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Julie Berners Nov 2020
6:15 alarm goes off
6:17 you start the day
6:18 our first fight
6:18 you compare me to my siblings, saying that they do better than me
6:19 I make you coffee

7:47 you leave for work
7:48 i walk into my room and cry

11:46 i fight with your youngest child

4:07 you call home and tell me to start dinner
4:15 i start dinner

6:08 you get home
6:10 our second fight
6:12 you stop yelling and walk off

7:13 dinner
7:22 me and your oldest child get into a fight
7:25 me and you get into a fight

7:34 i go to my room. not to come back out until you want coffee in the morning..
a vicious cycle.
Julie Berners Nov 2020
Freezing rain
How BEAUTIFUL
Things started to SHINE with ice

But

The  f r e e z i n g  rain kept coming.
Trees
GLISTENED like glass
And then b r o k e like glass.

Most animals were safe.
Not the pheasants
Their eyes  f r o z e  shut.

The pheasants.

Sat.

Helplessly.

In the roadside ditches
Blindfolded
With ice.
Adapted from a passage read in school
Julie Berners Nov 2020
His eyes
Her smile
Both light up my world

His laugh
Her giggle
Both make my sides tickle

How he cares about me
How she cares for me
It's all so confusing

I don't know anymore

Which one?

Him
or
Her
?
Julie Berners Oct 2020
There's this boy who wears a uniform
Every Monday
Every Wednesday

There's this boy who wears a uniform
Who can't show PDA
But still tries to hug me at the start of the day

There's this boy who wears a uniform
Who makes me smile when I don't want to

He wakes me up in the morning
And is my sunshine when the rain is pouring

I never knew I could love
A boy in uniform..
Yeah and if that boy in uniform ever found this I would die lol
Julie Berners Oct 2020
Fairy tales have happy endings
Love is found, villains defeated
But my story has no love
And my faith is depleted
Julie Berners Oct 2020
The first tears fell
When I entered the bright cold room
Doctors handed me to my mother

Tears fell again
When I entered the bright cold room
To say goodbye to her
The one I knew, loved, and cherished

Tears fell once more
When we put her in the ground
The dirt smelled of rain
And our eyes full of pain
This poem is meant to be in the POV of my father. He lost his mother last month and November 3rd is her birthday <3
Julie Berners Oct 2020
In all of granny's years
There were quite a few tears
Two husbands, seven children
Six girls, but one son

From dinner rolls, to crochet holes
She has taught me all
And when I fell and scraped my knee
She always cushioned the fall

In all of granny's years
There were quite a few tears
Especially in the last few moments
When all that's left are the tokens
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