Julie Park Poems

I fought with myself. I, myself fought with me.
In the mirror, a fist, not a kiss, my face did meet.
I counted on both hands; I have ten fingers to beat.
When fighting with myself, my own fists beating me.
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Pepsi Cinicola/PIB Lakemore

While thinking of being there, I realized that I wasn’t.
As, it is here, that I am, thinking, of you.
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If you want to play, you go buy yourself a silly doll.
My mania is not for your arts and entertainment.
Why do you think I have to erect these high, stone walls.
Don’t think my last name is Park for your amusement.
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The First Thing
Time has seemingly stopped, for me.
I want to be your little sister, forever.
I want to follow you around, doing everything that you do.
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In the eye of my storm
Where all of the doctors, they lay
They look down into my clouds
They test and medicate my brain
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I live inside of your looking glass
I come from inside of you
I am your silent voice of reason
I am your reflection, reflecting me, too
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