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289 · Nov 6
Pity Please
Jasmine Rose Nov 6
Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow

With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow

It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss

For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?

My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee

Take me there
so I can go nowhere

Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.
Sometimes we self-sabotage simply because we enjoy a good pity party
189 · Nov 7
Date Night
Jasmine Rose Nov 7
Pass me the hot Cheetos
while we Netflix and chill

Order the pizza
while I get a refill

I'll choose the movie
And you pay the bill.
keeping it simple is sometimes the most exciting thing.
145 · Nov 8
How Poetry is born
Jasmine Rose Nov 8
I don't chase words,                                        nor do they find me.

      We meet halfway

         and dance in synchrony
Trying too hard wont work.
132 · Nov 14
Sonic Boom
Jasmine Rose Nov 14
If you hear it just once, then it's an air strike.
Twice, means it's just a sonic boom.
While we wait anxiously,
deadly silence fills the room.
Those moments in between
feel like a lifetime.
Especially when
someone's life maybe on the line.
If we end up hearing the second sound
relief fills our hearts,
even though they just skipped a pound.
For at least we know that 2 sounds are just meant to entice fear.
While 1,
is meant to tear down
maybe a few lives
or maybe an entire town.
So, with windows open,
we wait
we hope
to hear that second sound.
This is what a normal day living in Lebanon currently feels like.

— The End —