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Aug 2016 · 657
begin (again)
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Peace finds me in
crevice of your arm;
right where my body
intertwines perfectly
with yours.
We have found ourselves
in sync with each other's
circadian rhythms
in love;
and while most of us are
composed of tiny atoms;
you, my sweetheart, are encompassed with this
resilient love
as strong as quartz.
My sweet baby,
you selfishly stole
my heart not caring
to ask for permission
and no matter how
smart I claim to be
during the daylight,
all logic goes out the
window during sunset
as soon as you kiss me
six feet under.
-I am dancing in your heaven
Aug 2016 · 691
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Gathering the bits and pieces of your heart as it fell in my lap was admittedly the most precious love I bathed in.

Sweet baby, I am trying to gather my thoughts as I bathe in everything we are; and I admit that these run on sentences I find myself lost in symbolize the ocean we keep drowning in; magically.

& while some would suggest a life jacket, I am happy to bathe here because I am confident you will always gather me as soon as I start to fall apart which makes it easy to admit I would come back love you in another lifetime; unapologetically.
Aug 2016 · 338
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
I think it is the
ambiguity lying
behind my eyes
mixed with the
honey lingering
after every kiss
that leaves you
trapped inside of
my universe.
Aug 2016 · 311
Double Entendre
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Our amorphous love
left me in a
cascade of tears
and yet,
(I still found myself)
with that beautiful
smile of
Aug 2016 · 780
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
I stood still in the mirror absorbing the nakedness in which I was standing and called it my truth.
& I am now hurled over my bath cringing at the sight trapped inside of my memory
(the reflection you two served me was simply unfair)
as you are insulting my
intelligence once more
by cracking every joint in my
body dancing to the rhythm
of your lies, in an attempt to
keep me dormant inside of your madhouse.
-I know you are cheating on me.
Aug 2016 · 7.1k
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
How do they realistically expect us to flee from the demanding stereotypes forcefully placed above our heads and in our hearts when they find satisfaction in the thrill of conquering our souls bleeding on the cold pavement?
-they don't. stop killing us, please.
Aug 2016 · 510
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
You tried your hardest to flee from the fire brewing inside of your heart for me
You and I both know that the thrill of this ride we are constantly on and off of will only eventually become what conquers us.
-wouldn't you do it over?
Aug 2016 · 295
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
I toss and turn due to dreams crowded with the memory of everything we experienced.
& I am ripping my heart apart in an attempt to flee from all that you are to me.
But, I'll admit it is thrilling that I can never seem to grasp the rhythm of what falling for you feels like.
& somehow, you are silently requesting me to discover new parts of who I thought I was, as you stand above me beautifully conquering.
-you are my poetry.
Aug 2016 · 278
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Sweet baby,
you love to gaze
into the universe
behind my eyelids
right before you
kiss magic against
my lips
and I must say
the dizziness that
accompanies the
of the oceans lying
dormant is easily
-head over heels
Aug 2016 · 203
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Sweet baby,
you love to gaze
into the universe
behind my eyelids
right before you
kiss magic against
my lips
and I must say
the dizziness that
accompanies the
of the oceans lying
dormant is easily
-Head over Heels
Aug 2016 · 146
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
The sun rose
through that
gaze he
selfishly served
her as if
(he was in love)
and her body
is drowning
in uncontrollable
dizzying waves
of memories that
leaves the left side
of her chest
-she only wanted him to fight for her
Jul 2016 · 353
Jazmine Moore Jul 2016
Everything you touch turns to gold; including me...
Jun 2016 · 409
Jazmine Moore Jun 2016
Part I:
Sometimes I think
Your fingertips are
Engraved into
my skin
even when weeks
Go by
and your touch
is absent
I still seem to
Live through euphoric
Memories of what it
Feels like when you
Kiss clouds into
My soul

