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julie Feb 2018
love doesn't cost anything
but a penny, a nickel, and a quarter.

a lucky penny, breaking the odds of rigid reality.

the nickel i found near your bed, after making love to you.

and a quarter, because all it took to fall in love with you was the first fourth of a second you held my hand.
for my baby
  Feb 2018 julie
JeanT
He crawled deep within her soul and made a home out of cobwebs and broken pieces

Oh how beautiful she truly was
  Feb 2018 julie
Umi
The sky above me, closed in as the dark, ominous yet fascinating rainclouds have driven near, gathering together in a council.
As it begins to drizzle, soft, warm and little raindrops, fall in
line, gently, carelessly hitting the earth, moistening it in their line.
Once in a while, as the rain gains its strengh, hitting the ground below with more speed and roughlessness in their action,
Rays of the purest light, sent by the sun as it shines above the darkening sky, a sensation for ones optic nerv, a sensation for the eye,
make it through and let this scene shine further more.
Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind,
Create a lovely melody on my window, as they one by one fly into it.
Now as the soil is fertilised, life will surely grow from the sunlight.
Alike the raindrops are carried by the wind, my mind engages with this scene, lets me fall in love with this beautiful earth.
A little rain shall not be the cause of sadness, as it truly is a reminder of the moments of love wich it makes easier to determine.
So I keep my gaze out of the window and enjoy the weather
Until then, the sky clears up and the sun shines again.

~ Umi
  Feb 2018 julie
AJG
I didn’t fall for your body, i fell for your soul.
julie Feb 2018
i loved you so much, i didn’t realize i had forgotten what it felt to love myself.
julie Jan 2018
to learn to speak is a trait we gain at school.
we are taught the alphabet from a young age,
how to sound out letters, and spell out difficult words.
we then learn to read our favourite books, and beg mami to read it late at night, a towel wrapped around her dark hair.
eventually, we begin to read novels,
long and adventurous,
that allow us to escape our pain and morbid thoughts.
pain was like a ship, it sailed heavy seas,
eventually, ending its course, and drowned.
my pain disappeared with every rustling page,
seeping through the lines, and hiding at the bottom of the page.
to speak these words out loud is a power i hold, capable of reciting
the story by heart.
to speak, to move my tongue is magic.
to speak, to narrate stories of stars and skies.
to speak, to think.
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