Jasmine Williams
An emerging poet and writer.
my pen.
i thought i lost you. dropped you somewhere between then and now, there were no bread crumbs reminding me of how far we had come. there were no red strings, marking the path
Transitions
Christian
it is hard to move, to shift, to breathe new air, when a plan has not been carefully charted. going with the wind sounds fun but when the gusts pick up and threaten
Transition
Poetry
sitting still and just being have never been easy, responsibilities heaped on top of responsibility, no end to the demand i have been expected to keep up with. there is a chair, but
Assurance of Heaven
Poetry
I often search my mind for memories of you, Sometimes I find them easily, a flower bud at the first of Spring, Other times the search is more difficult, - a green leaf
Hoping in Hope
Blog
I have been going through a lot of changes as I have been a mother now for 4 months! I am not sure what I thought motherhood would be like, but I can
There's Still Hope
Poetry
there is more to see and come to know. the darkness cannot exist in your light. so shine. release the fire within. the flickering does not mean an end is near. it signifies
Mouthpiece for God
Blog
Definition One: One such as a spokesperson, through which views are expressed Definition Two: a person, newspaper, etc., that conveys the opinions or sentiments of others; spokesperson In order to convey the opinions,
Fleeting
Poetry
Morning seems to come quicker than night likes to stay The stars decide they need sleep too And hide behind the clouds while the sun yawns Sending the birds of the air into
I am not alone
Blog
One of the hardest truths for me to believe is that I am not alone. There are moments when I know and believe it but I think more times than not, I forget.
soften
Poetry
Your patience with me Smooth, flows over every hard “no” Dismantles every “please stop” Sees the fear behind those words For hugs never did me any harm Kisses on the shoulder, arm or
sleep
Poetry
i cannot seem to balance i find myself swaying right to left left to right, center does not seem to exist. i am floating. in and out of focus. how did i get
hiding
Poetry
there is no disguise, no camouflage needed eyes can see but they do not perceive. it is a smile, placed on the face of a body so exhausted by pleasing it seems genuine.
Responsibility
Blog
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
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

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