Julia

Julia May 2013

Unbidden

I'll have to forget me to know where I've gone,
And take myself back to find my way home.
You will let me go, or I'll never return.
I'll have to forget me to know where I've gone.

Julia May 2013

Firework

"You really loved him,
Didn't you?"

My perfectly pink lips quiver
As hot tears brim my eyes.
I nod my head yes;
Of course I did.
But I loved him much more
Than just a nod.
He was a deep breath
Of fresh air,
A shooting star
Across a jet black sky,
The split second silence
Under a highway bridge
In the pouring rain.

But I could only nod.

"Smile, darling.
You have so much ahead of you."

But once again, I could
Muster only a nod.
A disbelieving nod,
But a nod just the same.

This is pathetically cliche, but it had to be done. Also, when you type "nod" six times in a poem this short, it starts to look like it isn't a word at all. . .

Julia May 2013

Forget What We're Told (Cento)

And I just wanna tell you,
You forgave and I won't forget.
Some day, you will go away from this.

So glide away on soapy heels,
And promise not to promise anymore.
You've gotta be kind to yourself.

Now my only chance to talk to you
Is through my prayers;
I only wanted to tell you I care.
But I am blind,
I cannot find the heart I gave to you.

This piece is composed entirely of song lyrics. I pulled lyrics from "I Almost Do" by Taylor Swift, "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons, "Men of Snow", "The Chain", and "Glass" by Ingrid Michaelson, "Me and You" by She and Him, and "Through My Prayers" by the Avett Brothers. The title is from Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars", though I'm not quite sold on it.

Julia May 2013

Some Days, You've Gotta Dance.

It's been a few weeks since it rained,
and even longer since I've let myself go.
But I'll always remember the day I did.
It was the last day of sophomore year,
and we were itching for a little fun.
You and I went out for a celebratory drive,
belting old Taylor Swift songs
at the top of our lungs,
and not giving a ****
what anyone else thought.
All of a sudden, a storm hit
and you pulled the Volkswagen over
with a twinkle in your eyes.
You pulled me out of the car,
and we danced in the middle of the road.
Within seconds, I was soaked
through my dress, through my bra,
sending raindrops coupled with chills
all the way down my spine.
The rain stopped as soon as it started,
but I'll never forget that day.

Dancing in the rain is oh so stereotypical but everyone should try it at least once. As always, tell me what you thought! :)

Julia Apr 2013

God Sailed Away

The wind catches the sails
and lifts up my arms
to praise a god
I don't believe in.

Title credit to Harry J. Baxter

Julia Apr 2013

I'm gonna tell you what it's like to get closure, once I get it myself.

Tonight, I'm gonna do it.
     I'm gonna call you.
Tonight, I'm gonna tell you why I never wear my hair
     In a ponytail anymore, no matter how hot it gets.
     I'm gonna tell you about the time you grabbed my hot tea
          And threw it in my face.
I'm gonna tell you that, these days, I don't bother with
Makeup anymore , and though I (somehow) get complements
          I'll never quite believe them.
I'm gonna tell you about the time you made my mom cry
     And how much she feared you after that.
     I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be
          The only one...
To be in constant fear, yet forbidden to tell another soul
All at the same time.
     You're gonna tell me why you kissed my boyfriend
And lied,
So I'll finally understand.
     I gonna tell you about all the things I wish I was
          And the things I strive to be
(All 89 of them).
     I'm gonna tell you why I had to leave.
I'm gonna finally tell you that not only did you suppress my appetite and worth,
     But also my passion.
          And that was the worst of them all.
          I'm gonna tell you about each and every pound I am
          Away from perfect.
I'm gonna tell you about the time I almost gave in,
And finally,
               About the day I told the truth. . .
And you're gonna listen.

Julia Apr 2013

Curse Like a Sailor

When I refused to integrate wretched
"Four letter words" into my vocabulary,
I noticed that Love herself is a "four letter word",
And the dirtiest of them all.