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Dec 2014 · 6.3k
Mama
Julie Artemov Dec 2014
Mama,
All I ever wanted was your touch
Mama,
All I ever wanted was your support,
Mama I wanted you to be my pillar but here we are
And we're drowning in quicksand and you can't keep your own head above it all
Mama,
All I wanted was your love
Mama,
I just wanted to be better than a bottle
Mama,
You don't need it,
Mama i can see through it,
Mama,
You can't hide it, mama don't lie.
Mama I swear I'll run
I'll run far away
And I'll weep with the sky for my weakness.
Mama
You're beautiful
Mama you could be queen of this rock
Mama I love you deeper than I understand
Mama
Please mama play with me
Please mama stay with me
Please mama pray with me.
Mama I don't know if I could live without you.
I couldn't mama. I couldn't live without you.
Jul 2014 · 2.7k
▼color
Julie Artemov Jul 2014
There is darkness all around me.


I have a love affair with color,

But this void won't allow it.

I adore you, Yellow.

I want you, Blue.

Marry me, Red.

This void won't allow it.


This black is becoming me.

Pink, I love you.

Green, I miss you.

Orange, forget me not.

This void won't allow it.


I beg you darkness!

Just one ray of light.

Just a stream of white,

Give me a spectrum.

*This void won't allow it.
Jul 2014 · 819
Solomon
Julie Artemov Jul 2014
Solomon.

Rubies and sapphires
Rolled off your tongue,
Long legs and crimson lips,
Abysmally endless,
Muscled stallions and mares,
To take you everywhere,
Sweet and delicious,
Anything you taste,
Alexander would've bowed,
They could call you Midas,
With fingers of gold,

Solomon,
You asked for wisdom,
Man of God
He gave you the world.
Jun 2014 · 832
heart
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
we're all just walking around
with abyssal  chasms in our chests
and half a stolen heart in each fist
Jun 2014 · 3.2k
She #2
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
She was unmistakably clever,
People strolling past her on the street
would ponder to themselves briefly,
She must be a professor or a lawyer.
But it wasn't her round glasses,
Or her fitted blazer that convinced them.
It was her yellow shoes,
and the way they seemed to float
above the stained pavement.
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
Untitled
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
Hey you
ignorant uneducated
prideful loathsome
self-righteous glib
donkey

Take your opinions
Dice em up
Marinate them
Throw em in a ***
Bring to a boil
And simmer on low

Plate it
With bias on the side
Stare at your meal
And salivate
Like the dog you are

Chew it slow
Taste every bitter
Gritty crumb

Maybe then you'll
See your reflection
In the bottom
Of your dish

And be just as
Disgusted as me.
Jun 2014 · 1.6k
She
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
She
She stretched her arms towards the sky,
And stood up on her tippy toes,

She made her hair a skyscraper,
And her nails far too long,

She always talked loudly,
never walked, just danced,

Her laugh was stupendous,
Her tears were waterfalls,

Oh how she cast a shadow,
That drowned anyone in it.
Jun 2014 · 2.8k
Birds
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
Come be blind with me
All I want to see is smoke.

Let's get high,
Let's leave here,

Hit it deeply,
Hit it slowly,

Cough with me,
Laugh with me,
Think with me,
Nap with me,

Let's fill this room
With thick clouds.

Come and float with me,
Be alone with me,

Let's kiss and touch,
Just breathe and breathe,

Come fly with me,
With our devil's wings,

All night in a fog,
Gone with the winds,

Be my Adam,
because I'm Eve,

Come relax with me,
Feel the relief,

Lets rocket to galaxies,
Away from this earth,

Let's not be ourselves,
We'll live as birds.
Jun 2014 · 1.2k
Hunger
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
He looked at me with hunger,
But not like a wolf to a sheep,
He stared at me in awe,
Because of me he didn't sleep.

