You’ll never know me,
even if you tried
I’ll never forgive you,
even if you died.
There has been NO remorse for every night I’ve cried.
So why should I forgive your convenient lies?
Lies that benefit only your cruel despise.
By meee. Jasmine
Desire is of the essence of time, the youths innocence attracts the mind of powerful elites. Teaching them young to grow into a tricksters tool. It seems a wise man worries more about another’s discretion, and very little about the chain patterned of self destruction. How can a fool become wise? Break the chain by warning futile minds? Can actions have more power than words?, They lead the way into the blossoming Lotus of doom, Heavy feet resting easy in destiny’s deceitful tomb. Burying the mind into a ground of dirt and irremovable bugs. Planting dreams of luxuries that have no filler for loners nights. Their pain temporarily voided with toxic liquid and hallucinogenic smoke pipes. Seated on the worlds most sacred piety’s, projecting a envious dream of their own life’s greed. To think of how lonely a wealthy man has to be to create a scheme were his own life is what others dream… written by me Jasmine
Dear Maya Angelou (my muse),
I do, now, know why the caged bird sings…
To be heard,
To be seen,
To soothe others,
To express self,
To remain sane,
To soothe pain,
Just to sing….
But over all
To be FREED…
Sometimes its better to make the best of a bad situation, than to let all of the negativity consume you and change you into what you detest.
Change is inevitable, work hard to remove yourself from a negative situation.
The reality remains solid, giving up is the same as moving forward.
When you give up you let go and in order to move forward you have to let go, so are we all giving up on our old selves for our new beginnings?
Are we ever really finished with our past loss, sacrifices, and winnings?
Love me like you love to dream.
Breathe me in like a blossoming rose cut fresh from Edens garden teem.
Consume me like fine wine out of date.
Devour my lust like a starved artist, sadly awaiting their big break.
You spoil me,
I’ve become rotten like an heiress on an hourly shopping spree.
Not many words can define you, but for you i have two.
So hear me better than a morning bird chirping before noon.
You are to me what the sun is to the moon.
What oxygen is to my lungs,
What candy is to the young…
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