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julianna Oct 2018
When I feel something,
I just take a stab at it.
Like a 1-2 motion,
To make the most damage
In the least amount of time.
I want to draw blood
And make it last because
I’d rather feel that than nothing.
I think you could call me
A *******,
Or maybe a sentimentalist.
Whichever you prefer.
julianna Oct 2018
Why are we allowed to be at risk?
I’m more likely to die by my own hands than by ******.
We are letting our youth slip away:
Every 16 minutes a light flickers out.
By the end of the year,
We’re down by 800,000
From 15-24 we’re DYING
We are dying.
So let this be a warning to society,
To do something about it now.
julianna Oct 2018
I wish that someone was interested enough
In me
To read between the lines and read
Deep
To point out where I failed
And places I was strong
To stalk me and examine me
And notice my song
My rhymes
My patterns
And rythyms
And tell me that they notice me, because I
Would never guess that anyone would ever
Notice me
I’m taking about here and now and always. I want someone to care enough to not just see me, but notice me without me having to ask them to.
julianna Oct 2018
Sometimes I forget to share
Like I’m suddenly unaware of the line between my life and theirs.
I can appreciate something that’s not mine,
So why can’t they?
I need to remember to share.
Sometimes I get random bouts of jealousy when I see someone enjoying the same things that I do. Almost as if I had “claimed” it - per say. It’s a personality flaw that I’m working through...
julianna Oct 2018
I’m creating worlds for fun
Having people’s lives in my hand
Is a luxury some don’t care for
I’m a control freak, if I’m honest
And doing this feels so good
I’m not hurting anyone but the character
But a little bit of me
If a reader comes along,
I’ll be extending a piece myself to them
Writing = Control
julianna Oct 2018
My nightcap is communication,
because I crave it all day
I spend hours between four walls
And talking helps me get away.
So I stay up late most of the time,
Chatting my time away
Because after all, I have more time
When tomorrow rolls my way.
julianna Oct 2018
It was beautiful,
The way he touched me.
He could be ashamed,
But I'd never tell anyone about
The way he grabbed my waist.
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