My Kind of Sleep

The kind of sleep
Where the sunlight is your alarm, the covers and sheets are tossed and thrown. 

Your eyes are crusted,  drool dried up on your cheeks, with your shirt half on. 

Deep, ugly and long… 

The kind of sleep, 
That you awaken from with an arm stretched high yawn. 

The kind that makes you feel confused and dazed for a minute long. 

Yes my kind of sleep

Heavy,  untimed,  long and sweet… 

Peace&Love always

By: meeee… Jasmine

Art Clones

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No one is creating any more
just imitating, and duplicating..forgery..
A world of few originals..
If it’s already been done,
Then you were not the first.
Even if you perfected it,
It was not yours to correct…
In this world people are buying artist creations and claiming it as their own work, vision, and passion.
And starving artist are selling out for the pretty penny scraps of their worth.
The Mona Lisa is flawed and incomplete but is still held at the highest value.
Some things just shouldn’t be touched, remade, or bothered.
It takes the sacred and beautiful rare value away from it.
Just saying…
Imitation is not flattery, i don’t care who said it…
Create your own work….
let the past be beautiful…
Let new artist be priceless…
Peace and love Always..
By meee.. Jasmine

HARP-ing

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Feeling like I’m running
on someone else’s time.
Living my dreams only when I close my eyes.
My feet never hits the ground ,
when I’m flying in the sky.
Dressed as a royal puppet , in a happy disguise.
When I dream, I dream big, reaching pass the stars.
On the stage, my life plays out
exposing my mental scars.
(peace&love always)
By Meee…JASMINE

Self Retreat

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My mood depends on the energy of all, my love is either non existent or raw.
I admit it’s hard for me to be myself, when everyone loves me for any and everything else.
The poet, the artist, the writer, the dancer, the party girl, the optimist, the planner, the healer,  sarcastic, sassy, the unveiler…
More or less…
Whatever they choose to describe me best.
I’m that person ,
But only for a while.
Can’t say I’m too proud.
At night in my bed is the only time i am alone with my thoughts.
Silencing my hearts pain with a numbing drink and mute loss.

Nonchalant

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People wonder why others opinions of me doesn’t really matter .
Good or bad,
They ask me how ?
I would say I’m just really secure in who I am, but truth is
I am my own worse critic.
There is nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already said to myself.
Good and bad…
I like to say I surprise myself everyday,
Saying things others only choose to think.
My value is what I make it,
My worth is what I tolerate.
I am me, that’s all I choose to be
For now.
Peace & Love Always
Jasmine…aka BBFLY

A Poets Dream

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Let me become your obsession. ..
Your needs and pleas
Your wants and dreams.
I got so much to give,
Let me help you believe.
So much to be said , so much for you to see.
Let me spoil you and fill your ears with sweet nothings that lead to your beneath.
Love you to hate you to live you again.
Good and bad
let me become your obsession
Your every thought, 
Your every mood,
Your every day
Your every way.
Let me
Just let me…
By meeee. Jasmine .. ✌&❤ Always