Dear Negative Nancy… When you’re 70 you’ll realize you have no photo album of memories to look through. Just over told stories that’s changed everytime you speak it. Unanswered phone calls, ignored invites, Damn and you can’t even see it? What memories do you have with your loved ones? what promises have you broken? You can’t bring back time for none, the truth is finally spoken. So your regrets of the past, and burdens will fade. Your screams of escape from them, will soon turn into pleads for them to stay. But what you do in the present will pave your way, Into a future where your neglect towards the ones closest to you, will push them all away. Peace&Love Always By Meee… Jasmine
Stay under covers
To many women
Have felt your thrill
Won’t say you’re good
Your love manipulates all that I feel.
Filling the voids I veiled,
Whistling my soul into different emotional hells.
You’re my night fallen stars,
Moonlight glow in music deafening bars.
My morning sunrise and brewed coffee with croissants.
Pretty birdie chirping words undeterred.
You are my moments love unchartered.
Empty soul, a vessel of a man.
You have taken the tarnish I have given.
For that our limits will forever be quickened.
“Change is inevitable…
Why hold on to what you have to let go of ?”
– Jhene Aiko
Feels like we’ve been here before,
It’d be selfish to enjoy love just once.
you ride a bike more than twice,
go to sleep every night,
Wake up with the sun,
replay a song,
Eat your favorite things most of all.
It’d be selfish to not love another person , because of past pain and fear of the same thing.
It’d be idiotic, irrational, selfish, and insane.
To hurt another the exact same way, then who’s to blame?
Break the chain , its worth it.
You deserve it,
let go and live.
I make you laugh,
but you rather have what makes you frown.
Eyes wet you chase after love that can’t be found.
Holding onto what dangerously pulls you down.
Give a fuck about what others are thinking now.
I’m just trying to offer a chance to love you down.
Replace the pain with a pleasurable sound.
But you rather have what makes you frown.
Eyes wet you chase after love that can’t be found.
Forever banking on chance,
Hoping that’ll you’ll make something temporary last.
The truth is dangerous to some, it can hurt you physically without ever laying a finger.
Bruising your ego and cutting your heart.
Its easy to get pulled into despair and insecurities.
But reach out and find yourself through the blurr of smoke filled rooms.
Limit the words of others who will bring you doom.
Those who only wish bad on you will tear into your fears.
So keep the deceiving away from you so that your thoughts may be clear.
Life is what you make it,
And your choices depend on the company you keep.
Limit the negative and gain positivity.
It takes less to learn and more to grow from your teachings.
If it hurts it’s meant to teach, a lesson that bad experiences preach. Tomorrows yearn leaves the present within reach. I can’t help, but to wonder how a fixed heart sleeps. Since a broken heart seems to over think. Leaving me awake to relive it all in my mind. Replaying conversations , changing dialogue and past troubles to fit the reality I wish was mine.
Love is not possession nor is it presence, Love is the butterflies that flutter in your stomach,the dizziness of your thoughts, the heavy beating of your heart that causes you to smile brighter than the rays the sun shines during the hottest afternoon in June.
The first kind of Love is to simply love a person, place, thing, or feeling.
The Second kind of love is a soul felt connection and feeling that is undeniable to your body. And an uncontrollable core shattering and emotional passionate hunger
There is two kinds of love: First kind of love consists of caring for someone’s well being and growth, a parent wanting their child to succeed, a lover wanting their love to be seen, a friend wanting their efforts to be appreciated, a glass of wine that kisses your tongue, a warm fullness in your belly after a tasteful meal, seeing your grandmother smile, conversing with someone who has similar thoughts and passion, supporting someone through their worst and trying times. To love in a caring and wholesome way. The first kind of love is a compassion for the presence and gift of good vibes that the people who are present in your life or once were give you. You are grateful for them loving you even when your shadow hasn’t been seen by them.
Now the second kind of love is not of words, but of pure soulful feelings. The fact that no distance can eliminate the emotions that flood your heart at night. This love is the void that fill the pit of of your stomach once lost. The late night thoughts that cross your mind, those reflective moments you have when your alone in the bed, the shower, peering into a mirror or just getting a breath of fresh air. Its the secret of your soul, the friend to your shadow, the bond no one can touch or understand. This love can only be reached by few, a connection that can communicate without words. The conversation that spoken through the window of your eyes. This is unconditional and seen by many and felt in the air. The only challenge presented with this love is the constant intervening of others who want the second kind of love.
Rarity is what makes it seemingly a crime, that others who are without or are need yearn for all the while destroying it because they are not able to understand it or have it? Should being IN love be a crime? Be IN love is one of the main causes of crimes that lead to tragedies.
Loves impact on others who may see it or feel its presence among others cause the side effects of envy, jealousy, greed, betrayal,vanity, death, and obsession.
Be careful when others want what you have the love story began to write itself into chapters. What it says depends solely on your willingness to hold onto the love that no one can break, though they do have the ability to selfishly cause a distance between you and love, but they lack the power to make those feelings forgettable and replaceable it remains forever present in your heart..
By: J. Peters