KS Julianne

KS Julianne Aug 2014

He mistakes my name, and then, "Well, you'll come around..."
Strange as it seems, I'm bursting at the seams
With a suitcase full of nothing to be seen
Airports, shutters and a shoulder to no longer lean
And he says, "Oh, I've got a woman now..."

My wallet photos no longer sum me up
And I've already come around
And tiny star-studded jeans hold every broken dream
And through the failed wishes in between, a sung
"Oh, I've got a woman now..."

For I'm no longer little Eileen,
and I've grown a lonely need
For I'm no longer anything to see;
All but worthy to be deemed, yet a cry resounds;
"Oh, I've got a woman now..."

And it's all tasted the same,
And I never expected it to change
"Girl, out there when they're selling dreams...
****, this is harder than it seems.
Oh, where did my girl go now?
Oh, I've got a woman now..."

This is based off the song "Woman" by The 1975. Kind of like a prologue-kinda-thing from before everything turned sour for Eileen. It's kind of odd, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed.

KS Julianne Aug 2014

Yet

Because it's not worth it, it never was and it never will be, because life is pointless and it's nothing more than a punishment for all you've been and all you will be if you don't stop this madness now, because you, you, you are--*

Yet I look at a blooming flower twice,
hear the rain pouring outside,
see the wrinkles of our earth,
and wonder if it would be wise to believe for sorrow's end.

Yet I look at a rotten face twice,
hear the last beats of a heart,
see the wrinkles in our very being,
and wonder if we somehow managed to reach the end.

Yet I look at a smiling face twice,
hear the ****** of children's laughter,
see the wrinkles of elder's stories,
and wonder how we've managed to reach both ends.

KS Julianne Aug 2014

Youth's Cornerstone

Sitting semi-sola on the cornerstone,
Next to unknown; destination: another home.
And in a moment of a day not so dreary with cofidence to loan,
I'd ask them to take me with them to not feel so alone.

But I didn't have happiness to borrow or loan,
So I sat still and quiet against the cornerstone.
I watched them ride away, feeling completely alone,
Watching them silently as they made their way home.

And in another moment where I had something to loan
Other than dreadfulness at the self-ignited idea of being alone
I'd ask them to take me to another cornerstone,
***** and dusty, but nevertheless a true home.

KS Julianne Aug 2014

Hellward

Crooked paintings of sobbing angels pointed hellward, towards the earth
and the heat and all we deserve. And none of the mortals noticed them
weeping, noticed them writhing, noticed them falling, towards the
depths of a ***** soul, and they fell and never stopped doing so.
Yet as they let a wicked gravity pull their calloused feet, they
still believed they were on their way to wrong, leaving their
home. Of course, this makes sense, since the cruelest fae
and most twisted demons were always the one to
believe themselves holy. And so is told the tale;

Seven sins split hellward, going where they belonged: among humans.

KS Julianne Aug 2014

sinai bea

day fell and night was seen, and i found my version of an annabel lee.
and looking back, it was nothing short of a mistake or maybe three,

when i looked at her, sat down and held a lying dream.
but if you found her in the side of the road, sobbing with only gin to hear,

would thee agree with such a cynical mind to leave her to grieve?
because given the chance or just half the shot,

would thee agree with such a cynical decree to torture annabel lee?

for i agree that to a certain degree i was idiotic to believe,
to blind myself from the truth of whom i thought to be my annabel lee.

but still, everything overseas were nothing but another thing to see,
another thing we would not care to leave compared to whom i believed to be annabel lee.

yet i agree that to a pointless degree, i blinded myself completely to not believe
i agreed to let myself to be blinded to a degree where i would not believe,

believe that whom i thought to be my annabel lee had such a wicked creed.

and that's the tale of how began the leave, how my "i's" no longer stood alone
and instead was held hand-in-hand with my *****, annabel lee.

that's the tale of how began the leave, of how i gave everything for annabel lee,
of how i began to love, under the pretense of being free,

the tale of how i began to love the annabel lee that would do nothing but destroy me.
that's the tale of the beginning of the end as i set the guilty free,

the tale of when i let annabel lee destroy the world beneath my feet.

for yet still the reddest of moons and the brightest rainbows
would pale next to my annabel lee;

for even the blackest of suns and the darkest of exploding stars
would never compare to sinai bea.

really, can you blame me?

KS Julianne Jul 2014

Liar

All along, I was pretentious,

since my first tear to the last,

but never one to live behind false pretenses.

Even so, does that make me a liar?

And they've told me again and again

that you can never miss what you never had,

but the truth's never stopped me from missing

all that would've been.

And by telling false stories that were never my own,

and rewriting my own past to barely get by,

would all of this make me a liar?

Because if so, I deserve no more than fire,

yet it feels as if I've been burning for far too long.

But some things never change, now do they?