The things that I can’t say out loud. But when I look at you it makes me proud. That I pursued you through thick and grey clouds.
By Jasmine Turner6 months ago in Poets
Love starts from within. It can take you places you’ve never been. It can sweep you off your feet. Turn around and make you weak.
By Jasmine Turner12 months ago in Poets
Listen, I keep my circle small if not then nobody at all. I don’t mind coming to events by myself. Keeps me alert with a clear mind for oneself.
By Jasmine Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
A yo, I haven't been feeling it lately. Cause these muthafuckas been coming at me shady. A lesson plan they think is supposed to persuade me.
Determined as I am to follow through, the Introvert in me tries to hold me without a clue. Steady as I go, I ignore the constant blows.
By Jasmine Turner3 years ago in Poets
What the fuck dude! You know that I have feelings for you. Instead, you treat me as if I don’t know what you are up to.
By Jasmine Turner3 years ago in Fiction
A love story is always captured in the assortment from beginning to end. And what’s leftover are unused elements to create and merge a tell spin.
By Jasmine Turner3 years ago in Beat
Justifiable Jitters, Jolted Jaws, Jiggle Jargon, Jumping Jacks Jogging, Jaguar Juggles Jets, Jamming Juke Jazz,
How dare you even look my way with that stupid smile on your face. Yeah, I loved you once, but it didn't take long for you to fuck it up and cut me like lace.
As the rhythm moves, Your soul is grabbed by the groove, Riding along smooth.
The earth moves around. To travel and spin in time. Use a watch to check. Water forms in three. Solid, liquid and gas steam.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Going from room to room trying to find her space. She realized she is trapped with nowhere to run or hide.