Part II:
And on those nights
You creep into
My head,
you tend to leave
traces of your scent,
Your touch,
And your mouth
Which result in
Mornings after that
Are too often unbearable
To wake up to.
Apr 2016 · 286
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
I want to experience parts of you that nobody else gets the pleasure of becoming familiar with.
Apr 2016 · 523
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
My thighs sit in melancholic
yearning for the
soft graze
of your tongue
and although
these emotions tend
to arrive in waves,
I am forcing the
drum in my
heart to play
a tune more upbeat.
-in case you thought you were irreplaceable
Apr 2016 · 341
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
kissing the tiniest
breaths of life into
-you are helping me find my smile, again.
Apr 2016 · 394
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
even on the days that I am only needing a few stars, you still bring me the entire galaxy
Apr 2016 · 342
Part II
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
I've always wondered
What it was like
To have someone
All of my flaws
Turn them into
Apr 2016 · 756
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
The first morning I woke up to your smile, I saw a fleeting glimpse of the sunrise in those beautiful eyes of yours and immediately I was covered in a blanket of relaxation. You kissed stars into every part of my body and now I am covered in your galaxy.
Mar 2016 · 473
Jazmine Moore Mar 2016
I don't quite know you,
But somehow
You have managed to
Awaken a sunrise
In my heart
I am gloriously
Basking in these
Rays you seem to
Infinitely produce
Mar 2016 · 341
Jazmine Moore Mar 2016
The clouds are a constant reminder of this fairytale I have in my mind of what I want us to be,
We are indeed no fairytale.
We live in our own world of uncertainty.
We are an anomaly;
the furthest from
A banal love.
Yet, sometimes,
I wish you would
fight for me like the others have;
But then,
I start to wonder
Maybe this is what keeps me loving
I fell in love with your scars,
Only wanting to
Heartaches and show you
There's someone you can be yourself
& as
Crazy as it seems,
I have no desire
To throw your past
in your
Yet, as
convoluted and capricious
Your love can be,
I am still in your passenger seat
Ready to go where you will
Allow me to.
Jan 2016 · 719
Jazmine Moore Jan 2016
If these walls could talk,
they'd tell you how
my hand fits perfectly in yours
how i succumb to you
exploring my body until
i can't take it
They'd tell you a story
filled with secrets that entail
the whispers between
the sheets intertwined in our
while we are lip-locked
into a fantasy world of our
They'd tell you how every time,
we enter into another galaxy and
that a piece of my soul falls
into you every time
and that this is a battle I
will lose time after time;
Jan 2016 · 428
Another Love Poem
Jazmine Moore Jan 2016
I had a dream you let me explore your heart and
You allowed me to get you so high you never wanted to come down,
And as soon as you landed I was waiting with my arms wide open
Ready to receive anything you were willing to give;
And you loved it.
I loved you, and you loved me.
Jan 2016 · 399
Jazmine Moore Jan 2016
We have low days but we get through them, and every single time  I'm sent running back to your arms because you are my comfort
Sometimes I'm most comfortable when we drift because I always know my final destination is beside you;
I had a dream you let me explore your heart and
You allowed me to get you so high you never wanted to come down,
And as soon as you landed I was waiting with my arms wide open
Ready to receive anything you were willing to give;
And you loved it.
I loved you, and you loved me.
I found myself once again down on my knees praying that whatever satisfaction this is isn't temporary and my gut tells me it's not.
Baby, I don't need meditation when I'm with you because you are my calm and you seize every storm with just one touch.
Jan 2016 · 752
Jazmine Moore Jan 2016
The wine won the battle that night  as I danced uncontrollably in your arms spewing words I would not have said had I been sober
& just like the gentleman you are,
You allowed me to lose myself a little while remaining my compass, and even though you navigated me in every direction, I bravely went along for the ride because these days I feel most safe in your boat, in your ocean, riding your waves.
I fell in love for the second time that night
Nov 2015 · 286
Jazmine Moore Nov 2015
we walked along the pavement hand in hand and all I could think about was how close yet so far you are to me
because it seems as if everytime I get close enough to touch your soul, you inch away just a little,
but at 3 am,
when you aren't thinking too hard and you let me in,
I try to dig a little deeper.
Love, I think it is starting to subconsciously hurting me
to keep holding on to you when
You Are Only Half Way There.
and you don't even know that
you're tearing up my already damaged
& the crazy thing is,
I'm letting you-
& part of me is loving it.
I'm falling far and fast attempting
To Fill This Void I Have In My Heart;
I'm hopelessly romanticizing
about what we could be,
Yet, we simply aren't.
I want it to be you because
In you is where I find comfort these days;
I can lay next to you and feel
& I breathe in your hurt some days,
Because all I want to do is make it better; make you better
but, you're searching for love
in fifteen beautiful girls,
When I've always been here
to pick you up.
And I'll hold you a million times
Because you're what I'm used to,
Some days, you're the coffee
I need to wake
Up my
Sep 2015 · 1.5k
Jazmine Moore Sep 2015
The moon cries
Every Saturday night
Because just like me,
She remembers the
Night we were
Intoxicated in the
Eclipse of our love
And as insane as
The ending was
The whirlwind was
Worth the heartache
And she prays
One day we will
Again find our
-i still pray for us too
Sep 2015 · 1.1k
Dear ex lover,
Jazmine Moore Sep 2015
You look
At me
As if the sun
Rises and sets
In my eyes

So why is it
That you're letting
Your pride beat your
Heart black
And Blue
-It's easier to love
Sep 2015 · 350
Jazmine Moore Sep 2015
I Just Wanted
To Kiss Your
Until They Turned
Into Butterflies
Aug 2015 · 958
Jazmine Moore Aug 2015
Our clothes fell off like rose petals in the spring/
But somewhere in between not getting caught up and catching feelings/
My soul rolled into you/
And now I am immersed in our sin/
Aug 2015 · 531
Jazmine Moore Aug 2015
Take all of me/
Roll me up/
Smoke me/
I could get you so high.
May 2015 · 768
2 am
Jazmine Moore May 2015
2 am is the hardest
when your mind is racing
your heart is hurting
your fingertips are longing
for one more
so you convince yourself
that your hands are his
and you try to make yourself
feel how he
made you feel
but somehow, you
keep coming up short
It still hurts and the love is still very much real
Apr 2015 · 292
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
I wrote your name in the sand hoping the ocean wouldn't wash it away.
Waves crashing upon my inscription, you slowly drift; the horizon taking you by the minute.
Poetically pouring every once of my love into you while wrestling through those bedsheets just wasn't enough..
Allowing myself to become one with you, my body was not the only thing bare; for my soul was just as undone and I loved every minute of it.
From the seconds spent kissing you, the minutes spent inside of you, hours spent beside you, and days I'd ride for you,
**** was my heart for you; nothing to hide.
Falling for you daily was my only demise; one I wouldn't trade for anything..
and as tragically as your goodbye kiss felt upon my lips, I would reluve that day over and over.
Desires of waking up to your face still haunt me ; to wake up to my true love's smile is a treasure one cannot imagine; treasure I thought was in my hand only to find out it was fool's gold.
Holding your heart as I thought you held mine, for nights I grow anxious of true love in its entirety.
The warmth, the passion, I can't rid myself of these qualities you possess.
Silently suppressing tears as we pass by each other like strangers, my sadness turns into rage.
For I gave you love, selflessly and courageously, just for you to toss it all away.
..and if you asked me, I would do it all over again at the drop of a hat, just to feel for a second that love exchanged.
My mind shivers when you are around from being torn down; I just hope one day you would build me back up
Whether I see the day or not, I will forever dream about it.
I do not have a title, feel free to pick one for me and leave it in the comment section
Apr 2015 · 817
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
I'm chasing your memory in my dreams only to discover I overslept.
Fantasies far from fake kisses
Causing cardiac arrest as I'm reluctantly reaching for a sense of reality that has simply wandered away willfully.
Desperately dreaming of days spent running to no end.
What a life..
Inconceivable love flowing from my fingertips only because I would rather show you how much I love you than speak it a million,
Times I spent beautifully shaming myself for the restless nights praying for your call creating nocturnal patterns all for a taste of your kiss,
Me one more time so I can prove this theory in my head is more than a theory; that it is true.
Lifelessly lusting your love throughout the night causing me to delightfully dance in your arms, only to wake up to find your love has evaporated.
Apr 2015 · 393
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
Loving you is like trying to breathe life into something already dead.
Feb 2015 · 3.0k
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
i wanted more from him
than enjoying my pizzicatos
while bringing me to crescendos
but it seems
our love may
have already reached
its forte without ever
breathing in its
Feb 2015 · 328
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
Tirelessly waiting for you to come home;
My darling, here I am once again checking my watch to see what time it is  and the **** has yet to turn.
I promised you that I would wait for you no matter how long you decided to roam, but here I am another night waiting and that promise doesn't seem too feasible at the moment.
I can not make you love me,
I can not make you love me.
Just as I am telling myself this is the last night waiting,
the **** turns; in you walk like all of those months never happened.
Unconditional love.
Feb 2015 · 567
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
I remember when your favorite thing was love me.
I remember when you couldn't wait to hold me.
I know this life gets crazy,
and I know our love's a little hazy,
but when you're feeling lonely,
you know you can always call me,
and I'll be here waiting in the same spot you left me in saying,
"It's alright if you stay forever with me.
and it's alright if you're waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet
But if you know, if you know
that what we have is real;
then it's alright if you love me tonight.
Song I'm working on
Feb 2015 · 332
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
It's amazing how one person can touch your heart and you're never quite the same. Sometimes I feel as though I've painted this beautiful picture of you that I can only see; and that's fine because love needs faith. I have faith. I have enough faith for the both of us.
Feb 2015 · 282
Jazmine Moore Feb 2015
I am in a really serene place in my life right now. I have decided that I need to write everyday because the only way to get better at something is keep practicing, reading and expanding. I want so much. I want it all. It's cliché to want the "bad" guy to change for you, but I want that. I believe in him; he just doesn't believe in himself, which is sad, but it's life. It is amazing how unconditional love works. I didn't stop loving him when didn't reciprocate it, I loved him harder. I am past wanting the relationship to work, I just want peace between us. I want hope. I want the love to never die.
Nov 2014 · 388
Jazmine Moore Nov 2014
A bed sheet of memories.
A heart taped together with broken promises.
A head filled with "what ifs" and "could've beens"
More importantly, two feet that couldn't walk away even if they tried.
Nov 2014 · 645
Jazmine Moore Nov 2014
The quality our love is no longer HD
It feels as if my bare soul has been exposed to the world. Humanity is quietly laughing at me; taunting me because I failed to see what the world was blatantly trying to show me, but babe you started a fire in my heart and you didn't even have the courtesy to leave an extinguisher and now I fall asleep in a bed of ashes.
Our love is November. You can see our beautiful leaves start to fall off the trees as they slowly lose their colour.
Oct 2014 · 430
Jazmine Moore Oct 2014
I'm chasing your memory in my dreams only to discover I overslept..
Fantasies far from fake kisses
Causing cardiac arrest as I'm reluctantly reaching for a sense of reality that has simply wandered away willfully,
Desperately dreaming of days spent running to no end.
Aug 2014 · 431
If I had it my way
Jazmine Moore Aug 2014
Ironic how the only thing to sober me up is the intoxication tasted from your mouth.
Funny how all of the words I wished to say aloud spew from my mind onto this paper, but when you look at me, I'm speechless.
If I had it my way, the tears fallen from my eyes would become an ocean used to carry you back to me..
the boat that carried you would drown you in memories reminding you why we fell in love in the first place..
though we haven't spoken in almost a year, it would be as if nothing else mattered but us as I greet you at the shore..
somehow, this time as I reach for your hand, you will hold it tighter instead rejecting it like last time..
unbelievably, as you utter those three beautiful words from your once beautiful mouth, I will understand that you have loved me all along.
Aug 2014 · 497
Song cry.
Jazmine Moore Aug 2014
My heart is crying for the **** victims screaming falsetto notes in the dark praying someone will find them and lead them to light...and as much as their father would've loved to protect his baby from that, he simply doesn't have an "S" on his chest.

