JASMINEDRYER
17/F/drowing in emotion,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED / is it a trend just to cry? drowning in emotion is my devotion / / I'm 17 years old. I'm a poet and young novel writer. I'm open to collab. trying to discover who i am though the page. i love to write it's my passion!
Am I really this tired
Or am I uninspired?
Will I try harder?
Work myself into a haze
Just for you to criticize how I spend my days
I want my hands to be rough
Proof of my work
I want my hands to be soft
A woman's touch
But is that to much
I want to dance
But in this world you only get one chance
To be perfect
I'm tired of perfect
Stand up straight, perfect stance
I am not a faucet
Water perfect and straight
I am a river, loud and rough
And I think it's time i focus on my stuff
Because for me
Perfect will never be enough
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 9:50 PM UTC
Im melting across a page
Every word dramatic
As if presented on a stage
And i wish i could say it didn't hurt
Wish i could say it was painless
Not at all hesitant
That the ink didnt bleed
Every second a new scene
Now all i can muster
All i can scream
I thought we were supposed to be a team
I thought it was us against the world
And i know its my own fault
But still, i digress
I am melting
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 5:12 PM UTC
And though my heart will go on forever more my body can not stay ,
I can’t push it to go further,
it can't venture on anymore any further.
And while some will bow their heads in what the say in rembreant
but all they’ll remember is how she cried all the time.
She was such a bright girl how could she not make it,
and standing next to them is the person who thought they had faked it,
when she just couldn't take it,
and though she tried to replace it all
Push it down where no one could trace it
She couldn't
It stared her in the face
And locked her in place
In the empty streets she called her mind
At this point she knew she was running out of time
But all she could muster was “ I’m fine”
But look at her eyes. Such a nice shade of blue ,
They look good on the girl who wanted to forget all she knew.
Then there's some who knew she turned to pills and felt no empathy,
just another druggy
She did it herself!
but the girl only had herself and no one else and the pills dulled the pain,
but it's hard to keep up when you feel you're going insane.
She stood out on the balcony one day and thought this was her chance to make the pain go away.
She didn't know what to say
I mean it her last moment she thought
“I Should have something profound to exclaim”
So she looked straight into the sky
But no one could hear her
So it came out a whisper
all the kids hated her and despised, and they said she was better off dead
and though it hurt, she knew it was wrong
but this a democracy and majority rules
and she looked off to the sky only asking herself why
,but it was to late know she knew, all she could feel was this urge she grew
so she stepped up the banister , it couldn't last.
and with one step it was all gone so fast.
And now shifting eyes on her casket
Tears drippings
Though no one spoke
The silence talked and talked
And in the distance they heard the whisper of the wind
And a shudder down their spine
The wind uttered in their ears
Faint, a beg or cry
A plea
“Could you write a happy ending please”
“Can you write a happy ending please”
“Just a happy ending please”
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Do you plead guilty
For the ****** of me?
Stupid mirror,
Where have you hid her!
Where is she
I'm tired of being
What everyone wanted to see
I want to see myself
I want to be myself
No one else
But the shadows
Have pinned me down
Who am I supposed to be?
Who should I be today?
What mask should I wear?
I understand it's not fair.
You’ll never be better then rest,
We will put you through every test
So smile wide
Filled with false pride.
Run and hide
Don't come back
Let it melt away,
You don't really have to stay.
Just for a brief moment
It all comes back,
Life is hard
But I'm not this warped reflection
Of dimension
It's been a devotion
But I gotta go stupid mirror
You know things you shouldn’t know
But their not right,
Excuse me but I will fight
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
you believe what you perceive
and perceive based on your beliefs
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
one one cares about girl no one knows
but no one knows her, because no one cares
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Come to the conclusion
This illusion
Was just delusions
Stop dressing these mannequins in your head
Forget the dark path they led
You
And make it the last time you cry
You cry?
From the sickening lie
You want to let them die
But darling,
Darling!
Memories were never alive
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Legend has it that most can’t breathe
Legend has that the blind have more to see
As we’re walking, into the dark sea
Just keep walking
Grey water up to the knees
Bright sky
No clouds to be seen
Shine in the sky
Or be buried below
Left to rot
Know one will know
Curious how the moral goes
Nobody knew
Nobody knows
But have you heard our story?
As the pages turn
The more we learn
Love
Hope
Prosperities
Whistle up a tone
Our hands sing
what will they bring
Bright lights
Our garden
Bright beautiful
But have you heard the story
Of the very
Very few
Not many knew
What to do
We learned
All you have to do is breathe
If these thorns hurt
Burn it
Better then to learn it
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
hello there
"stand back"
close your eyes
Just relax
we can make this quick and
painless
it'll be fast
its easier
to just hide
live behind a mask and resign
"thats true it it"
"but I want to live"
they will tear you apart
"and you'll just fade me away"
come close
"but at the end of the day"
don't go
it'll only be pain
"I'd rather let them tear me apart, then lose to myself"
theres
still
hope
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
to my light
my lover
a flower that has bloomed
nothing could ever be
as lovely as you
I'm afraid to say
what I'm going to do
you want me to hold on
to what
a crumbling edge?
I wanna flip the page
better yet re-write it
let all of this burn away
but I know
it can't be that way
so instead I will keep on marching
till my soles are red
and I can write these poems
with what they have bled
and say what really needs to be said
"I'm not as strong as you think I am"
but I promise
I'm going to stick to this edge
until theres nothing left to do
but fall right into your arms once more
my lovely blooming flower
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC