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A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Julie Mullins Nov 2018
I am two
That can merge
Into one.
I can be as loud
Or as quiet as
You please.
I can also become
A mess you get tired
Of dealing with.

One thing I cannot do
Is speak for myself.
If I could,
I'd scream in disgust
Because of the horrors
Of this goopy, sticky
Yellow stuff that
Attaches itself to me
Every time I'm used.

I'd sue if I could!
But I'm just
A pair of
Julie Mullins Nov 2018
You stay sayin'
People always changing up
On you,

But it's really
You who be
Changing up
On everybody else.

So why you
Being fake as ****?
Why you changing
Faces like underwear?

Why you
Buddy, buddy
One day
Then talkin' ****
The next?

Quit your switch flippin'
And pay attention
Cuz you losin'
The best.
The best has
Given up.
Julie Mullins Nov 2018
The greatest love story
Falling apart
At the seems.

Outside it seems
As if they are
But the truth is
They go at it
Like cats and dogs
Wondering if it
Will ever end?

They're the same person
In different bodies.
How can you
Fight with yourself?

Their love is
Quite toxic
Can't you tell?

It's only a mater
Of time
Before they do it.
This poem was my point of view on a relationship of someone close to me. It gave me Romeo and Juliet vibes. I hope its a good one.
Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]
And with my pen I wrote the same
I wrote in both hast and speed
and left it here for fools to read
  Aug 2018 Julie Mullins
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
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