Julia Smith on Making profit off of poetry
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tear out this heart, take it to the aching hearse
hang the coffin in the carcus of feeling
float a sanctuary around my waist,
then take me to the water to scream.
Thank you for reading! Also a thank you to the mighty Florence Welch for bringing back some of my creativity. Spending a Friday afternoon with ‘Lungs’ was both entertaining and inspiring. My first one of the year.
Friday 10th June 2022 9:27 pm
There is so much more to this.
The music does not make song
but the foetal space
amongst famous walls
filled with such au fait grief
and there a beast floats
to see the fear fleeting
on their new found face
in some unfailing destiny,
there she silently screams,
a flame away
God so violently benign
in his passive spirit-
He forges her-
to breath truly ...
Saturday 31st October 2020 1:44 pm
eight limbs lower so small and afraid,
a two limbed child chases your dance,
dragging their feet and fate to you,
but your step to a web is slow,
to small to catch the beat of their murder,
might they show mercy and turn it down?
for you to dance in silence.
Monday 28th September 2020 11:57 am
that boat on the coast croons the waves
whisking a dying infant in
a baptist sea for saving,
brought faith in God to save them,
a baptist sea for saving.
I see them from sand afloat-
a buoy in the water with chance
and such a sacred body
might sinking be belief-
to then arise them another-
Wednesday 29th July 2020 6:08 pm
this bizarre plea for that dystopia
dug here with slumber
which might sleep for friendship.
maybe creep and demise passing,
a prayer and an assembly,
me and God in his chamber,
a euphoric chalice
that grasps a spade to dig
but who am I to find such bliss in the anxious ground?
I take a spade and dig
but who am I to find such bliss in the anxious ground?
Friday 24th July 2020 6:52 pm
this mummifying is so glorious
give me the bandages to bury his face,
his closing caricature and the,
the one I desired to decorate
in seconds we slipped to the hours
holding jokes with steady smirks.
Sometimes I doubt we were sober
perchance drunk on endorphins,
fleeting his sorrow in airless punches,
ironic the satire we spoke fell flat,
spiked us stoned and still w...
Monday 1st June 2020 9:50 pm
Road by road I turn the car
and travel a phrase to a line,
move a sentence to plural,
then to verse to vent a thought,
but within the limit,
as speeding is futile anyway.
Sunday 31st May 2020 12:03 pm
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
those thoughts rage ripping the armour,
then to arrive at base under fire
ambushed and falling I slide to the trench,
not where men stood in their barricade boots-
not. like. this. at. all-
Aware this area I’ve been before
where fragments fester inside out
but not the bodies the fallen men,
not. like. this. at. all-
the forlorn cries thirsty turning mild,
there I see ...
Friday 29th May 2020 4:05 pm
you and your psychedelic phrases
did they plunge from your tailing tongue?
perchance I took breaths from the room,
exhaled, and put them back in your mouth
moving, placing my ear near your lips,
pausing for an air lick near my neck-
lifted eyelids and confusion
so, then the comfort could come
when I would speak your surroundings-
the bed, the door, and the soft sheet...
Friday 29th May 2020 4:04 pm
you crawl yourself forwards
wearing their feet
among spindled legs,
those limbs are anaemic
and cannot amble
the room into a door,
boughs teeming with another’s blood
it’s soft tissue from another’s film,
I follow it now-
see this copied onto
your corpse I might watch,
and see this stranger in the room,
and feel a stranger feign their face,
Friday 29th May 2020 4:02 pm
move a beat binding
two halves holding
the tailed ricochets
making rhythm this
we could equally,
elope a pre-set,
picking the pace-
a metronome dragging,
the default off-beat,
I steal the second-
with her heart beating-
with my hea...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 3:45 pm
in the room full of camera’s
unexposed photographs turn,
they do not stay still- how they breathe
to blur the printout- this memory,
you could not memorise- make new,
find another clear and clear your
mania from here, your camera,
stop pondering and pausing
for a better shot, searching
for the glare that will not give,
you cannot paste a glowing prism
to stick your...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 9:45 pm
typed see screens
print the rain
a hit and miss,
from the frame
dripping blue tunes
singing your stirs,
your memo implicit,
a reserved river,
dot, dot, dot,
dash, dash, dash,
for a euphoric tone-
do not shift back
up the drum glass
and hum hard these
run- down blue tunes,
Friday 1st May 2020 7:08 pm
direct your gaze skyward.
I see your eyes slip through
lens and the light shoot down,
orbit in your twitching
left to right,
left to right
panning light in soft night,
oxymoron of telescope
gathers perception -your feet-
fall here and your stare there
pinned to the pit of ground,
grate your phrase from fireplace.
put syllables in pen,
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:53 pm
drown in egoism.
how we forget – don’t.
for flicker- shift
this shell ashore,
revive the rolling
carcass and dissect,
drag that black heart
with the colour waves,
vanity that presses
with weight of our bodies-
we sunk like sinking
stripping skin for river,
wrapped with those oars
wallow, watch, wallow,...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 5:31 pm
Diverge from you’re doing.
for a second stray
away ignoring this,
that crag where you fill falls
feel them slip away-
the giver to that graph,
ignorance gives more,
still some distance
with no distance,
that you consider,
its callous, its false.
all the frolicking
to the long mute tune
the peril not here for you,
so still you shove peak,...
Saturday 11th April 2020 7:51 pm
Corners caress the bricks
breading that familiar shape,
in which to pace fingertips,
reimagine and fall
the abode of cliché,
the same smitten desires,
plotted here in prints of feet
the way they moved,
the way they moved,
the way they moved,
nostalgic tracks swoon you low
to the floor, roused but not here.
