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Julie Butler Apr 2014
Like the clouds
I’m just floating

I change shape without 
knowing

just floating

i’m doting

misquoting myself

i’m smoking 
and blowing 

d e c o d i n g 
m y s e l f 

but probably just smoking

and joking myself 

i’m really just s m o k i n g 
and
choking myself
Julie Butler Apr 2014
empty space between each f i n g e r 

the air that floats between every strand of hair

dancing around your face

countless freckles

on boundless skin 

we are shapes 

and i just want to fit somewhere 

beside you
  Apr 2014 Julie Butler
circus clown
i want to hold your
l                          
                            a          g      
                                                     u        h
(inside)
my stomach so that the
warmth
would stop me
from clenching my jaw
because i know that if
~ light ~
were a person,
i'd have already met him.

you smile like you've
swallowed the sun.
never have i felt, never have, have i, felt, have, i.
Julie Butler Apr 2014
the representative of insensitive 
needs what kind of incentive?

to be bigger than this 
without risking intention?

i’m wishing she’d listen

how I wish she would l i s t e n 

to the thoughts that i drop 
on her deaf comprehension 

she swallows discretion 

she f o r g e t s to mention 

about her horns that grow thorns 

that envelope her dimensions
Julie Butler Apr 2014
This heavy mind of mine frightens me
If I become blind to this fright
before night falls maybe I'll get some sleep
I tried to find you in my dreams
But my sheets got the best of me
If I'm not fighting to find answers then how can i rescue me?

I'll stop shaking
So maybe our lines can meet
so when your teeth meet my meat my tongue will stop you from breathing deep
and my mind will remind you of all the times I was so deep
I could carve my name in your frame with my nails on your heartbeat
Julie Butler Apr 2014
I can’t plant my thoughts straight

the garden-bed in my head looks more and more like a moss plague 

this facade fades 
as her faces breaks 
into gray shades 
like a clay stain

it’s a disdained slain

when my brain frames

the notion

of being a train chained to an airplane
Julie Butler Apr 2014
I sit quiet
trying to describe
the thoughts on my mindset
but i'm silent
and my thoughts aren't quite sounding right yet
and my silence is being charged as a knife
like a forged threat
now i'm forced to regret
everything i just said
and i'm stuck on the fence
does this make me defenseless ?
am i lost if i don't know where e x a c t l y this fence is?
it's senseless to me to defend all of my mentions
I'm just trying to find truth
behind these false pretenses

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