Julia Alexander Poetry

looks at stars, not to wish, just to see [email protected]

[nevver]

Mirage, Leland Foster

[juliaalexanderpoetry]

between the flick of the light and the start of the dream

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october 15

i. the camera is sitting in the back of your closet, untouched, waiting for the spark that allows the creature to animate. ii. i grab the railing on the bus, knowing i shouldn’t be here, holding onto the hope that no one else will notice. iii. i could have left a hundred time already. i could have if i wanted to, if i needed to. i could have if you hadn’t let your anchor drop into the depths until it scraped along the bottom. iv. being stuck is not the same as being rooted. being rooted is not the same as having your wings clipped. being rooted is not the same as sprouting. v. in the middle of the night, the light from the hallway glows behind your bare shoulder. i try to sleep, but only dream of the world crumbling down around us, only dream of your lips discovering an untouched fold of skin.

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five thoughts #17

i. First kiss in your bedroom, I would be lying if I said I didn’t make a note of it and the way your hands on my hips felt like the first breath after a too long prayer. ii. I am learning that even the things I am given are only temporary. I’ll only take up space in your head for a few nights. iii. a naked girl reading Ginsberg in your bed. she’s just like the others even if you don’t want her to be. iv. at this point i am an expert at crying on the bus. other than that i don’t have much going on for me. v. Miss you already. I really do.

[juliaalexanderpoetry]

it’s my first day of school i got here way too early but i talked to a person and don’t feel as nervous 

[astagesetforcatastrophe]

I butterfly it like trout. Slide my knife through the mountain ridge of little bones. Lay it flat. Turn it over and over. And yes, I cried cleaning what we had. Found that exhaustion is looking hard for the hesitation in your voice like it is biological specimen. Or evidence. Like you becoming another thing not loving me back is part of some terrible crime scene.

astagesetforcatastrophe, butterfly the messages (via astagesetforcatastrophe)

[juliaalexanderpoetry]

i never post anything here anymore so here are some semester highlights

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i can't sleep and kevin is still away and i am always so bored but also busy and it's not a good look

[bostonpoetryslam]

Everyone remembers the weather when discovering a body. I think it’s perfectly natural to look skyward.

Tommy Pico, from “Nature Poem,” published in Public Pool (via bostonpoetryslam)

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:/

[lifeinpoetry]

Holes in the heels of socks, the white mute faces / Of unanswered letters, coffined in a letter case. / I shall not be accused, I shall not be accused.

Sylvia Plath, from Three Women (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-writers]

October sticks to my skin. I carry her around like lint. She asks for a poem, I give her the words I have left; ‘brief’, ‘amber’, ‘empty’

Donte Collins, ‘pumpkins & their smiling wounds’ (via wnq-writers)

[wolfandwoodsman-blog]

Why did the boys leave? Will they ever be back in town? Have they abandoned us? O boys, how I long for your return.

[juliaalexanderpoetry]

look how cute i was yesterday

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why does everything suck when kevin is gone

[tinyghosthands]

guided breathing exercise