,
Piled into pounds,
On purple paper under the black light.
In the back of her mind,
The black light seemed to flicker,
The pills seemed to dwindle.
She knew it was a sick game,
Her demons trying to claim her mind.
No, they wanted more.
Her soul.
Her body.
Complete control over the capsule of the human she was.
Fighting these demons,
She searched for hope.
It came in the simplest form.
Perhaps this seems silly,
But it came in the form of a small dog,
Wild and crazy,
Yet sweet and loving.