My name is Julia Burton. I’m 21. I started writing in middle school, when encouraged by a teacher who thought that I wrote well. I am from Lexington, Kentucky. I am also an artist, but am a student and still learning. I am looking for a publisher to publish my work, I am open to any ideas regarding the issue. When I write, I don’t have any pre-designed poem in mind, I usually just spit out the thoughts and emotions in my head. However there are the rare occasions where something I’ve designed in my mind makes its way to the page. I am inspired by humanity itself, and the swirling emotions surrounding us.
dancing in the sky, normal morning sun
mingled with
giddy laughter of friends
mulling around
as we moved through
Lights dull by day, horns and clowns
blazing the way
through this morning.
oh, this morning
I was rummaging, shopping for coffee mugs
when you were falling
descending a path
There is a call
my voice shaking as I answer
something begins to sink
so low inside of me
Stones to weigh down the time inside,
what is left
but a pile of fallen rocks
Placed upon the dingy earth
with nowhere left
to stand
I too, will fall
Small staggering streets
move beneath me, as we go to believe
the blurred masses, move around me
White walls glimmer bleach
the chaplain is waiting
to show me in
My mother is still as she
clasps your belongings
her face pale, we are all pale
we’ve called it.
The room expands,
then collapses
what?
To know the spark moves on
to feel empty
We huddle like broken sticks
gripping weakly the knowledge
of you
and the moment
How we did not see
what time so plainly could
what you told us
I know only
the missing you
I can’t forget now
coffins and sodden earth
rackets of grief
places you used to be
You are all around me now
lend me strength
to live
as you did
To live
without you
in the shadows
standing in the rain
Waiting for the sun
to rise