Julia

The Problem

Look deeply into his minty eyes and have them wash over you like they always do. He's always there for you, with his heart. He makes you laugh and listens to you when you talk. There's a storm breaking in your heart because you can't express yourself enough to tell him how you really feel. You love him, but you can't find the words, and you wonder what your problem is.

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Fairy Tale

Tell me a fairy tale about a handsome prince. Tell me of his bravery as I start to fall asleep. Sometimes I wonder if the prince will capture my heart. Sometimes I wonder if I will live happily ever after. Are fairy tales true? Where is my castle and my golden crown? I have to be the queen of the real world. Don't you envy me? I have no trolls under a bridge, no three crazy goats, no mary-quite-contrary with tulips in my garden, no rays of sunlight or pixie dust. I don't skip to a loo, do you believe me?

Slowly Dusting Away

Slowly Dusting Away
Love raises the stars, hate is the darkness.
Claiming sweet support, I gave a deep sigh.
Hearts can't see me, things sleep peacefully.
You are everywhere, my head is full of lies.
I awake at noon, aches in my back and neck.
To reality, side by side.
The nights utters to storms, holding my hand.
Whispering thoughts, you cannot destroy me.
I see your fears.

I am. . .

Coldness
Burial ground
Dreamer's dust
Eyeballs
Hate
Hearts
Finale
Realization
Myself
Souls
Time
Power
Entrances
Fragile
Destruction
Moonlight
Silver
Pain in necks
Kisses
Love
Exits

Icarus

***Based on the Paiting Icarus by Henry Matisse***

The stars have jagged edges like fingers,

reaching out to us,

warning us to stay away.

But they're too late,

because one by one,

we drop like flies to insanity.

Our hearts bleed onto the sidewalks

and no medicine can help us.

Because we've been punctured by Cupid's arrows.

We're victims of love,

too strong to stay away from.

Why?

Why do people live and die?

Why can't I bury my face in the clouds?

Why can't I find an explanation?

Why am I touched by dreams?

Why are sad songs stuck in my mind?

Why do I feel guilty for being alive?

Never Have Imagined

The rain dries up our skin, when we're stuck in spider webs.
Sharing secrets, letting me fall, love comes for free.
Dreams run out and prototypes edges end up in water.
Different love, free in the summer winds.
Mid-air stars hang on for tomorrow,
Because they can't turn back now.
Dolphin smiles are gone.

Edible, Forest, Beauty, Crisp

Edible enough on a snow day.
Summer wants to be heard through raging snow.
Forest takes a chance with destiny.
Tropics singing in a foolish game.
Angry songs echo in the sky.
Run away with no questions looking for answers.
Fading dial tones on the telephone.
Edible danger and crisp beauty.
Fall into enchantment that is deviantly broken.
Chilling beauty alone in a forest,
Dangerously crisp broken artists.
Glistening forests eat deviant apple crisp.

Stop Pretending

Giving breath to fire.
No cage for containment.
Upon the living Earth.
Excuse me, perfection.
Love regrets the night.
Make me believe.
Crashing thunder above.
Photographs of storms.
Stop pretending
You're in love.

Wallflower

Falling from the sky.
Holding their newborns.
Last time they cried.
Crazy daydreams keep hanging.
Show me life's escape.
Protected by big walls.
All I need is a shovel.
Wallflower perks.

Watercolor Box

A watercolor box I did for my AP art class.

Bookkeeping

Different as a fingerprint,

lying in the sands of time.

I'm leaving now, can I hide?

Just closing my eyes,

running through lighthouses.

Never let me fall without anything

to uncloak your folded hinges.

Running free in the desert

with copper elepants.

Visiting Hawaii in the winter.

Reading. . .