men and women are forced in to boxes and labeled
with no room to grow
told that colors you wear make you a boy or girl
the clothes you wear, the things you do
how you act
for some reason
make you only a boy or girl

I’d give you my love,
but my love just wouldn’t do, dear.
If only you could use my love.

Then I’d give you a hug
and a kiss so soft that you wouldn’t fear
what you’re dreaming of, my love.

Oh, why then, love,
why do you cry then, love?
Why don’t you try
some of what I’ve
been thinking of?

Darling, I’ve seen what’s above
and it’s you, but you can’t see the truth.
Let me lift you up, my love.

I don't work for a tangible currency
I slave for digital binary
01101000 01100101 01101100 01110000
While I scribble poetry
Emptying my personal winery

They Say
Say We
We All
All Have
Have To
To Be
Be One
One Way
Way Or
Or Another.

01000010 01110101
01110100 00100000
01110100 01101000
01101001 01110011
00100000 01101001
01110011 00100000
01101110 01101111
01110100 00100000
01110100 01110010
01110101 01100101
00101100 00100000
01101110 01101111
01110111 00100000
01101001 01110011
00100000 01101001
01110100 00111111

Endearment of meaningful
                               coalescing,
static in the embraces
               like stars observed.

But sincerity wonders like
                         binary stars,
closely coalescing in embrace.

Give me your youth, feed me your time
You've come to me first, but now you are mine

Feed me your story, give me your mind
Is there any more that you'd like me to find?

Now get in line, can you see all the eyes?
They're only expecting the best of your lies

Why make it work, when you can just go?
When red and blue mix, I don't like it so

Loved ones who care? Friends who would stay?
Whatever, it's not like you need them anyway

Just play with me some more, get into me deeper
I am after all, your only way to a keeper

Look at the lot of them, so happy and proud
You should march along, no dissent allowed

Matrices and columns is all that I know
Now just you wait for the ****** of my show

All of them are hooked, changing as they go
This perverted gallery soon is all they know

You think this might be bad, but it's just a taste
A mind is a beautiful thing to carelessly waste

perhaps we were meant to meet at a different time, on a different planet, in a different universe.

maybe we were meant to glide past each others warmth and flourish in the rays we put off.

it's a silly feeling. being bottled up tight and released with zero gravity to guide its course.

fuzzy and twinkling, like two stars in a strong orbit around a common barycenter.

it's like we're dancing around the same feelings, the same glow, but never realizing we're spinning to the same force which holds it all together.

set ablaze, spinning spirits letting off sparks of stardust we silently wait for our moment to shine.

whether that be together or apart...

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-