My Poetry: #9

Today I’m sharing a poem with you that’s the 9th in a collection I’m currently working on (hence the title).  As usual, this poem is pretty open to interpretation, so feel free to reflect and come to your own conclusions.  I would love to hear them in the comments! Enjoy.


I am a dark child

Wolves teeth, steel heart, black eyes, lightning breath, hair that hangs

like weeping willow tears –

all wrapped up in paper skin

not porcelain (like those other girls who live in mirrors)

but paper.  All the words lay waiting on my skin.

Some have been beaten in.

All the words are breathing on my skin.

Some have been beaten in.

And me – dark child, child of night, child of the lights that burn

when they sky has closed its eyes –

me – with words that breathe and wait, that paint my body with

vowels and consonants, nouns and pronouns, verbs, and all their

commanding action –

most often can find nothing to say.


Thanks for reading.

– Julia


My Poetry: Dreams Piled On Dreams

Valentine’s Day is tomorrow? Hmm.  I’m writing poetry instead! Please enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments!

“Dreams Piled On Dreams”

Dreams pile on dreams

all silver and grey

like stars in the night

a lifetime away

Some burn and die

while others hold on

they cling to the vine

and forget to be gone

But people remember

They stop raising their eyes

They only look down

They abandon their skies

But when time’s at its end

The silvery beams

Will still last undying

Dreams piled on dreams

My Poetry: “Roots” and “Your Gift”

I’ve got not one poem for you today, but two! The first one is called “Roots” and the second is titled, “Your Gift”.  As usual, feel free to interpret in anyway you like and let me know what you come up with in the comments! I would love to discuss these and my other poetry with you.  Enjoy!


You’re never going to see this tired bind of flower dreams

Blossoming inside my head

and behind my eyes

and between my lashes

That spread their grasping roots through every nerve

so even my fingertips are thirsting for your rainfall


Alright, after you’ve gelled with that one for a second, here’s the second one.

“Your Gift”

everything that’s ever made you break

and anything that’s made you come undone

all the pieces torn up in your hands

and all the threads that ever came unraveled


I don’t just want your sunny day

and I don’t just want the easy smiles

the way you laugh and look at me

and when your heartbeat matches mine


I want everything you have

give every joy and pain and last goodbye

it’s not a pretty present

but it’s beautiful to me


So what did you think? All writers need feedback.  Let me know in the comments and, as always, thanks for reading!

– Julia




A Creepy Halloween Poem By Yours Truly

Ohmigosh, Halloween is only a day away!

In the wake of my insane excitement for one of my favorite holidays, I’ve written a creepy, gothic poem that I hope you guys enjoy! I also hope it freaks you out a bit.

Just to reiterate what I’ve said before, I’m not goth! To quote Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice, I myself am strange and unusual and this is reflected in my writing.  So in case you’re picturing me like this:


Here’s the poem.

“Flesh and Steel”

The day I tried to laugh

And blood fell off my lips from the effort

Was when I knew I wasn’t right

So I looked inside and saw the machine


It whirred and smoked and roared and hissed

Greased by blood that was not red

— but black — black like oil coursing through my veins


And then I saw my heart hanged on a chain

One side was beating crimson, while the other

— I almost could not bear to look —

was cold and steel

Draining all my light away, choking it

with what I could not feel


I know, I know, it’s dark.  But I like creepy stuff and it’s almost Halloween! I’ll give you a poem about unicorns next time.

Thanks for reading and have a happy and safe Halloween! Let me know what you think about the poem in the comments below!


My Poetry: Come Home Little Girl

Today I felt like sharing another of poems with you all! It’s a little long, but if you take the time to read it, I’d love to get some feedback!

“Come Home Little Girl” was a completely random thing that came to me at like 1 am…I get inspired at the weirdest times.  Feel free to interpret it as you like! Here’s another glimpse into the dark part of my imagination.

“Come Home Little Girl”

Once I knew a girl who got lost in her head

Dreaming up demons she did not know

Never knowing where to go

Come home, little girl, come home


Every day was a change in reflection

Daughter, liar, rebel, friend

Lover, dreamer, real, pretend

Come home, little girl, come home


And all at once her voices started screaming

Every painted face awake

She felt herself begin to break

Come home, little girl, come home


The girl I knew put on her veil

And smiling, buried her faces down

Deep in her skin, on dying ground

Come home, little girl, come home


I saw how easily her heart could change

How every time it stopped or broke

A new one rose from hazy smoke

Come home, little girl, come home


Year after year and she’s still at war

Where her voices and her faces rage

Some fight for freedom, some love their cage

Come home, little girl, come home


I once knew a girl who was lost in her head

I want to give a lamp to guide her

To rise above the selves inside her

But she’ll only light the pyre

Let it burn up in her fire


Little girl I used to know

Come home, little girl, come home

– Julia

The Writing Process: A Presentation in GIFs

If you couldn’t already tell from my previous posts, I love GIFs.  That being said, I decided to make another one featuring GIFs that highlights the super-fun writing process! *insert sarcastic thumbs-up here* Let’s get started!

