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Julie Grace Feb 2012
Before you say goodbye,
there is one thing you should know;
in all the time you have known me,
I'm at a loss for words.
They have abandoned me at first chance
leaving fumbling parts behind.
Inkblots on crumpled paper and
loose fragments across a screen
are signs of words for thee.
Splayed across pages in notebooks,
and old hard-drives rest are
unshakable words belonging to you -
points of fluorescent lights or songs
without music that remain strumming and
humming in my head.
They are thoughts we wish to speak, but
better left unsaid until a voice is found
that sings the words of permanent ink playing havoc
with our minds and chaos with our souls.
3.2.11
Julie Grace Feb 2012
His eyes on mine,
Too piercing,
Intense.
I have to look away.
I can't stand his gaze.

His voice in my ear,
Too mocking,
Serious,
I find it difficult to listen.
I can't concentrate.

His lingering touch,
Too warm,
Comforting.
I look forward to it.
I can't help myself.

His lips on mine,
Too gentle,
Persistent,
My mind is muddled.
I can't seem to win.

I hate him.
12.20.11
Julie Grace Feb 2012
Why would you hurt me,
Then say that you love me,
What do you want from me?

Why would you say those words,
And repeat those empty words,
How much power are in your words?

Why is it wrong for me to hate you,
When I know I can’t love you,
Why is the one with the power still you?

Why was it right to hurt me,
And feed me those meaningless words,
How could I have believed you?

Why did I let you fool me,
With your sweet words?

I hate you.
10.2010
Julie Grace Feb 2012
Sometimes you realize that you are not only wrong,
But you royally ******* up.
You realize that the things that are important to you now,
May not be so important later.
You realize that one day you may give it all up,
But you’re not ready to think about it.

You’re not ready to grow up and let go of childish things,
But you’re old enough to judge others.
You can’t decide what to wear,
Yet you think you can run your own life.
You’re too old for this,
But too young for that.

Just realize…
There are times to fight,
There are times to give in.
Times when you must choose,
To live by your own rules.
Or the ones set up.

And when you realize,

Your life might finally be your own.
8.2010
Julie Grace Feb 2012
Mother dearest how I love you so,
All the times I wished you were there.
To hold me and tell me that you care,
Even whilst brushing my hair.

Mother dearest I know notwhat to do,
To tell you the pain in my soul,
For which only you can console,
And fill up the empty whole.

Mother dearest even I know,
How in secret I cried,
And you wished for me to confide,
But I left your hands tied.

Mother dearest I promise you,
Even though I know not what to say,
I will not turn you away,
And we will get by day by day
12.22.10
Julie Grace Feb 2012
Lost girl,
Wherere are you?
Lost in your own body,
Or drowning in your dreams?

Lost girl,
Do you hear me?
Calling out your name,
Or whispers turned into screams?

Lost girl,
Do you feel weak?
Only holding back your cries,
Or teetering on a balance beam?

Lost girl,
Don't you understand?
How strong I think you are,
Or how full of life you seem?

Lost girl,
You are not lost,
But waiting to be found.
12.19.10
Julie Grace Feb 2012
Let me rest my head,
Upon this pillowy bed.
And the arms of the sea,
Gently embrace me.

Let me not awake,
And my fears do take.
Craddled in the beaches hands,
As I reach shimmering lands.

Let them not see me cry,
Or the dew upon mine eye.
My wish not to fright,
These sweet jewels of the night.

Let me sleep through the day,
As the pain ebbs away.
Quietly making amends,
As the tide comes to cleanse.

Let me pick up my head,
From this thorny bed.
You arms of the sea,
No longer entice me.
Writen 1.9.11

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