sometimes,
I sit and think of you,
and then perhaps another.

I think of the moments we spent,
the times I longed to call you my lover.
I feel a deepness in my chest,
rising then falling,
with every breath.
Floating and lingering,
like a melancholy chord
oh, how sweet it rests.

I've always hoped for courage,
I've gained it in all shapes and colors.
But the courage I'm missing in my collection,
is the courage of love for another.

Professing and Proud,
not pawning nor painful.
Pliable and Passionate,
without polluting a punch.

This courage,
pleasant as it sounds,
may it one day reach your ears.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-

maybe it was because we were both changed, both older.
those years we didn’t speak made us a little bit bolder.
was it the coloration of my cheeks that still was faint,
or the way I curved every word I marked in paint.

was it your samson hair that drew me in,
strength so alluring that my resistance was paper thin.
I don’t think things will quite ever be like they once were,
golden in my brain waves.
no, they will be chromatic and effortlessly constant in my view sight.

surely they will be for you too.

- Julia Aubrey Rhodes -

What if our eyes were like mood rings, and every feeling we ever had went straight to our iris.
It would be a lot easier for us to know when some one is lying,
when someone cries their self to sleep at night because they feel like dying, when some some sudden is annoyed or angry to cheer them up, and that exact moment where they fall in love.
Each color would lighten up their face, and every changing second would put honesty in its right place.
Eyes like a pale, silver oyster, show the sadness of a soul who's been on a terrible course.
Eyes like dirt will show how worried an anxious someone can be, so close to underground that they can barely breath.
Black like nerves in the veins, shaken in excitement, shaken in stress's sane.
Paranoia turns white and striking; seems to worry another with the urge to be fighting.
Purple, like a sweet plum on a hot evening, shows love beyond its spoken meaning.
Blue, showing contentment and happiness, makes the eyes speak with soft waves of cobalt and skies of bliss.
Deep green can make enemies understand, or rip apart another with a jealousy so rough it is hard to grasp in our hands.
Distractions can consume you eyes with a breathtaking yellow, like bee buzzing around your head annoyed though its mellow.
Eyes filled with orange show how impatient they are; if it's light like a clementine, it will soon fade away, but blazing like the bright sun, it only waits for those who are ready to watch with mind of curiosity.
Encouraged by pink, like the lips of another, ready to speak and cheer another on with a calm cover.
Red burns a passion like the man on the cross, shedding pure blood at all corners of the cost.
How much of an adventure we could have if our eyes fully showed how we felt, life would breeze by and confidence would be offered out in free samples, few worries dealt.

(j.a.r.)

It's remarkable you know? I mean you were put on this earth with no unoriginal quirk in your mind. Your brain was painted with neurons of hope and expectations for the best.

When we were barely able to speak properly, and our hair ran in all different direction, our mind did as well.
We to anyone that's everyone clearly stated that 'we', yes 'we ran the world.'

Things begin getting gloomy as the fog hit our minds, and the only thing we could ever worry about was who if anyone at all admired a broken compass like ourselves.

We chased fake love until the night ran out of dust and tears, made rules, regiments, and diets to follow, and in the end, still were convinced that who we were could never be good enough.

Money piled up in our brains but never in our banks, and we began working harder than we ever thought we could under someone who's only concern was that they were 'above us'. But they weren't, not literally at least.

Consumed by time that only ever made us worry about our life even more, we left our dreams in a silver bin in dark alley.

We finally take that one wise choice that reminds us why we started living in the first place, because 'we', yes 'we run the world.'

We put our lives together like a mosaic as we take the shattered pieces, and we put them together unlike anything else ever made. We eventually find someone that will look at us, and seem how amazing and phat we are.

They can look at the way we scrunch our eyebrows when we're thinking or the way we bit our lips when we're nervous like a kid at a kid store, because they can never get enough of how remarkable we really are.

We can finally get up and propose our dreams to the mirrored image in our mind. We push our selfs to the extreme in one way or another, and whether it be good or bad, well, that's your decision.

(j.a.r.)