I knew he wanted me first,
He was practically a puddle,
When I shook his hand,
All he could do was stutter,

When I was intrigued,
He came a bit too near,
And he nibbled and chewed,
But I didn't have fear,

I let him inside me,
In all the ways he wanted,
I was literally wasted,
From then I was haunted,

He slapped my thighs,
And held on real tight,
He liked that noise,
When I'd squeal just right,

He'd look at my lips,
Just plump and pink,
He'd lean in and bite them,
I couldn't even think,

I couldn't stand him,
I hated him so much,
But I was defenseless,
I was lost in his clutch,

I was leashed and tied,
Lost in his lies,
I was addicted to sin,
He'd opened my eyes,

I loved how he touched me,
He knew what was right,
I hated how he held me,
It was always too tight.
Jun 2014 · 858
el oh vee ee
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
Before I even brushed my teeth,
I stood for a while and stared,
At my half-asleep reflection,
Eyes widened, eyebrows raised,
I scared myself as I cried,
"Love me!"
I yelled at myself,
Then I continued with the morning.

When I stepped into the sun,
I heard the street cat purr,
Loooove meee...
He hissed and stretched.

Neighbor comforted her baby,
It wouldn't cease screaming,
"Love me, mama!"
It squealed with wet cheeks.

Each shadow faced girl,
On this cobblestoned road,
Whispered "love me"
Through glossed red lips.

Old man wilted on a bench,
With cane close by,
Grunted, "love me, love me"
At each faceless passerby.

I reached the library,
Quiet like a monastery,
"Will you love me?"
Titled every book.

Quickly I exit the back,
With my book in hand,
"No you love me!"
Man argues with his lover.

I got on a crowded bus,
And pushed my way through,
"Love me, love me, love me"
We all sang and hummed.

I entered my school,
With teeth white beaming,
L-O-V-E M-E
With each insecure smile.

I finished my loveless day,
And returned to my home,
Love. Me. Love. Me.
Clicked each step.

As I shut my eyes,
Falling fast into sleep,
My lids spelled love me,
Until the morning light.
Jun 2014 · 501
Promises
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
I remember you telling me of tomorrows,
How bright that they would be,
I remember that feeling in my stomach,
Piercing light shining infinitely.

I remember the visions of joy,
A million fluttering wings,
And promises I clung to,
Seizing pain like bee stings.

I waited for tomorrow,
For just a page to turn,
Standing stuck in time,
And endlessly I'd yearn.

For tomorrow was a dream,
Something I'd never find,
Yesterday was cruel,
Today was just a grind.

In this place I floated,
Between fantasy and fact,
My eyes merely deceived me,
My imagination was in tact,

Oh this purgatory,
Laughed more like a Hell,
Gnashing my teeth it cackled,
For it my soul to sell.

But I remembered your tomorrows!
All guarantees of brilliance,
Soft beats of my heart,
Grew to be resilient.

And Hell had become fearful,
For tomorrow cast it's shadow,
My purgatory was melted,
Shot the bullseye with my arrow.

That glowing that you spoke of,
Ablaze bolts cut through dark,
Hell had seen no fury,
Like tomorrow's eternal spark.
Jun 2014 · 2.9k
it's a lie
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
did you know...?
that the pencil dulls quickly
and youth spills
like thick slime that's sickly.

did you know...?
that in oxygen hair dies
and hellos are fleeting
so prepare for goodbyes.

did you know...?
that pain is an illusion
and sharp smart *****
just swim in confusion.
Jun 2014 · 705
Ashes
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
You cried in battle,
And the earth shook,
Searching for fear...
I only found determination,

Your fingers blocked the fire rain,
Despite you,
My skin invaded,
The ashes seeped into me,

As my teary pupils dilated,
My mouth resisted to speak,
But my mind wailed to the heavens,
While God covered his ears.

You tried to cloak me,
And you were dangerous,
And you were fierce,
And you were beautiful.

I was broken to begin with,
It's not your fault I'm bleeding.
It's not your fault I'm weeping.
It's not your fault I'm dying.

Your attempts were not in vain,
I'll never forget your efforts.
Jun 2014 · 1.6k
My Conclusion
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
I retired as a child,
And came to a conclusion,

My skin was mine to protect,
My mind was my fortress,
My eyes were my windows,
My soul too precious to be yours.
Jun 2014 · 2.6k
Torn
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
When my ****** hands reached the top,
My palms without lines to read,
And my fingertips stripped of identity,
My fragile lungs violently exhaled,
My honest eyes disappointed me,
I had not reached the zenith,
For this was merely the end of the beginning.

— The End —