A Look Into Jules' Glass Bottle

                                                                                                 The Endless Ringing The bell rang throughout the narrow hall. There were rusty black lockers that filled the silence before the bell when slammed in a hurry. All four doors swung open as the masses flooded in, either gossiping and speaking with their peers or in dreadful dispositions. In this hall, there were two doors along each tall, stained white wall– with those same rusty black lockers. But it was only at one of these doors—a teacher stood guard, masked with a bright smile as a stream of students entered.  The students strolled in, panicking due to the assigned homework — which remained incomplet...

  BOY by Jules' Glass Bottle Drape the tie around your neck; cross wide end over narrow end and continue around; pass wide end across the front of the narrow again; pass wide end through loop; hold the front of knot loose with index finger; remove finger then tighten knot; comb your hair to the left with gel; don’t let it grow too long; this is how to shave facial hair—don’t cut yourself; but my hair is too curly to comb to the left ; this is how to wear cologne; make sure your pants and dress shirt have no wrinkles; button the top of your shirt; properly fold your cuffs so they reach just below your elbow; make sure your fly is zipped; stick to khakis only; always wear a belt; this is how to properly tie your dress shoes; keep them clean, even if you have to use your own spit; don’t sit with your legs crossed; don’t tease other girls; don’t go around kissing every one you see, to prevent yourself from looking like a player; but I’m too shy to talk to girls ; this is how to go fi...

                                                                                                                                                       Fulfillment in Difference In the season of Autumn,  a lone green bush stands, in all its glory.  One shade of green for its rough hedges, while surrounded by color.            It provides shelter—the smallest of bushes,  for the smallest of creatures.  It shares the same Earth as the greener, star-like leaves beneath it.  ...

                                                                                                                 Words Left Behind I was rummaging through my old knickknacks,    a new House— the chance to declutter.            I reached into the bottom of the cardboard box,      my hand grazed a rough surface.      I muttered under my breath,       probably another childhood diary of mine.      So I moved everything to see a crimson cover journal,      something familiar.       A...

                                                                                                         My Shades of Blue Aquamarine blue brings me indescribable peace, like a dark cave covered in crystals,  light breaking through the rock— shadows casting beauty.  When surrounded by these crystals, I feel the color it illuminates in a way that lights up the cave itself.  Sapphire glides across a ballroom, in the form of heels. Topaz, I picture one lover getting onto one knee  to propose with a ring, glistening with this exact shade. Kyanite blue in smooth rocks, kept in a glass jar on the table— quiet elegance in glass and stone. Crystal blue reveals al...

                                                                                                     Pure Bliss                First morning of Spring—                yellow roses greet the sun,                all relief appears. 

                                                                                                                          Sweet Solace      Complaints soar away,       petals fall in still silence—      peace now blooms brightly.