Julia Alfred

Joined June 2020

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I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.

A penny for my thoughts is worth it.

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Dear Old Man
Your brown eyes they look so distant and blue, As you sit there fumbling with the laces on your shoe. Your hands once so steady, tremble as they reach for mine.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
Songs She Sings
She sings sad songs. Sending smooth shivers. So sad. So sinful. Some shame she senses. So sad. So sacred. Shedding soulful skin she shuns.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
The Rat Race
We are born into a rat race, Encouraged to move and grow at our own pace. So we work and toil, Only to end back up in the soil.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
His Past Page
I am now but a page in his book. One he never got to understand. All the lack, All the resentment, He will never know.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
The Call
Call. Don’t call. I can’t call. You don’t know me anymore. I’m just some stranger on the telephone. Call. I hear the recurrent cues of a mind confused.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
Time
How fleeting it is, Neither still nor moving fast. Most cherished when past.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
Comfort Ties
It's warm brown eyes, And my lover's gentle touch; And our midnight whispers that I love so much. It's those long conversations between friends of years past,
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
Forgiveness
Check out Steve DiMatteo’s website https://www.americaisweird.com It’s something so simple, Or so we might think. That we may pray to all deities for,
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
Soulmates Are Real
We remember things that affect us, That leaves imprints and memories to bear. Like that strong tug on your heart by a stranger,
By Julia Alfred4 years ago in Poets
D Is For Dad
Dear Daddy, Tonight I sit to write about my ‘Hometown Hero’ which basically means I will be telling all your dirty tales to the world. I am laughing at having typed that but I am in inconsolable tears on the inside.
By Julia Alfred4 years ago in Families
Ghost Of My Past
You never really know grief until you’ve experienced it. I grew up in a large family where funerals and birthdays became the new family get together. It was a common joke that we were all so stubborn we refused even giving death a break. It’s not that I didn’t feel any sense of sadness when someone passed, I just became acquainted with death at such an early age that I came to accept it as a part of life. I remember this one time, after the passing of Grandpa Sam, asking my mother as she got me ready for bed
By Julia Alfred4 years ago in Fiction
Limited Screen Time For Adults
Screen time limitation has been a major discipline parents have been incorporating into their children's daily schedules and routines. It is major assist in balancing their virtual time with real time. Back in our days, it would be the TV and our parents would either yell at us to shut the TV off or not TV after certain hours. But back then, if you didn't own a DVD player or cable then you were left to watch the local channels which if they didn't have anything good on we would simply shut the TV off voluntarily.
By Julia Alfred4 years ago in Humans

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Dear Old Man

Songs She Sings

The Rat Race

His Past Page

The Call

Time

Comfort Ties

Forgiveness

Soulmates Are Real

D Is For Dad

Ghost Of My Past

Limited Screen Time For Adults

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