julzkat
julzkat
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julzkat · 1 year ago
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A Stranger Turns
Smiles dance on my lipsDelighted to findMatches in memoriesPlaying snap in my mindYour eyes see old youthAnd the years fall awayLaughing at proof we rememberBut there is still much to sayHear stories of lifeThat have taken their tollSee changes time etchedBeyond your controlYou run fingers through hairNow ribboned with greyAn age bestowed honourSnaps me back to todayI wonder who I am to youAnd if…
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julzkat · 1 year ago
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Breathe
Dirty secrets in tragic blackLike a hole in the dark ashamed to be foundAnd eats me slowly insideEyes squeezed so tightlySo I hide while you seek your happyAnd pretend it’s all I needAn empty chasm at nightScared and alone silently screamingFaking a smile with wet eyesIn the numbness I felt a touchIn the cold and dark an explosion of heatLost in sensation unresistedHeads tossed back to the…
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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Beauty Is skin deep But my skin is broken You stare And you fear That my will is beaten Saving me Setting me free Is your intention And sadly There are some That need this attention
But I’m not one
My body Shows it’s colours Like the depth of the ocean My heart Pumps its blood Not just in throws of devotion Where my touch Meets my skin Leaves a reminder behind Whispers Of history For explorers to…
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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Hill Alone
There’s a solitary strength In the figure on the hill From the darkness they emerged Like shadows separating to stand still
I came up here to think Now contemplating you A distraction from my own thoughts Wondering if you come here for the view
I can handle being alone Its being lonely I’m afraid of
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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Damp Glitter on Dacron Hills
Steaming mug in hand, I swing my feet onto a moving floor that purrs in readiness
Destination selected from days before on an intelligent map that argues with memory
So early that darkness lingers punished for its stubbornness by piercing headlights
Liquid comfort devoured as defense against the fog threatening hostile takeover
Passing smallest places proclaiming we’re still here with a proudly…
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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Are you on my level?
I think the worst thing about being an adult is finally realising that there are many levels of friendship and your best friend may be YOUR best friend, but you might not be theirs.
The horror of the knowledge and all its opportunities for unanalysed past events and untold future embarrassment, right? But also the hope of that knowledge and all its opportunities for future happiness.
The passage…
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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What Hospo Workers WISH you wouldn't do!
What Hospo Workers WISH you wouldn’t do!
Its New Years Eve and its a huge night out in town tonight. A lot of people hit the bars desperately seeking their PERFECT big night out from the champagne pre-dinners to the cocktail clubbing, they want it all. It got me thinking both about how much I miss it and how glad I am to not be working it. Yes both at once, haha. See here’s the thing. I was a Hospo Worker and I loved it. Its hard work…
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julzkat · 6 years ago
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Just a day... with a date that matters.
Just a day… with a date that matters.
Today is just a day… and it’s also not. It starts like any other, groaning as I lean over to turn off the alarm ringing incessantly. I peel the blankets back and slip out into the brisk air, careful not to bump my beloved cat Muesli. He opens an eye at me and meows, I kiss him on the head and head to the bathroom.
I had caught sight of the date when I checked my phone but was trying not to think…
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julzkat · 7 years ago
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Tears for Jack as we say Goodbye.
I remember when we first got Jack. He could sit in the palm of my hand, perfectly miniature in every way and the cutest thing I have ever seen. Until of course we had to start toilet training and the constant battles of where we wanted him to go and where he actually went while grinning like it was a big joke. It was hard not to love him. Even when he was naughty we would usually end up in…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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Bruising. It's a literal pain in my butt. 
Bruising. It’s a literal pain in my butt. 
My bleeding condition is usually just a mild annoyance, affecting my life only in a “ok. So it’s long sleeves and jeans for a week while those bruises heal” kind of way. Not today however, today it’s affecting me in the ‘I hate my bloody body!’ kind of way. I have a bruise on my butt that is huge (TIM? Strap in folks it’s getting cosy) and makes it almost impossible to sit in comfort. Cross…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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Counting down to Quitting 
So… I’m quitting my job. Technically I’ve already quit. I handed in my notice over 3 weeks ago and have been patiently waiting and working hard until my release.�� Where am I going? Nowhere. I’m going to be one of the daring who follow a creative dream with reckless abandonment of practicalities. Who needs to eat when I’ll have music and laughter!  We’ll sort of anyway. Truth is that I’m a wee bit…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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About Julz
I’ve always had a deep love of reading and writing, as I’m sure you do too. I have a love of socializing, having as many awesome experiences as possible with great friends as well as meeting new people. I’ve also been told that I talk too much, it’s because I have a lot to say! So thinking what else I could do to be completely self indulgent and also do what I love, I stumbled onto this website.…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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The Nights of a 'Rockstar'
The Nights of a ‘Rockstar’
I live a dream life, I get to spend nights singing live in a covers band with friends. When people think of my life, they see me in full makeup, killer outfit and belting out lyrics with 3 lovely lads absolutely rocking out. I’m knocking back whiskey and I’m laughing and having fun. In those moments, for just a second, I feel so bright that I could almost sparkle. However, that’s the only thing…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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I'm terrible at love ...or is that incurable?
I’m terrible at love …or is that incurable?
I’m terrible at love. I’m not entirely sure that I’ll ever get the hang of it. I suppose it doesn’t really help that I seem to be an incurable romantic. I am always rooting for love and I cry in all the movies. When I daydream about love, it’s always in images from stories, picnics in a field of flowers, romantic candlelit dinners, and night walks by the water holding hands. Yes, I know I’m…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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Chapter 2: The Next Day
Chapter 2: The Next Day
The bright light of curtains being opened makes the inside of my eyelids glow orange and oh god, it hurts. I hear myself groan as I reach for the blankets and pull them back over my head. This is why I don’t drink on a night before work, I’m always completely useless. I even feel a little sick to my stomach which is unusual but I remember the apricot pizza and the taste flares up in my mouth and…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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Chapter 4: That Scan
Chapter 4: That Scan
Sitting in the waiting room, I’m still vaguely annoyed that Paul isn’t here. Remembering the conversation this morning and how unexcited he was. “They don’t even tell you the sex at the 12 week scan, Loretta. It won’t be any different from the last one. You don’t need me there.” he replied exasperated with my badgering, trying to read the paper while he chewed down his toast. “But Paul, it’s our…
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julzkat · 8 years ago
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How to be a Good Flatmate
I went to the bank after I sold my first and probably only home I’ll ever own. The plan was to find out how long it would be until I could buy my own. The answer… never. Single woman are not top of the home loan lending list and the dream was now forever out of reach. So I looked at houses to rent, with the prices in Wellington and a meger income to use, living alone meant living miles away or…
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