Juliana Burbank

I am an aspiring author, and I love writing fiction, fantasy, poetry (it is usually about real life experiences or sad stuff). I love reading, and I want to have my own business, and I hope to be inspiration to others and receive inspiration. I am currently writing a book. I love kotlc, Hunger games, ect.

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Me, You, My Bff, And Yours

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Diamonds are beautiful,

But they are also strong.

You and I are beautiful,

But we are also strong.

Just like Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck,

You and me belong,

Together,

Best friends forever.

Or so I thought.

Now you have gone to her,

And call her your bff,

Not knowing how much it hurts.

But I guess it's my fault,

In a way,

For leaving,

Even if it wasn't my decision.

And,

In another way,

I'm ...

Poetry

A War Hero’s Lament

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Maybe things have changed,

Maybe not.

All I'm sure of is that _I_ have,

And that there is no going back.

As I enter the small apartment,

The only noise I hear in the quiet room

Is the squeaking of my boots.

Just like I expected,

No one here.

The war, a terrible, horrific event,

But I look back at it with fondness,

because, for once in my life, I wasn't alone.

They call me a war hero,

And...

Poetry

Freedom

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

There are many different versions of freedom,

Greeting a phone,

Staying up late,

Having a boyfriend.

To me,

Freedom is a feeling that you get when you feel free.

It's when you feel unstoppable,

When you feel like your age doesn't matter.

Freedom can be staying home alone,

Watching an R-rated movie,

Or even having extra time on your Ipad.

To me,

Those things can wait.

Freedom is publishing my b...

Poetry

Desires And Regrets

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

If desires are a flame,

Then I am a wildfire.

If a book is a lifetime of unwanted drama,

Then I am a series.

If a wave is dangerous,

Then I am the ocean.

If expectations were physical things,

Then I'd need a house to fit them all.

If all my tears were collected,

Then I'd need a planet.

If love is supposed to bring me up,

Then what’s love?

If leaving hurt less,

I'd do it more often.

If obeying ...

Poetry

Prologue

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

The girls and I had been meeting at the park every Tuesday after school to share the drama and today it seemed that even the trees were closely listening to the news that could make or break everything.

“Taylor? Do you want to start?” Maddie asked me, her eyes curious and impatient.

“Umm… sure. I guess….” I answered nervously, and I felt all eyes on me. I hated doing this. People’s reputations...

Romance

YA fiction

❤️Fitzroy Avery Vacker❤️

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Note to readers:

Sorry Team Keefe Fans (not sorry)

Earbuds in.

Lying on his bed, completely still.

He only listens to music that resonates with him, that matters to him.

Silent tears.

The only way to get away,

Because he knows nobody understands, not even _her_.

Sadness not acknowledged.

Anger shunned.

And for the others, it is always his fault.

Fame taken away.

Family betraying him.

And ...

Poetry

MDABOL - Prologue

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

“I knew I’d regret it if I didn't say it right now.”

“I can't. You know I can't…”

“Because you promised?” I yell hysterically. We'd been over this many times, and I respected him for it, but I could not keep going back and forth.

So I tell him, “This needs to end, Finn.”

I feel tears leaking from my eyes, falling down my cheeks as he says the words that I had feared for weeks. But as he says ...

Romance

YA fiction

Silence, A Priceless Gift

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Silence was a priceless gift.

One only I could understand.

Whereas some people enjoy talking on the train,

I sit by myself in solidarity to think.

When I go outside with my family,

My mother has my sister,

And my father has my brother,

And I like being alone to think.

But now, sitting at the desk,

I need noise.

I can’t be alone with my thoughts,

The thoughts that push me lower, into a pit of ...

Poetry

Is It Real, Or Is It A Game?

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Is it real,

All those looks of admiration?

Or is it a game,

To see how hard she falls?

Is it real,

That you want to know her name?

Or is it a game,

So you can tell them who it was who fell?

Is it real,

Going out of your way to be near her, to see her?

Or is it a game?

Tell, please,

Is it real, or is it a game?...

Poetry

The Face I Might Never See Again

Juliana Burbank

1 min read

Your face.

I never saw enough of it.

But when I did, you saw me for who I was.

And I loved you for that.

Your face.

I should have said something before it was too late.

But when I saw your face, I could not remember who I was,

Let alone why I was there.

And I loved you for that.

Your face.

I should have talked with you more often.

But when we did, I did not have to pretend.

And I loved you for ...

Poetry

Romance