sometimes I feel
my shadow
is the only one besides me.
And then,
there are times
when I feel
so bad for my shadow,
I wish I didn't have to be.
If one day I looked down
and found it devoid
of that sulking
puddle of shade,
I'd understand.
and wish i could disappear too...
-inspired by a lonely soul I once encountered at a vacant bus stop.
so to the lonely old man with the long since faded shadow.
Perhaps the shade wasn't gone,
but the light.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Please Excuse the Mopping
Posted by Julianna at 1:34 PM 0 comments
ironic, isn't it?
The root of pain
in every story,
in every tale
ending in joy or disaster
is the mischievously guised
beauty
we so blandly call
love.
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Friday, June 3, 2011
ICED VIOLETS
Posted by Julianna at 9:18 PM 0 comments
A Broken Dream
It's a jacket lost at the seams
It's a savior who's not what he seems
An unborn child lost in life's rhyme
A best freind hopeless against the sands of time
Dirt crusted over an unmarked grave
Desperately salvaging when there was never any thing left to save
It's a cup thats far from it's fill
A meadow lost to winters rathful chill.
Beleive me,
I'd know.
and i just hope you never will.
Posted by Julianna at 9:00 PM 0 comments
rusty photo albums
I look at this blog and realize i had almost forgotten it existed. It's like when your older and looking at old photos. Your brain remembers the place but you can't remember for the life of you what you were doing or why the hell you were doing it in the first place. Or better yet, who's the guy making the retarded face in the background? O.o
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009
crap!
hey i want a shirt that says I'm a killer transvestite who molest cats and can use the word crap
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