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Jules Jun 2018
A sickening silence slithered into a starry soul
Sending shame slinking into sight
Switching  starry souls
Who once shined bright
Into sorry souls who weep at night
I’m back?
Jules Nov 2017
nothing
what is nothing
the absence of something
can know that nothing is truly there
for if there is nothing there is something
so you can not be worth nothing
for nothing is something

no one
is there such thing as no one
for if there is a lack of one
then that makes no since
it just  leaves no
and people exist
so you cant be a no one
because you cant be a no
for a no is not a person
and your a person

it is impossible
to be worthless
impossible
to be nothing
so happy that your you
and that your a special something
you be you :)
Jules Oct 2017
i used to make since
i used to have a plan
until the world blew up
and scatted dreams across the land
idk
Jules Oct 2017
It's been a year
I still have no mind
I still don't think
For thinking is my downfall

My thoughts
Are poison
To my success
For they pull me off course
And push me into the abyss

I want to think
But i can not
For i've built a prison
That keeps me stuck
in this empty mind of mine

I tell myself can try to  
not be impulsive
And  not be indecisive
But i can't
For i never learn

Ive restarted my mind but
My thoughts
are useless
and unoriginal
And self deprecating
But they are still there
For i want to think

I do not understand
The thoughts entering my head
They tell me to shut up
To look pretty
And to blend it at the same time

These thoughts do not sound like me
Like the me before i stopped thinking
For these thoughts
Are not mine

It was never me
It was all of the people
Who judged me
And imposed their thoughts on me
Until they became my own

For the longest time
I was mindless
With no thought
For i believed thought was my weakness
Keeping me from perfection

When thought returned
They were no longer my own
They seemed perfect
But they had flaws
For nothing is truly perfect
If it takes away your individuality

Now i'm breaking out
Freeing my mind
I'm becoming myself
One again

I am not perfect
And i will never be
For perfection is impossible

Thoughts are finally flowing
And they are my strength
For they are my own
I AM FINALLY ME!
Jules Oct 2017
autumn
a time of crisp cold days
colorful leaves
and whipping winds
that create vibrant whirlwinds
before leaving the leaves to
shrivel up and lose their color
on the now crunchy forest floor
I loves leaves and fall
Jules Oct 2017
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a monarch
When it is not weighed down
By cold wet sand
Its wings were wet and broken
Useless
So it lay motionless
Lifeless
Under the dull sky
It tried to fly
Only to be carried by the wind
A moment of hope
Before it was thrown down
Into the unforgiving sand
It should have died
Marcisouly it was still alive
I picked it up
It was so weak that it went into my hand
And stayed there
For it was to broken to fly
I carried it off the beach
And built it a house of shells
That will most likely be its grave
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a butterfly
When it is not caked with sand
When the beauty is not broken
When it is flying high
Instead of being batted down
By the wind
i wrote this for English call in about 10 minutes so don't be to harsh
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