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Come One, Come All!

Evening, everyone! Apologies for the late post today. Had a busy one the past couple days. I’ve got something I think most of you should relate to, especially those moms in the audience *wink*. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the poem, mon amis. Sleep well tonight, and feast in the halls of giants!

Tired

So tired

can hardly lift my eyelids,

and yet,

there I am at the top of the mountain,

screaming out my lungs.

I have so much energy,

and yet,

I am so tired,

just so god damned tired.

I don’t hurt.

Not like before.

I ache.

A dull, lasting, resounding ache

that reverberates through my bones.

Oh, how it all feels so…

wrong.

It has been a good day today,

and yet,

I am exhausted.

Down there in my core

nothing awaits the rising or the setting of the sun,

no thing at all.

Missed Call

Not a whole lot to say today, friends. I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day! Please enjoy the poem !

Missed Call

That’s what gives you hope?

The stinging, ringing feeling

of some unknown isotope.

Always leaves you reeling.

A good man, you say.

Do you know what that means?

Those words…

How deep they cut.

I hope one day

for a cushion

instead of a knife.

I hope to lie in peace,

perhaps,

rather than on a bed of nails.

Always poised

as if to be struck.

Now what kind of life

does this one make?

What kind of life

does this one take?

Broken and unbroken…

I don’t know how the pieces go together.

Maybe One Day

Good afternoon, friends. I’m always dreaming of the sun. I’m often dreaming of love and the future and what might be. Join me for a moment. Enjoy the poem today. I think you’ll like it. PS: I was just published in the first issue of Mind Swimmer! Go check out Julia’s website at https://smarellijulia.wixsite.com/mindswimmer!

Little Love Story

Is that what you want?

A love story?

You want to find yourself on a pier, set against the waves, awash under the light of the moon?

You want to lose yourself in those storied, starry eyes reflecting all your stories back at you?

Maybe one day.

Maybe one day you’ll sit there on the porch,

rocking back and forth

while the kids play inside

and the afternoon sun rolls over your tired old skin.

One day,

maybe,

it’ll all make sense

and you’ll wonder why

you ever worried at all.

One day

you’ll find your little love story.

Alone In The Dark (Maybe)

Are you alone in the dark? You can’t see, but you can hear, you can smell, you can feel. There’s something in there with you, waiting. Is it watching? Is it there for you? It might be… Maybe one day you’ll find out. Enjoy the poem, everybody! And don’t forget to check out the bottom of my home page where I have places you can donate to help support my work. Thanks everybody for reading!

Stuck in the Abyss

There abounds a sweet suffering,

tasting of milk and honey,

of maple and lilac.

Swimming through the syrup,

sticking to the sides,

knowing not what awaits

come march’s ides.

Sinking down into the sap,

right there down through the gap.

There abounds the dark abyss,

cold and black and viscous.

That feeling so stark.

How it feels

to be in the dark.

Can you hear the song of the lark?

Can you hear the song in the dark?

Symphony In Town

Do you ever hear that music? That wonderful music that glides and dashes over your ears when you least expect it? There’s a symphony in town. Be ready to hear it. Enjoy the poem, friends.

The Towers

Twin towers

protrude from the mold.

Their rust

and incontinence

lead men astray.

Hope to change

a world they can’t control.

Like a spectre,

their deeds are lost.

The sire sits upon that twin throne

begging to be pushed.

Their will be done,

into the pit you go.

Read that book about the lost,

find your things that you have lost.

Find yourself now to be lost.

They sit upon the liar’s throne

knowing but abandon,

no one to reprimand them.