Julie Mullins: Poems

Nov 2018 · 269

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
Headphones.

#headphones #wax #differentpointofview

Nov 2018 · 261

Best Pay Attention

Julie Mullins Nov 2018

Best Pay Attention

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.

#fake #switchup #payattention

Nov 2018 · 265

Commit Murder/ Suicide

Julie Mullins Nov 2018

Commit ******/ Suicide

The greatest love story
Falling apart
At the seems.

Outside it seems
As if they are
Ok,
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.

#love #toxic #story #fallingapart

Aug 2018 · 353

Puzzle Space

Julie Mullins Aug 2018

Puzzle Space

I live in a house
With nine people,
That's including me.
And maybe I should
Be happy to have
A roof over my head,
But I'm not happy.
I feel guilty and ashamed.
I feel out of place.
I feel like I'm a piece
Of a puzzle that doesn't
Belong to this puzzle.
I do want to be here and
I do love it here, but
Maybe not at the price of
Someone's space.

Things are both very depressing and looking up.
Working on myself is just a little hard...

#happy #guilt #ashamed #puzzle #space

Jun 2018 · 417

Begging

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Begging

Your smiles and sorry's
Are like bad habits
That never die hard.

Begging for my forgiveness
Knowing if you beg
Just enough,
I'll break like a twig
Under your feet.

I am a nice person,
A nice, forgiving person.
But-
Even I know that
Eventually, there is a pattern.
You are bound,
To this Earth,
To make the same mistakes.

Your same mistakes
Are like a bad drug.
You can't just shake it.
Withdrawal-
Night sweats and hallucinations.
Gotta go back for more.
Itching for that burning taste.
There you are,
Begging again...

And I'm not giving it to you anymore.

#drugs #nightsweats #halucinations #begging #bedhabit

Jun 2018 · 413

Dear Girl Part 2

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Dear Girl Part 2

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I'm doing better now,
Did you see that coming?

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
Words may hurt,
But they don't break me
Anymore.

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I've grown to love myself
And that's put me
In a good place.

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I am human,
Same as you,
And I have survived.

How inspired I am tonight. Honestly, how inspiring life has been the past year. I know that no one here really knows me, but I have grown oh so much and all I have to thank is poetry and my closest friends. "Dear Girl" was written in December of 2017 and "Dear Girl Part 2" was written June 2018.

#bullying #wordsdonthurtanymore #ihavesurvived #happy #selflove

Jun 2018 · 322

Dear Girl

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Dear Girl

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
Thanks for the insecurities
Tonight.
I've only been bullied
All my life.

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I hope you feel good
About yourself
Because I'm not.

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I'll be drowning
In this box of water
That I can't escape.

Dear girl,
Who doesn't know me,
I'm dying
And you're the one
To blame.

I just wrote a part two to this poem as I was about to post it and it has made me so happy. I found inspiration in my own work for another piece. I will be posting it after this one. Much love to this website and all the poets here!

#bullying #bullied #insecurities #drowning #dying

Jun 2018 · 615

I'm Supposed to Know Words

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

I'm Supposed to Know Words

I'm a writer.
I'm supposed to know how to
Chew words up and
Spit them out.
I'm supposed to
Make them float with the clouds
And sit on the horizon with the sunset.
I'm supposed to
Make them run miles
And give them sunburns
While they swim in circles
On the beach of my mind.

#clouds #sunset #beach

Jun 2018 · 340

My Flower is Enough

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

My Flower is Enough

She was happy
So it seemed,
But really
She was not.

At first,
It was just
A little ****
To ease the pain
And maybe feel numb
For a few hours,
But after a while
It wasn't enough.

Her mother beat
Her while she slept.
She says she's only here
For her mother's sister
Because she's only a baby.
Too fragile to know what
This world really is.

She pops a few of them pills
To feel numb again.
Thinking maybe this will be enough
But it won't.

Her father tells her
He doesn't care
What she does
As long as her grades are up.
You're supposed to care
Because you're her dad
And dad's are supposed to be
There for their children.

It wasn't enough.
She tried something new
And it's too much.
She falls to the ground
And she's seizing.
There's blood on the floor,
Dead flowers too!

She says she's only here
For her mother's sister.
Because she's only a baby,
Too fragile to know how
This world really is.

Her mother's sister is safe now.
She says,
She's no longer needed here.
She wants to leave.

She goes to get help
But it doesn't help.
She comes home
And she's at it again.
She tells her cousin
To stay home,
She doesn't want to see her.
She comes anyways.

You see she had a plan
To try again,
But she didn't.

She said she needed
Help again.
It's been a few weeks,
And I hope
She's getting better now.

Please,
Find your happiness.
I love and miss you.

#drugs #deadflowers #care #enough #numb

Jun 2018 · 506

Listening

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Listening

I hate being alone.
But here I sit alone
Listening to the constant hum
Of a heater across the room
And the drops of rain
Splattering on the ground
Right outside the window
That is cracked.
And all I can think about
Is how I hate being alone
Listening to the bubbling
Carbon dioxide in my coke
That is nearly gone,
Growing tired of the burning
Sensation in my shoulder
Staring at a box full of
Colorful pens wondering
Which one should I use next?
And all I can really think about
While listening to the footsteps
Above me,
Is that I hate being
Alone.

But you still leave me all alone...

#alone #rain #listening #outside #latenightthoughts

Jun 2018 · 279

Drunk

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Drunk

My thoughts,
They run.
My letters
Do scramble.
My words
line up.
But they are all
Drunk on the
Endless possibilities
Of fantasies
And truths.

#drunk #love #random #truth #endless #possibility

Jun 2018 · 575

Road to Her Beauty

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Road to Her Beauty

She is sunburnt.
And her blemishes are blisters
That has popped on her
Beautiful wrinkled skin.

The white lines are the contour
Of her face.
And short lines are freckles
And her eyes.
Double short lines are the bridge
Of her nose
And long double lines,
That last for miles,
Is her smile.

Hello everyone. New here. I hope I fit in nicely and that you all enjoy the words I have put together. This isn't the first poem I have posted, but the second and I figured I'd leave a little note saying hi. So, Hi! Not all of my poems are amazing, but I'm working on it and I hope you support me in that :)

#oldroads #roads #beauty #smile

Jun 2018 · 361

Ocean Lines

Julie Mullins Jun 2018

Ocean Lines

Blank pages
Stare at me,
Breathing,
Waving like
Ocean waves.

Rocking to every word
Tilting its boat.
Like sailors lost
To the stormy sea,
Some pages stay
Blank,
Because sometimes
The adventure ends
Before its barely begun.

#ocean #water #storm #waves #pages #blank

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