Julia

Julia Nov 2011

Screaming threats across the kitchen,
teardrops falling on the floor.
Children hiding in the corner,
attempting to escape the war.
When the neighbors hear the yelling,
the police knock at the door.
They demand an explanation,
but they get one nevermore.
My friends and teachers are concerned,
it shakes them to the core.
I excuse his reckless behavior,
but I can't do this anymore.

Julia Nov 2011

Ode to a dreamer.

In the dreams of longing,
the dreamer hurts.
Knowing life is not this way,
here in dreams he cannot stay;
yet, these thoughts he attempts to avert.

Oh dreamer! Enjoy the fantasy!
Experience what life cannot bear
before your youth disappears,
before your joy turns into tears!
Dare to dream everywhere.

Julia Nov 2011

Thanksgiving. (ten word poem)

Escape the food flyin'
family
frenzy
that is my life.

Julia Nov 2011

Upstairs.

Slipping through my front door,
I've waited for this all day.
My shoes and coat
find their way to the stairs;
my gloves are put away.

I sneak upstairs,
trying not to be heard,
remembering those days
when being home was preferred.

Those days flew by,
and seemed like a scheme.
I visit them frequently,
but only in dream.

While I push thoughts away,
I hear my mom humming.
I try a small smile,
and new memories start coming.

Julia Nov 2011

Violin

Vibrating strings create
Intensely beautiful sound
Of artistic expressions.
Lullabies, filled with
Internal longings discovered.
N**ostalgia waves hello.

Julia Nov 2011

Monsters.

Monsters are so big and scary.
   They torment children, and adults alike.
      With their horrifying laughter, and putrid stench,
         They prey upon innocent, frost-like.
These are the monsters we expect,
   But these are not yet the worst!
      The biggest monsters masquerade
         As those with roles reversed.
Sometimes the ones we love the most,
   Are the biggest monsters of all.
      They get in deep, then rip to  shreds
         Our hearts, with a horrifying brawl.

Julia Nov 2011

I write because . . .

The words that pour from inside my head,
Are free here, releasing the dread.

No longer banging on my brain;
No longer driving me insane.

The expression that this poetry brings,
Lightens my heart, gives it wings.

My precious out-pouring of my soul,
Begins patching up the emotional holes.

For all who lack the time of day,
These words I write supply their say.

The world around inspires me,
Opens my eyes, and makes me see.

When I find myself without a choice,
These words I write give me a voice.