tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35282559499537068042011-10-08T23:34:02.534-07:00Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-25377984737253188042011-03-20T22:42:00.000-07:002011-03-20T22:50:03.266-07:00I ran to you in the night, through the grass and twigs. I ran to you with one thought. You opened the door and I came falling in. But we were not alone. Two others had followed. You said 'I'm glad they came because I don't know what would have happened if they didn't.'<br />A body fell in between us and I knew you felt the same. Wishing that it would be gone and have me next to your frame. I know this because you reached over and stroked my hair once in a while. When I reached over, you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let me go.<br />This went on for hours in the pitch black of the night. There were four of us really, but the other two were no where in sight.<br /><br />-On a night in the year 2001-<br />JXD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-2537798473725318804?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-23126657427708829192010-02-03T22:21:00.000-08:002010-02-03T22:23:25.356-08:00A lot of my older stuff sounds so much like AFI lyrics... yeeeaaaayyyaaa!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-2312665742770882919?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-77420615130649305802010-02-03T22:18:00.000-08:002010-02-03T22:20:59.445-08:00In a never ending dream, a land so vast and pure, the creatures look so beautiful. A whisper in the dark spoke of love and corruption. Of these things, some can not endure.<div><br /></div><div>2006</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-7742061513064930580?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-74999654844085967552010-02-03T22:13:00.000-08:002010-02-03T22:18:25.523-08:00<div>Search for that timeless anthem embedded in the mind. A life is just a race to get there. When it comes down, does anyone ever really find it or are we just kidding ourselves?</div><div><br /></div><div>2005</div><div><br /></div><div>screw you, I wrote that years ago. Do NOT use it as an excuse to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">criticise</span> my relationships. I just thought it sounded cool, so I decided to put it up.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-7499965484408596755?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-12656167498614449492010-02-03T21:51:00.000-08:002010-02-03T22:07:04.252-08:00Echos through the realm of time<div>Ring pure essence into my dawn.</div><div>I have emerged.</div><div>The new day hails a sharp contrast from shadows known.</div><div>This world, where the children cry</div><div>Has but one voice. Listen. Listen.</div><div>This world, where the innocent die</div><div>Unrecognizable to this so called human mind.</div><div>Watch as I unfold</div><div>I will soon take over, I will gain control.</div><div>Power and cruelty unto all</div><div>One mans voice may make them fall.</div><div>War stricken hungry dogs</div><div>Chained innocence tortured</div><div>Cruelty in the highest degree.</div><div>I am for seen. They have been for warned</div><div>There will be no more second chances.</div><div>The children cry. Listen. Listen. Listen.</div><div>This crowded, diseased world has little time.</div><div>I am strong. I will take flight...</div><div><br /></div><div>... They waited too long, the damage is done</div><div>I am here. I will touch all with my bloody hands...</div><div><br /></div><div>... All life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disintegrates</span>. What's left is dust.</div><div>All is calm. Quiet. New.</div><div>I evaporate on the air. Dawn with Doom. </div><div>The earth is free</div><div>A new beginning</div><div>Now.</div><div><br /></div><div>~Julia~</div><div><br /></div><div>"And what's left is nothing less than perfection." ~Davey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Havok</span>~</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-1265616749861444949?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-88944024966844761432010-02-03T21:46:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:51:07.601-08:00A quiet peaceful landscape<div>So roughly out of shape</div><div>It was beautiful in the past</div><div>And I remember when I saw it last</div><div>The beach filled with rocks and sand</div><div>The water dissolving, showing more land</div><div>Trees are growing where there were none</div><div>A new habitat has just begun</div><div>Everything is changing</div><div>The landscape re arranging</div><div>But I always come back year after year</div><div>Because this place means so much to me, I love being here.</div><div><br /></div><div>2006</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-8894402496684476143?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-1057228775837775602010-02-03T21:43:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:45:59.926-08:00You look out the window<div>Seeing the wind blow</div><div>Life's just passing you by</div><div><br /></div><div>Dreaming about something</div><div>But still end up with nothing</div><div>You wanna give it another try</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward to another life</div><div><br /></div><div>2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-105722877583777560?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-70305193908268410772010-02-03T21:30:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:42:13.911-08:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, lift me up off my feet and soar me through wilderness. Avoiding storms, enjoying light rain. Smells of freshness invade, intoxicate. A cool sun and a warm cloud. Rays of feel and fall for it. Glide warm rivers, sail soft clouds. <div>Steadfast everlasting fantasy.</div><div><br /></div><div>2007</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-7030519390826841077?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-5763779235094713522010-02-03T21:23:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:27:16.691-08:00Sometimes what I write may sound very dark.<div>Sometimes what I write may sound very fucked.</div><div>If you don't understand, look it up.</div><div>If you think I'm depressed because of some of what I write, </div><div>You clearly do not understand what imagination is.</div><div>Sometimes mine runs wild.</div><div>I like to write it down.</div><div>It paints a vivid picture.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-576377923509471352?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-7421573174063971902010-02-03T21:14:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:21:46.687-08:00I cry, my head turned sideways listening to the hum of vigilant placidity. Solitary in my existence, I am only a portion of myself. I've spent my whole life in a catacomb, with only the insignificant camaraderie of skittering insects. In these dank tunnels, the rancid flesh eternally lingers and seeps into my skin. I would cry out should anyone care to listen. Would anyone care to try? <div>This delusion seems so pragmatic. Watch me in my lugubrious state, it will swallow you whole. I will make you believe...</div><div><br /></div><div>2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-742157317406397190?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3528255949953706804.post-25472782331549929882010-02-03T21:05:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:10:47.865-08:00When the last flame of light goes out, we're left in a wallowing night. Soaring darkness soaks us in and all thoughts of escape swiftly dissipate as we embrace the tranquility and we taste the sweet nothing. The loathsome demons linger in the black, but they can't touch us. We are imperceptible. You held my hand and we danced through the enigmatic silence. Forever untouchable.<div><br /></div><div>2006</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3528255949953706804-2547278233154992988?l=inloudsilenceihear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073544163764562212noreply@blogger.com0