One day you’re just sitting there like

When suddenly inspiration hits you like

So you rush to your computer like

And start typing like a crazy person like

Then you lose track of time until you fall asleep and you wake up like

And at work/school you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve written like

So you finally get home all excited and ready to write like

When suddenly writer’s block hits you like

And you sit there staring at the screen and panicking like

So you desperately type out something, anything, like

But when you read it back its bad and you’re just like

You convince yourself that you’re terrible and sit there like

And you brand yourself a failure like

So you don’t write for a while and spend your time procrastinating like

Until one day you buckle down and write something and it’s actually pretty good and you feel like

And you tell yourself that you’re going to stay motivated and keep writing like


And when you finally finish it looks like

– Julia

A Poem For Writer’s Block By Sir Philip Sydney

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It’s been one of those days.  Those inevitable days when absolutely nothing comes to mind as a writer.  Frustrating? Unbelievably so.  As I sat here searching for something halfway decent to write, I remembered a poem I had read in my poetry class last semester (in case you haven’t been able to tell so far, I really liked that class).  Written by Sir Philip Sydney, the poem is about someone trying to write a love letter but is unable to do so because of writer’s block.  It’s one of the most relatable poems as a writer and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did!

“Loving In Truth”

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,

That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain,

Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,

Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,

I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:

Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,

Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow

Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.

But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay;

Invention, Nature’s child, fled stepdame Study’s blows;

And others’ feet still seemed but strangers in my way.

Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:

“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”


– Julia

My Poetry: The Lonely

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I thought that I would share another of my poems with you guys today.  Yay for you! Just kidding.  Anyways, it’s called “The Lonely” and it’s one of my favorite poems that I’ve written.  It’s a bit on the depressing side, but before you suggest that I be heavily medicated, relax.  It’s not written from my point of view.  I’m not sure why, but my poems usually tend to not be about me.  Maybe I need to get the whole “tortured artist” thing going on before I can be interesting enough to base a poem off of? Whatever the reason, here is “The Lonely” and I hope that I can hear the sound of your virtual snapping once you’re finished. 

“The Lonely”

In his house
my tiny house
on my street
this broken song
goes through my head again and again
starting over
just like me
but both of us play out the same
and all I’ve ever known and am
a tired encore that never ends

– Julia

Why I Love Being A Night Owl

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I am not a morning person.  Night time is where it’s at! There’s lots of reasons why I love being a night owl, including the feeling that I can be more productive at night.  Like writing this post at 11:00 pm…

1. The day’s stresses are behind me.
I don’t know about you, but as soon as I wake up I tend to go through a mental checklist of the things I need to get done that day.  Obviously, there’s an amount of stress that goes into our daily lives and that’s not necessarily bad, but who likes stress? At night, you can usually just unwind after getting your work or homework finished for the day.  You can curl up with a good book, watch a movie or a tv show, or play a video game to give your brain a little break. It’s the most refreshing part of my day, and where I can take the time to relax and play Disney Infinity even though the SAT is looming on the horizon…

2. It’s the most reflective and introspective part of day. 
Whether you had a good day or a bad day, going over it mentally at night is always an excellent habit.  Why? Because we can ask ourselves honest questions (Did I do something good for someone else today? Was I impatient or short with people?), examine our behavior, and then go from there.  For example, if you remember snapping at your little brother or sister, you can get a picture of the areas that you need a little more work in.  If you remember calling your grandmother and asking how she was doing, you might try to make a good habit out of it.  Praying and making the Act of Contrition at night is an essential part of my day and reminds me of God’s mercy for all my mistakes!

3. Night time is when I feel most productive.
Almost everything I’ve ever written (besides this blog), I’ve written at night.  Daytime just does not work for me.  There’s too many things going on and too many things that I could be doing to distract me from writing.  Night is when you can collect any inspiration you may have found during the day and jot it down.  It’s quiet, peaceful, and other than the internet there isn’t much to distract you.  Trying to stay awake while writing at night, however, is a different story…

4. It allows you to spend some time alone.
This one may sound odd, and I’m not trying to advocate the ever-annoying “me-time” thing, but being comfortable just being by yourself is an imperative lesson to learn.  I love my friends so much, but that doesn’t mean that I have no idea what to do with myself when they’re not around.  I don’t have to be texting somebody all of the time.  I’m also not saying that you should just lie in bed and analyze your entire life down to the smallest detail (I have a teensy-tiny overthinking problem…it happens), but sometimes the alone time you get at night is a great opportunity to get to know yourself a little better.  You can keep a journal to collect all of your thoughts, take some time to pray, or even blog like I do.  It goes hand in hand with the second item on the list, and can do wonders for your sense of self and peace of mind. 

Night time is awesome, even for people like me who don’t party all night like every single person on the radio.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do everything I procrastinated about doing during the day — oh, I mean relax. 

– Julia

A Beautiful Quote For Readers And Writers


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Just a little mini-post today, but I thought I would share this quote with you all.  It’s so beautiful, and anyone who has a favorite book can say the same.  Heck, if you’re not reader, then I don’t know what else could make you want to become one more.  Enjoy the quote, make a cup of tea, and go grab your favorite book!

– Julia