My heart breaks for the babies born into poverty with three strikes against them...because the government will make it their duty so that it is **** near impossible for those kids to succeed; but there will be some that rise above those stereotypes and those children will become the young women and young men who change the world.

A tear falls every time a woman wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror and has to put makeup on to hide the bruises that came from the man to whom she gave all of her love to.  Equally, my heart breaks for the children that live their life walking eggshells because they don't know when their mommy or daddy will snap next.

I cannot rest until innocent children are no longer being kidnapped and sold as *** slaves, until genocides become a thing of the past, until America really becomes the "land of the free", or until so many of our generations teenagers and young adults stop using guns as fists.

I am praying that the people walking this earth who have every reason to give up on love somehow give it one more shot. I am also praying that the young women and men who have shot down dreams will fight harder than they have ever fought because the world needs more of you. Lord knows we need more of you.

I have a dream that more of us will love in permanent ink. I hope that more people will see that the only thing that can defeat hatred is love, and I pray that every person reading this will decide to join love's side and fight hate. I pray that anyone that feels completely alone realizes they have God.

There will come a day when I will be standing in front of a crowd filled with a rainbow of races, ages, ****** orientations, and I will give my testimony. I will tell those people how I almost gave up. I will tell those people I had family that loved me regardless. I will tell those people that even though they feel as though no one loves them, I love them; and more importantly, God loves them.  I will tell them that one day I decided that the only person in control of my happiness was me, and that is when everything made sense. There will be people whose lives will change because of my story, and that is the day my dream will start to become true.
My hope is one day we will see love will save the world
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Jazmine Moore Aug 2014
They're never as pretty as you.
Never as passionate as you.
& they sure won't be as understanding as you.
But, it's easier with her.
So, instead of wondering why..move on.
Let him be with her.
Cut your hair.
Reinvent yourself.
Pick up a new hobby.
This poem was written as I discovered my heart was finally healed.
Jul 2014 · 790
Jazmine Moore Jul 2014
Ironic how the only thing to sober me up is the intoxication tasted from your mouth...
and funny how the all of the words I wish to say outloud spew from my mind onto this paper but when you look at me, I'm speechless.
Jun 2014 · 505
Jazmine Moore Jun 2014
Instead of waking up reaching for you in the morning, I pray there's a morning that you'll actually be there...& there's a sky full of stars that I could gaze at, but it'd be pointless without your love. I could only dream of a day where my desperation for you won't be overpowering because my thirst will be quenched...& your sweet kiss will cure this sugar rush, and your tongue made of knives will no longer cut me but those are all dreams, and when I wake up I'm left to lay in a plethora of sheets dripping with reality. My reality is the withdrawals I have from your hands exploring my body. My reality is the ocean flowing from me that will only float your boat. My reality is that I can move on and find other love, but none quite meet my reflection like you. My reality is that I reach you through these poems that you don't even deserve to read. My reality is that you are terribly flawed in so many peoples eyes, but to me, you're an angel. My reality is that we went to war and my body was torn to pieces and you came out unscarred. My reality is that through all of this, I still love you. There was a time where my soul belonged to you, and now I spend my days chasing your memory and the poisonous butterflies rampaging my stomach have reached a level of immunity. To this, I have learned that home is not merely a place, but rather a person. My home lies in you, and lies that fill our bedroom are starting to become our truths. For, I have found the key to your heart and you have changed the locks; my darling I tasted your skin to know what it was like to breathe in pure ecstasy and that's when I want to hate you. I want to hate you because the pit of my stomach will always have this uneasiness whereas you can go on undamaged. I want to hate you because my life did a 180 and you're still on a straight path and just when I feel myself close enough to hate, a wind comes rushing in to remind me that all of the stars in the universe couldn't compare to you, and every single tear fallen cannot compete with the day you whispered the words I love you and not even the months spent mourning over you can replace the heart that beats for you. My love, the rainbow always comes after the rain, and I'm afraid that you are my rainbow.
Jun 2014 · 815
Jazmine Moore Jun 2014
because we

but I can
still feel
your kiss
my lips
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
Jazmine Moore Jun 2014
The bruises on my body could never compare to the pain in my eyes and my heart may never be fixed like I wished it was and this depression may last a lifetime. But, if I lean on my God, maybe a little bit of Jesus' blood could fall through the cracks of my broken heart and make it whole again.
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