Julia Heussler

Joined January 2022

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Likes to make the world laugh but prefers cries, unmistakenly dyslexic, hasn't drawn a perfect circle yet

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The winners pool
Barely a woman barely a fool barely anything other than cruel barely a wizard barely a king barely a rich’s man favorite kin
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
Gently speaks the fool
an eight-word poem a ten sentence fool have come together on the bagpipes that rule the rising of the glistering sun
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
Days in the academy
Hope is the only thing not to contextualize empty words and empty letters no reasoning behind an unearned gain no meaning, no pictures
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
Growing up - my fear
Hope you can forgive my bluntness, my sense of despair, my thoughts are still young, my eyes are still clear hope you can forgive my blistering fear
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
Turtles made of stone
Where love is for beginners, Where turtles turn to stone Where peace is everlasting Where war is a winter storm Where truth turns into a liar
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
Let mothers pray
I like to cry myself to sleep in the early morning hours I like the sound of steel pressing on empty flowers I wish for better days
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
The ghosts of empty hallways
Tonight in an empty mall, the ghost will come to life they tell us stories recklessly about Odysseus and his wife
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
There still is time for dreams
I still hope for a better world where paradise is lost I still hope for another breath I know my life is lost I dreamt of a foreign land
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
On longing for a broken past
Scanning through my faded memories, only to be left in fear From my dry eyes rolls too sudden down a juvenile tear
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets

Julia Heussler

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The winners pool

Gently speaks the fool

Days in the academy

Growing up - my fear

Turtles made of stone

Let mothers pray

The ghosts of empty hallways

There still is time for dreams

On longing for a broken past

Stories (9)