A Look Into Jules' Glass Bottle

End of Beginning As the year comes to an end, I notice the flaws I dread. I somehow always manage to procrastinate through twenty-four hours of my day. My future creeps upon me, ever so near. Thirteen years, just like that— gone in a snap. I remember second grade, moving a small paper along colored posters rewarding my good behavior. I remember fourth grade, as a nine-year-old, guiding my little sister’s hand to the playground for recess. I remember sixth grade, swinging on a makeshift seat, tied to a tree with rope— summer camp memories held true. I remember eighth grade, laughing on a crowded bus, the engine humming beneath us, off to adventure, hearts racing with the rush. I remember tenth grade, propping open my laptop to join a live lesson or two. And soon, I’ll have to wait and see what I’ll remember from my last year— much to my relief, well, there goes those thirteen years— just like that, gone in a snap.

                                                                                                               You Were My Last You trapped me in your arena Tied my strings like a puppet But I held my secret Silenced my conscience While you took the stage Buried in roses I was buried in the ashes I clung to a vision A mirage of expectation With your deception You made it an endless drain I thought it to be my first A chance of love Yet the cards of fate Turned far too late I wanted it to be us But it’d just hurt me if it was The poison in disguise Were those little white lies Those eyes were once My seal of fate But now I can’t meet them Without a...

If Only      If only I was a bird,      I’d soar amongst      the clouded skies,      and dive along      the rushing waves.      If only I was a bird,      I wouldn’t have      a care in the world,      why stress when      the harvest      already exists.      In due season,      I’d leave from one      to the next,      nothing ties me      to any land.      If I only I was a bird,      life would always      be a song,      a clear melody.      My beloved nest,      comforted rest,      and shaded trees      among the bees.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          In Every Breath It takes a village to raise a child, A beautiful testament to every creature. From our very first breath,...

                                                                                                 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.  ...