Lady Julianne's instant and personal poetry

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This page will be updated every so often<3 Read Lady Julianne’s motivational poetry pieces below.

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Berries at picnics

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a poem to get you out of your comfort zone

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My comfort zone & I share berries at picnics 

Comfort is a blanket

When i am under her 

numbness clouds me 

And there are always

Stars in tons 

gazing down at us 

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I try to lift the cloth 

To gift my eyes a bit of light 

& she never allows me to look 

when daytime comes,

I awake 

She’s gone 

There are only 

sticks laying 

I’m stuck gazing 

At a fire 

that 

refuses to burn

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When my comfort zone comes 

back she’s got a bucket of berries 

And we eat together 

Letting the juice 

Flow down our chins 

As we grin 

we get cozy again

She puts her blanket over my head 

And then tells me that this

is love 

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Its a funny story really 

Because i am berry belly filled 

To the brim 

And yet I am starving 

And I am blanket cozy infused to the nines 

And yet i am freezing 

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Theres a dream i have

I don’t ever tell  

my comfort zone about 

One where instead of eating berries 

I have a feast of fruit on a platter 

Brought to me by my own matter 

One where instead of finding worms 

In the seeds 

I become the cocoon 

That keeps it evolving 

And evolving 

Until i am the butterfly 

With berries for eyes 

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I find my comfort zone 

A bit confusing really 

Because when I put the cloth down 

To wander into 

the forest 

I come upon a hive of 

Fireflies 

And they never 

asked me permission 

If they could glow 

It was just their natural way

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Like a volcano that erupts 

Without asking Everest what her opinion is 

I don’t remember hiking- 

And noticing​ the daisies 

laying- 

next to the roses 

dying-

because the red was too much 

They keep their core a flow 

Because the forest needs their seeds

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And I ask you 

While you’re searching for pines 

To turn to maples   

If Fuji didn’t know her worth 

Would she have really grown to be that able? 

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It seems to me 

Fireflies 

fly with a knowing in their skulls 

That glowing is just how they arrive 

At the gate 

That when they burn out 

on the last leaf 

They slept on 

The tree welcomes it 

Then allows what doesn’t shine 

To fall

And you’re still in the forest 

Searching for the truth of it all 

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Pines don’t turn to maples 

With a simple desire 

You must take your passion 

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Act like adrenaline 

She is here 

And her job is to rise 

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Understand 

Why blankets were never that appealing to fireflies 

And why you’ve never heard

fuji and Everest in the same sentence.

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My comfort zone and i share berries at picnics 

She brings them in a basket 

That was woven by disguise

So when i pick one up to eat 

I notice the light inside 

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I stole the berries from her 

left her starving 

Till she died 

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Now i’m on mount fuji 

Using sticks to build a nest 

The best advice i ever received 

Was follow your soul 

And fuck the rest 

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There’s a bush

Here i sit 

Its filled with berries 

to my right

I pluck one for a bite 

I am slow with my chew

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Because 

the berries always taste better 

When they’re planted 

By you

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Lady Julianne

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Justice

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a poem to inspire confidence after abuse in childhood

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Mark my words 

There will be justice 

I  address 

 mishandled misfits  

It’s been an  unfair trade from the beginning 

For you 

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I was 2 

back of the van 

the man with the same birthmarks as I 

puts his hands on the wheel 

the air of 

alcohol 

&

chocolate

Fill his throat 

I am 2 with an intuition 

I must’ve known safety in a past life 

because this isn’t it 

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I was 7 

carpet  floor 

if he screamed any louder I’d sink to the roots of my great grandfather’s ashes 

& grow fly traps that plead for him to stop 

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a towering skyscraper scrapes over my lashes 

right over the shell of me 

for a 2nd grader, I really was cruel

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I was 12 

bathtub 

head  in my knees 

praying for a flat hand 

an hour alone

a moment of uncomfortable peace 

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I am not allowed to leave this spot 

