They say to be glad for what you have
But I know too many that hate themselves for this exact reason
This is for you, my darlings
*****
As a green-eyed girl, I have it easy
They say it's the rarest color of them all
They call me forest green and hazel
The colors of precious jade and emerald
The color of life, they say
But what about those brown eyes?
The ones that range from honey to chocolate
Who's to say that life is green
When black and brown constitute the earth and the cosmos?
You with the whiskey eyes
Do you know how you glow?
You hold the depth of the drink
That has stolen many a life away
The urge to swim in those eyes forever
Is too strong
You are the amber
That holds the past frozen in place
And holds the eyes of others fixed in captivation
Because the past is a comfort
And you are a reminder of that fact
In the light, oh, how you shine
No longer are those eyes alcohol
Nor are they precious amber full of forgotten memories
They are bronze and living gold
Both of which people slave over
To build coin and knife
Those things have built civilizations
Yet they hold the power to tear them down
With those eyes of tan and fawn
You encompass the temptations of humanity
Your worth is more than they can imagine
To those with the eyes that are dark as onyx
Who dares ridicule you?
See, then, in the scorching sun
How they would perish without you
Dark brown is the mud that built the human race
The first houses and homes
The color smeared onto cheeks and shaped into ceramics
Your eyes describe the most fertile dirt
From it alone do the giant redwoods and sequoias sprout
And all other things grow
In it are the innards of this earth
Branching caves and caverns that we can only dream of finding
All colors are hidden in these depths
In the form of metal and jewels
And these pigments, darling, are the ones shown to us by the light
For in darkness, you are much different
Your eyes are pitch, and sharp like obsidian
And in them is an altar for Nyx, the goddess of night
She casts shadows so others can look for the stars in your eyes
Do not scoff at her blessing
Alas, gazing into the heavens is a natural desire
What lies beyond that twinkle in your eye?
Only your soul can tell
And so, my friends
Know your true worth
Because while plants may be green
And water may be blue
Your eyes hold the things that make green and blue possible
See those that do not understand,
The non-believers, pagans, and heretics
And watch them bask in awe
At those brown eyes of yours
YOU ARE READING
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RandomThis is a collection of excerpts from stories I'll never get to writing, along with random bits of poetry (if you can even call it that). Some of the excerpts might be from the same theoretical plotline, while others may be prompts from friends or s...