julianacooper

Ireland

Published Work

00:37

You do not understand how long I have waited
To write this. 
You've made a fool out of me-
I read love poetry
Online, and found I could now quite
Enjoy it-
Not sparingly, as an isolated case of a dreamer
Who had once been played by dreamlessness;
It had been bleak,
To yearn, unpracticed or non-esteemed
And the mirror trusted me not. 

Those bruises stood me up. 
In my dreams- resting on dreamlessness-
A red branch scalded me silly. 
And where, do tell, had it struck
Once more?

I write this not to 
Smoulder the great loftiness of this meandering, scary 'adorning'
Between other such embellishments. 
I write this not to
Feed, at once, the beast in my stomach
Who interprets from a job well done
My trashiest self esteem

I write this for you-
Understand, still
That a slight of hand can be well practiced with vigour or nature
So as to malform intentions
Ones which I flatten...

00:37

You do not understand how long I have waited
To write this. 
You've made a fool out of me-
I read love poetry
Online, and found I could now quite
Enjoy it-
Not sparingly, as an isolated case of a dreamer
Who had once been played by dreamlessness;
It had been bleak,
To yearn, unpracticed or non-esteemed
And the mirror trusted me not. 

Those bruises stood me up. 
In my dreams- resting on dreamlessness-
A red branch scalded me silly. 
And where, do tell, had it struck
Once more?

I write this not to 
Smoulder the great loftiness of this meandering, scary 'adorning'
Between other such embellishments. 
I write this not to
Feed, at once, the beast in my stomach
Who interprets from a job well done
My trashiest self esteem. 

I write this for you-
Understand, still
That a slight of hand can be well practiced with vigour or nature
So as to malform intentions
Ones which I flatten...

My December Writing Competition 2018

Unknown To Myself

For fear of appearing vulnerable, perhaps, it would be best- should the option present itself- to veil what had formed the year’s developmental state and certainly the melancholy of a conclusion. During more than half the year this was absent but now I find myself marking it up to a defining action- when funnelling it all down to a single aspect, this is the one I dwell upon the most.
I see my boyfriend from time to time, who is the subject I had wished to leave out. I’ve failed, of course, because it rounds back up by his presence in another air, another house, a different part of the same town, the suburbia and dust and crematory cars(it’s a rough area, lest we forget the writer’s headspace) that burn up more willingly by his hands than mine. Where there’s a security there’s the opportunistic saboteur within myself who wants to coat me with blood. This was why the unrest...

Fourth of December

I could be that cloak
Shaken to dust

Adrift, unambitious
To match an avoidance
Of the poor woman's hand while it
Curls and beckons

Learn from me nothing
Holding still the cell
And when the bars lurgee

Learn instead from
Me
How to be
Nothing

My December Writing Competition 2018

Unknown To Myself

For fear of appearing vulnerable, perhaps, it would be best- should the option present itself- to veil what had formed the year’s developmental state and certainly the melancholy of a conclusion. During more than half the year this was absent but now I find myself marking it up to a defining action- when funnelling it all down to a single aspect, this is the one I dwell upon the most.
I see my boyfriend from time to time, who is the subject I had wished to leave out. I’ve failed, of course, because it rounds back up by his presence in another air, another house, a different part of the same town, the suburbia and dust and crematory cars(it’s a rough area, lest we forget the writer’s headspace) that burn up more willingly by his hands than mine. Where there’s a security there’s the opportunistic saboteur within myself who wants to coat me with blood. This was why the unrest...