Jules: Favorites

Feb 2014 Jules

David Bojay

im afraid the sun doesnt wait for me in the morning
im afraid people will love me for the wrong reasons
im scared of people understanding art one day
im scared people will look at me and think of me as an ideal teen dreamer
im afraid the stars are just reflections of the people who are sad
im afraid my soul is decaying as i think of ways to save myself
im afraid to let go of my mothers hand during prayer
im afraid of speaking up to my preacher about the doubts ive written about the bible
im afraid people will find out what type of photgraphy i like
im afraid people will make fun of the music i listen to before i sleep
im afraid the government keeps track of my internet history
im afraid of falling in love with the devil
im afraid of wonders i could have never thought of
im afraid im just another one Gods children
im afraid im just another one of those puppets Lucifer controls
im afraid of the eyes i look into when i look at the mirror
im afraid of a lot of things
im afraid of my mom not coming home one day
im afraid churches are illusions of a peaceful place
im afraid the only peaceful place is your heart
im afraid the only safe place is between your arms
im afraid i only feel peace when im kissing you
im afraid to live
im afraid to die
im afraid of myself

yesterday night

Feb 2014 Jules

Coping

Feb 2014 Jules

eden halo

Coping

Sometimes your mother will look at you
like a dead language, some untranslatable
character. Speak anyway.

Sometimes your burning heart’s smoke signals
will make her weep and splutter,
or pass over her like incense, slightly
too sweet, and thick with silence.

Hand her an apple.
Know she might choke before she sees
the core.
Feed her anyway.

Sing your hymns with windows open
when the house is ablaze, do not
suffocate. Gasp through carbon,
remember who gave you your
stardust: you are
heavenly. Burning bibles
purges nothing, and screaming
into pillows
is not a prayer, precious girl.

Feb 2014 Jules

eternity

Feb 2014 Jules

Morgan

eternity

he interrupted me
in the middle of
an earth shatteringly
pointless story
to tell me i had
a cute laugh,
in a smoke-filled
garage infront of
all of our friends.
i said,
"alright dude
*******"

that night
i slept in the fetal
position with four blankets
and craved his skin so
bad i didn't even notice
that i bit my lip
until the pool of blood
collecting inside the deep ditch
of my gums, began to taste
of hot metal

today he texted me
while i was at work
and asked if he could
bring me a coffee
i looked at myself
in the bathroom mirror,
sighed and told him
we were busy
then i bought a
coffee for myself,
let the bitter sweet
warm liquid
linger on my tongue
and pretended
it was his lips

alone is a state of being
and i have never been alone,
lonely is a state of mind
and i have never been anything but

Feb 2014 Jules

Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]

Feb 2014 Jules

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

Feb 2014 Jules

12 Word Story

Feb 2014 Jules

Ashlea

12 Word Story

you tried to break me,
but you're too late.
i'm already broken.

wrote this in my notes a while back and planned to finish it, but i never did, so i'm just posting it. it's sad and i'm sorry

Feb 2014 Jules

Addiction (Love?)

Feb 2014 Jules

Jazleigh Walker

Addiction (Love?)

What does it mean to love someone or something
How does one person become everything
Place it over yourself making it your first priority
Everything else arranged around them, orbiting
This thing you hold oh so close to your heart
Something you believe from you couldn't be torn apart
Yet what do we love is what I shall ask
Can't these symptoms be for a person or a whiskey filled flask
So bad for you, yet too **** good to resist
Why resist the urge to take just one more hit
Oh yes he could break my heart into tiny bits
But the ride would be oh so worth it
Yes I know crack kills but what a happy death
To feel this good all the time I'll sacrifice my health
Does it matter your addiction or what you love
To worship and unseen God from up above
To say I can't get enough and truly mean this
Is the essence of all that addiction/love really is
This love, this addiction is human nature at its finest

Feb 2014 Jules

Battles (10w)

Feb 2014 Jules

echo

Battles (10w)

Told
to
pick
his
battles

He
picked
all
of
them

10w