So I will trace the crevices of the wall 

In familiar numbness 

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I was 16

The beginning of my throat opening

the self help book laying under my pillow 

and a dog named lifeline

 “I deserve help” i thought  

a brutal lesson indeed 

Dammit, 

If only the marks had stayed 

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I was 17 

My collected items living at friends places 

They were ready to go & so was I 

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I was ready to 

thrive

strive

materialize 

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my logic – 

how kind of a friend, she knew I wouldn’t be numb forever 

She knew my body would certainly catch up

 like a little sister

 or a young baby 

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I turned 18 

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Graduation 

Birthday 

Talks with 

Bankers & police 

The hardest part is over 

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I-

like every human should be 

 am finally free

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&

mark my words 

There will be justice 

I thought 

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So i screamed to the skies to let my spirit and my anger collide 

there  were teens in love this time, no keeping them apart

Unless they both were to die 

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my favorite thing to do was think back at all the times I was naughty

That one time he tried to scare me with his eyes and I got centimeters away and told him to try me

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the stolen chocolate I kept from his room 

the memories I had that he did not know of

The money I saved for the car that parked outside my new home 

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This is what justice looks like 

I thought

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So I let “justice” guide me until it got old

The identity of me was far, bare, stone, & cold 

So I sat with my feelings like they were my friends

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My love for my father was real weather his was, really depends 

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I am 

I am 

I am what I think &

I chose to think 

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Justice looks like remembering 

Justice looks like running away 

Just to come right back home to my worth 

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You see

I used to be what happened to me 

I used to wear it on my sleeve in the form of scars 

I was a nervous ball of fire one wouldn’t touch without a burn 

With smoke filling my throat then filling rooms of those undeserving 

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So I swallowed the smoke & let my body bathe in her 

I sank into the dirt like a seed in need of roots & like the messiest kind of fungus I spread & 

Met my welcoming 

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Justice is 21 now

Alive and breathing into my ink 

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So I’ll speak to who found this message  

to tell you

 your identity has more   

You think you can’t survive 

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honey, you survived war

You are a miracle 

You are light 

You can burn it in your core

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Scar tissue grows 

letters create scars 

to the tune of 

your alchemy 

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Hated by the devil 

Is a compliment 

To your light 

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Chin up 

Shoulders back right into the cold 

& Justice will be 

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There will be a day 

when a million ‘one days’ 

become today 

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So find it in your tired soul 

reach for what is hurting  

It’s in your body after all 

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You own it now 

In what ways will you use it now 

Don’t abuse it now

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You are an endless stream of love sourcing through others & your name is Justice 

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find

What is  good

What is real

What is tasty 

& if you can’t find what that is  

snap it into existence with pretend play 

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it will be real 

It will be real one day 

do this 

So we  can have justice as a collective 

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Don’t tell yourself to “become” anything: 

because words like becoming and became 

are slander to your name 

You don’t need to become anything 

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your worth has & will 

always remain the same

Mark my words it will be 

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Your love will become what we need 

justice starts with you planting

Awaiting the growth of your seed 

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You could stay a victim 

An ego like yours,  doesn’t need to win 

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Do you embody it in your mind

Do you embody it within? 

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Mark my words it will be 

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You do not have to take advice from me

I am a stranger on a stage 

Used to be a ball a shattered rage 

But if my point gets across 

Despite my young age 

That your definition of power 

Is deconstructed, rearranged 

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Then mark my words there will be justice

Justice will be on the balcony staring into the mist with wings 

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Justice will be your buoyant child knowing freedom as it is & freedom to be 

Justice is the third eye that finally learned to see 

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Justice will be 

Justice will be 

Justice will be 

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Your pain will sink deep into you  

like it always does 

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when your footsteps graced this earth honey 

 justice already was

–

Lady Julianne

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We Ballroom Dance

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a poem for those with anxiety

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My fear & I, we ballroom dance 

I put my hands on her hips so she feels safe 

while her shaking knees follow me across the floor 

we move & we sour 

I am her warmth 

she is my roar 

but the last time I felt her, I nearly lost this life  

You see, we were on our way to the ball

decked out in vintage beads 

hands on my knees as she rode me across the street 

& I didn’t even notice her claws in my hands 

so when we appeared on the curve outside 

I turned and nodded  

all she needed was love   

I didn’t learn this from my parents 

I learned this from above 

you see, my fear was so begotten

by the red in the streets 

even if

 she was so delicately, and beautifully,

smothered in beads 

but my fear is no monster 

she is loving me in blue 

so I grab her hand, walking up the stairs 

 reminding her of what is true

send my love through my eyes 

till she finds her flow 

I tell her thank you for her service you can now lay low

A rhythm 

Some jewels 

A compassionate glance 

So once again my fear and I, 

Can ballroom dance 

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