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julie Oct 2018
a ? means you're insecure
a ! means you're overdramatic
a , means you're not coming to the point
a . means...that you're coming to an end?
julie Oct 2018
listened to that song;
I don't remember the name
gosh
you've ever had this feeling
the feeling that you've lost it forever
trying to imagine a title
that would be the right one
over and over I just hear in my head
lalalalalalalalala
julie Oct 2018
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
julie Oct 2018
sitting here
since 3 pm
trying
to write a poem

my head his blocked,
my hands are hurting,
my body is tired,
my eyes are burning

nothing;
is written on my paper
accept one word

I'll show you later
guess which word
julie Oct 2018
when I look into a mirror
all I see is a tired person,
a lazy,
a busy,
a non-motivated
person.

when I look into a mirror
all I see is a, in my opinion,
chubby person.
With pimples,
oily hair,
and braces.

But when I look into a mirror
all I see should be a
beautiful,
strong,
and perfectly imperfect person.

So hey world, that's me
and I'm proud of that person.

And so should be you,
yes...you!
The person who is
reading this right now.
YOU
julie Oct 2018
you're still sleeping
but I'm awake;
since 2 am
I'm wondering about
what you're dreaming

Watching the fading city lights
trough the blinds
and listening to your calm breath,
thinking about
morrow

Finally falling asleep
at 9 am;
just to wake up later to the warm space
you left beside me
julie Oct 2018
once my parents said
that we had to move

away from my home town,
my birth place,
my comfort zone.

I found myself
in Paris then,
hardly not speaking any french,
missing the beaches of Cali
and thinking of better times

Sitting in a little cafe
near Rue Bonaparte
sharing a cigarette
with a gray-haired stranger

philosophizing about life
and feeling the sand of
Santa Monica Beach
on my skin

Suddenly a stranger asked me
something I didn't understand

so I stuttered
menez-moi à la maison,
à l'endroit auquel j'appartiens
last sentence means: "take me home to the place I belong"
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