"fake it 'till you make it"
Pretend I'm Hillary Clinton.
Thank god it's dark
Sweating like a steam roll
Did they see me trip?
I want to face the wall
Why do i always do this to myself?
Be calm and be batman
Keep Clam and don't blink
You'll be fine, maybe...
Avoid Teressa's eyes
Friday, February 14, 2014
Are you suggesting what i think you're suggesting?
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Mel's Diner, those blissful red booths.
Thighs molded
to a bright red booth,
with Georgia on the Mind.
The Queen wailing it's demand
for melancholy beauty.
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Awoken by the Fall
It was the rudest of awakenings. One moment i was abstractly aware of the branch I sat, dozing on. That it was an almost painful point of support only a child wouldn't care to endure.
And then it had vanished.
For all I knew, gone from existence like a fly flown too fast by.The sound of wind in my ears as startling as a mother's kiss, planted too suddenly by your ear.
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Eyelash Whisperings
It's quite here
like listening to the sound
of your own blinking.
The colors that brush the wall
like Spackle
taunting you to gaze upon
their searing luminosity.
To loose yourself in a rhythm
that can only be
observed
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Sunday, April 8, 2012
These Secrets That We Keep
These secrets that we keep
they ooze from every orifice
and bleed from out my eyes.
My trust begins to wither
as they squirm and they slither.
There's no one i can tell
no one left who might understand
or bare the weight of these words
and the truth is left unheard.
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Save Your Breath
My eyes are open but I still can't find my way. I've tried to get over myself but even I can't conquer the mountain that is my emotional baggage. The grass is greener on the other side but that only meant that the slopes are more slippery. I don't know about you but I'm starting to think that all your advice is crap.
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Answer
Such promises sound splendid but why is it that you alone is never enough nor an option? For all I ever wanted was you. Just you.
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