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Jules Sep 2015
"Bring your gumboots and rain coat, we're going on an adventure"

Lost, going around in circles; embarrassing.
Rainy, sick, "Let's go".
Pizza! Closed... cue more embarrassment.

Car rides along the main street, soft music playing
"Can I borrow that towel for my hair?"
Picks place to eat.
"Let's become humans again"

Dry hair, deodorant, changing shoes.
Horn blaring.
"This looks weird. Windows fogging, horn going, scraggly hair"
Awkward belly laughs.

Best avocado burger and aioli chips ever.
Need practise on being spontaneous
Jules Sep 2015
Happy Father's Day, Dad*

One day of the year, a thousand emotions
Never pin pointing one
Anger, sadness, frustration, I love him, guilt for not loving him, confusion
Confusion above all for not knowing which to choose

18 years and still not knowing...
My heart aches for him,
My heart aches because of him
Jules Apr 2015
Going to rip the chains from my body,
Run wild,
Fly high,
Stand back up,
Chains broken,
~ Year 12 thoughts about the future ~
Jules Apr 2015
Thoughts bustle left and right,
Pulling limbs from every direction,
Taunting voices swirling around and around,
Never one louder than the rest,
All loud noise,
Never settling,
An endless static buzz consuming every bone in my body,
Not knowing where to turn,
Forever dizzy,
210 days until still silence
~ Term 2 of year 12, 210 days until graduation.  ~
Jules Apr 2015
God, strip me back,
Cast all my demons back to the shadows,
Then mould me, shape me,
Into the person I know, deep down, you created me to be
Hold my hand for the journey is far,
Hold it tight and never let me go,
I need you, God, I can't do it on my own,
Make me vulnerable, make me feel every hurt, let me fall
But drag me up and let your love pour in like floods,
Fill me up,
God, strip me back and create the daughter you destined me to be
Jules Sep 2014
I loathe the fact that a boy I don't even know can fill me with so much insecurity.
Jules Aug 2014
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?"

Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
RIP Robin Williams <3
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