Friday 10th April 2020 8:37 pm
It has become an incorrigible habit
doing this, an innocent addiction
folding ashes to elegies,
pages fluttering to dust
slow parching of the paragraphs,
I consume prose and set it alight,
a morbid obsession,
a novelists jealously
but don’t jump to put it out
cast those ashes,
let them call me
to tacit thoughts that cannot still-
feed my munda...
Wednesday 8th April 2020 4:21 pm
Those shadows the epitome of time
let me bruise them so they cannot move,
make those pale moments clearer
in the light of the hurt-
a life no longer drenched
in shapes eclipsing the stopwatch,
now I can pause time when I want to
escaping the minutes for hours,
see the clouds in still shift,
alluding to an illusion
of some fading minute,
the hands of the clock skim ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 10:49 am
I have given many vowels
let me hyperventilate them
towards your eager resting ears,
and watch you comprehend tone.
but not with the drink beside your bed
but a verse that screams your unsaid words
in some ink of my reflections,
they bounce back at me in your words
crawled from some enzyme spit,
I catalyse those streaming lines
to the poem that dr...
Saturday 4th April 2020 8:58 am
Sat here again splaying the phrases
almost photographic, tapping minds
into my aged remarks letting frame
pictures grey those partitions wise,
but the room years pursuit for youth,
dragging that pen for a crayon,
drawing foetal scrawls on umbilical walls
confused written out in blind art,
too young to be theirs, too old to be mine.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:45 pm
That scenic chorus paints pride blended tears
as suspended droplets thrum euphoria
those watchers notice, its nuance foreign.
They’ve never heeded- never recognised
the harmony befriending delicate words
that welcomed wrung emotions on inches.
rare colloquial feelings pouring traces
left to the table.
The playing record that tugs at my arm
to appear closer, pulling at ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:00 pm
Perfection, a leaf stemmed
the art that bore a false familiar,
on that eager tree, tokens
fall like confetti birds swooping
cawing the monologues loud,
low down that traced path moves
with every step it scrapes feet
orchestrating flaws like song,
above nature watches deeply
in their crumpled mass, all rust
falling so fast from branches
Thursday 26th March 2020 12:08 pm
I could sense
in spun words
on print page
sold for pence
though veins of
like long fight,
Tuesday 17th March 2020 2:30 pm
eyes glaring beside
those ticks turn forward
floating in slow air
carried fast by words,
paired with gunshots paced,
in psychotic blood,
past flung like bodies,
those chants that fire hard,
Sunday 15th March 2020 7:55 pm
Those dulcet shadows
chased my figure,
dancing. a motif,
to end of those pages,
a requiem of endless sobriety
to those euphoric seconds
lost to me.
Tuesday 10th March 2020 8:18 pm
Moulded leather feet
marital as those laces unending
began to weave, dictating the vows
in material, aesthetically strung
beside my fingers,
the draping knot tripped
below my tough coat,
falling towards pavement,
unconscious and disregarding,
tiptoeing back to the perceived years
that are mine.
Saturday 7th March 2020 10:59 am
Witnessing their eyes glimmer,
as their lacerated heart was bleeding,
trying. I couldn’t pressure ignorance to clot-
blood pulsing while they leered,
the plasma seeping those callous headlines,
exhibiting grief in a page spread
with the hatred that slowly kills.
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:09 pm
Hands crept into the sleeve
as the buttons twisted
the shadow of cultural masculinity-
the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,
I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,
and iron the burns from my skin.
Saturday 29th February 2020 7:04 pm
Stars cloaked the fading pallet,
a shade turning black,
a backdrop to the scene
of ticking mind,
dusk becoming the sightless engineer
that oils those thoughts
colouring them to rust,
forced to start over.
Saturday 29th February 2020 1:36 pm
Those thoughts and minutes
eighteen phrases per sentence
drifts in structure
ending in a full stop.
ink imperfect to hand that writes those letters
unique iteration of every character
to create those precious words.
that might emulate forte
or just mirror
a persona on the crumpled sheets
bound in the acquainted book.
Thursday 27th February 2020 12:14 pm
Petals coloured beside the sunlight
solace to my eager eyes,
into the season familiar:
feet tracing the wet grass
soft and pacing, in the harmony of chirping birds,
liberated- for the spring let them sing.
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:08 am
A million moments.
to a picture,
mortality hung to an aged nail
wearing those seconds in coated amour.
a relic to all those too quick to cherish...
Friday 21st February 2020 4:19 pm
Rubber scrapes the soil
orchestrating a path
Watching tread copyright nature
with a flawed melody,
a percussion of leaves crunches beneath,
touching gales with a verse of words-
before the chorus fades.
Tuesday 18th February 2020 6:32 pm
perception shades a retina
eyes charcoal grey.
A blade poised to close them
and stopper a heart.
Thursday 13th February 2020 10:00 pm
drops of a thought
bleed, binding to thick paper,
soaked by restricted flow.
swirling in circles,
trademarking the page,
a hyperbole of constants
too damp to dry.
Thursday 6th February 2020 8:07 pm
Syllables paint the walls
a coherent mess
fumbling from corner to corner,
eroding my haven.
Skin scraped by sharp rhetoric’s
that bounce from surfaced stone,
hard and beating.
I want a smothering of hard plaster
to heal the wounds.
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:57 pm
fingers touching static glass.
Drunk with self-depreciating guilt
as eye's tap dance
in unison to a scripted feeling.
Ink tracing those familiar lines
cliched by experience.
this time with a heavier hand...
forged through fear,
now's the time to be brave...
Saturday 25th January 2020 7:48 pm
Those paperless pages at hands of fingertips,
turning, as ink scattered the first few,
a pen let lose intoxicated.
Three pages fabricated history.
a prologue to the priceless beginning.
Page four chapter one: two thousand and eight.
Sunday 12th January 2020 9:14 pm