Juliet Lauren is an aspiring author, award-winning writer, and published poet who also runs a creative focused YouTube channel. She is doing everything she can while also having no clue what she is doing. She believes in blueberry wine and ghosts. She wonders where the butterflies go when it rains. She puts tea packets in her vodka to show she's a sophisticated literary individual who also knows how to party, From what I've heard it's horrible.
Her mission in life is to make obscene amounts of money and scream the truth through her writing so she can donate to causes such as; improving and building extravagant luxury preschools, improving child mental health facilities, care, and mental health awareness and education, funding to start rudimentary life skills and financial education classes to high school students, funding to end sex trafficking and child slavery, funding to plant trees, improve suicide hotlines, build homeless shelters, fund the Black Lives Matter movement, eliminate aquatic garbage/plastic and restore coral reefs, eradicate the fur industry, and add more art museums, art centers, botanical gardens, planetariums, aquariums, soup kitchens, playgrounds, parks, and libraries to lower class neighborhoods. At least these are the things she wants to do so badly it keeps her up at night.
She writes about anorexia, PTSD, sexual abuse, healthy love, unhealthy love, family, death, grieving, mental health problems, and the absolute insurmountable beauty of life. She writes because if she doesn't she will get jittery withdrawal from the glittery heaven at the keyboard. She does not think clearly if she does not create art, beauty, and self expression whether that be through poetry, photography, Youtube, singing, and almost every genre of writing. She has to control the circus but the lion whips her wrists. She loves so many people, needs to take care of so many people, and has made so many promises to so many people so she writes for them and to them everyday until surgery. Did she mention that she's sorry? That she loves them? She thinks the carpal tunnel is worth this self expression and these presidential goals and she tweets obscenely under jadoremonamourr.
Her poetry and manuscript have been honored in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. You can read her poems and prose in Ghost City Press, Gold Wake Live, SkyIsland Journal, High Shelf Press, Anti Heroin Chic Magazine, Kissing Dynamite, Doghouse Press, Ember Chasm Review, Pine Hills Review, and forthcoming in Flapper Press.
Despite everything, she doesn't mind the term, "poetess," because that's probably the word Bukowski used.
When she isn't writing she frequents open mic nights, concerts, and libraries and tries to find inspiration in boys that are bad decisions and too many shots of espresso. You can find her on Instagram :) , Twitter ( PG-13/R-rated), and Youtube.
("I'm always high, sitting around with nothing to do. 'Til the stars align, and not the way I want 'em to. My mother calls me again. She lies awake in her bed, She's talking into the phone. I'm stuck on something you said. Don't stop believin' in me. I'm getting better I think. You're passing through me again. Just when the heart's shuffling. I'll call you on your birthday. I'll wish you Merry Christmas. Blow out the burning candles. Please tell me what your wish is. I'll bring you lunch tomorrow. If you're still drunk and listless. Don't stop believin' in me. I'm getting better I think.")
-Pardoner, Don't Stop Believin' in Me.