Jasmine Williams
An emerging poet and writer.
Responsibility
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Me and responsibility have a strained relationship. Ever since I could remember I was deemed the "responsible one" in my family. I wore that title. Expressed mostly in expectations as opposed to in
unexpected
Poetry
no plans were made. no dates were set. no new conversations were had. no times were set. no preparations were made. nothing was set in stone. yet you came. you are coming. life
holding on
Poetry
this rope is breaking i can feel it still i hold on to a rope weathered by worry and doubt by fear and uncertainty for they are the only things that frequent me
Displaced but not Misplaced
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Displace [https://www.thefreedictionary.com/displaced]: to move, shift, or force from the usual place or position Misplace [https://www.thefreedictionary.com/misplace]: to put into a wrong place These past few months
home.
Poetry
i want to know home, climb its staircase and open its cabinets, wash its windows and open its blinds, unlock its safety and close off abandon i wonder, do the floorboards creek in
still
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trees sway in no breeze no gust or sweet push where has wind gone out of a body once so full it has found no home from whence to blow yet these trees
I am...
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Tender. I was sitting in a counseling session not too long ago and after sharing some information, I heard words I had never heard anyone use when describing me. I heard "she is
Die to Self | Live for Christ
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I grew up in church and have heard the term "die to self" many times. I have even read it in the bible. I don't think I have ever been in a place
Not Okay | It is Okay
Poetry
All spilled out Emptied and void Taken and given in the same breath What is left? when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i
moving
Poetry
how does the wind know where to blow? who showed the ocean how to dance and greet? when did the trees learn to bow? who gave birds the knowledge to soar? how did
Letting Go
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The above picture is a pile of two notebooks and an unnumbered stack of poems I have written. Poems from 2010 up until recent years. Two days ago I grabbed my poetry binder
Bridges
Poetry
Connection route Some are meant to be broken Some merge new possibilities Others are reminders of hurt Leading us over obstacles Guiding us through struggles We never seem to take the ones that
(Untitled)
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I struggle with being needed. More specifically, I struggle with measuring my worth and my usefulness by how much I am needed or not needed. I am sure this is not a struggle
building blocks
Poetry
these pieces look to me for direction. positioning themselves where they feel they belong. square edges don't fit in round corners. smooth brushes against rough. something is out of place. while another is

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