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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.
Read.
Write.
Live.
This poem was written as I discovered my heart was finally healed.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2015
Loving you is like trying to breathe life into something already dead.
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.
Jazmine Moore May 2014
My love blossomed into something new tonight
something powerful and rare
And I figured as long as our rose stayed red
And bright
and new,
We would be just fine
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
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Blue skies of love
are only in my imagination
now.
Because of the dark clouds
surrounding my heartbreak,
I have yet to know what it is like
to love and be loved in return.
Jazmine Moore May 2014
Don't promise me forever because forever never lasts.
Just hold me for the time being so I can cherish this moment.

My love, my forever is spent on your arms..
and in your smile.

But darling, I find that forever exists everytime you whisper
I love you.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Mesmerizing glory.
Snowflakes falling down on us like old memories.
One touch, and you're frozen.
Not because of the hate,
but because of the love.
Sadness is intertwined in our fingertips.
Three words. Eight letters.
I love you.
The words will forever hold true but the fear of them keeps them inside of us.
I cannot bring myself to understand why people are so afraid to love.
Demolishing demons dancing upon bare bodies at night while young women and young men are spending more time on physical interaction than emotional satisfaction.
Satisfied with lusting one's surface is something I can't comprehend,
I'd rather love your core.
My appetite is growing because I'm starving for your soul as if I hadn't had a meal in months..
and to be honest, I haven't.
Because no matter how much I eat, I can't seem to get full.
And no matter how much I drink, i still thirst for more of your mind, your body, and your soul.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me,
But you lost someone who truly loved you.
I am done searching for the light at the end of the tunnel because I have discovered God in the darkness.
I loved you at your darkest.
Slowly flicking a switch to find the bulb had blown out,
I loved all of you..
and all of you loved it.
Reciprocation is all I pray for at night and as day break arose,
I found myself loving the darkness once again.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
I lost my mind when you died
I don't remember the exact time you left,
but I remember how it felt..
and I promised myself I wouldn't speak of you again,
But today i found myself at your funeral.
Consumed with sorrow, I looked into your eyes'
and it was then I knew you were truly gone.
So lifeless and empty,
I was overpowered with grief,
You need a heart to survive;
and without you I lost half of my heart.
So, consider me half dead.
"For I will love you until we become dust, and I will continue until our dust becomes dust."
I don't know much about physics,
but I can assure you I am physically broken,
and if you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see anything.
No hope.
Nothing.
All I want to do is feel again.
I am numb, and I can't take away the numbness.
I keep reaching for you and as soon as I get close enough to touch you,
You're gone again.
My last wish was to wake up, reach for you, and you be there laying next to me.
Holding me.
Kissing me.
Loving me.
For eternity.
Because I am eternally in love with you.
But you're dead..
and I'm not sure I can live with that.
I wrote this poem about the one boy who will forever hold my heart.  He is not literally dead, but his soul is gone. I don't know if I will ever hold him again, i pray that I do though.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Slowly knocking on Satan's door, she's begging someone to let her in.
For, if only she knew of the light shining from her right now, maybe she wouldn't even have contemplated it.
Self destruction has taken on a new level for her and tonight will be her last night of suffering.
I want to believe that this life will someday change for the better.
I want to believe that one day, life won't push people to the destruction of their own life.
But, that just isn't how the dice roll.
If we could somehow find a way to explain to the nonbelievers that there exists a place where we could still be in love.
We too often push love to the side because of the feelings it causes.
Love is so powerful that it may bring you to do things you wouldn't normally do.
The love can be so blinding that you can often fall into a whirlwind of hurt.
The scariest thing of all is the love can be addicting.
When you love someone, it is a drug.
Everything they do, you want more of it.
It becomes your nicotine.
The love is when you hear their voice when they aren't around..
when you have their scent memorized..
when you start to talk like them..
when you are in a crowd of people and you can only see them.
That's when you know you are in love.
I found my first true love about four years ago...
I did not know until now the impact he had over my life.
I had never felt myself so happy, so peaceful until the love with him was reciprocated.
And if you asked me today,
I would still tell you I loved him.
I love him enough to give him his space.
I love him enough to let him figure some things out.
I love him enough to let him grow.
I know deep in my heart that he will come back to me because I now know what it is like to sacrifice so much of myself for love.
It hurts.
It can physically hurt.
The breathless pain you feel when you can barely drag yourself out of bed.
When you reach over and he's not in his spot.
When you can't even look him in eyes because it hurts too bad.
I coud easily give up on love, but I won't allow myself to, because all of the heartache, pain and tears are worth it.
Because one day, I will look into his eyes and know I have found the one.
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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
Heart.
& 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
Peace.
& 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
soul.
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.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Transcending into space, my body is becoming detached  from my mind.
While we have found ourselves separated in body, my mind has not lost you.
I cannot rid my ears of the sweet tune you sang to me no matter how many times I press pause.
Pause, I still love you.
I love you like a drunk call at 4am saying "I miss you, come back."
Psychotically, I love you past pain and broken promises, and "I hate yous" and "don't talk to mes"
Even after you decode you are done with me, I will love you.
I will love you until my bones become marrow.
I will love you at your darkest.
And I will love you until you see the light that i see shining from you;
A light that shines so bright, I am constantly blinded by the suffering your love causes.
Ironically, your wicked tongue is the only cure to the disease bringing upon my downfall,
and your hands are my safe place to run to when I find myself homeless once again.
For, I have found a home within your heart and car is still parked in the driveway..
Drive away from the world for a second and remember who you are, who we are..
A piece of me has pierced your heart, and for that reason alone, you can't seem to get rid of me.
I still love him.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
My thighs sit in melancholic
harmonies
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
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
The sun rose
through that
daunting
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
painfully
unraveling.
-she only wanted him to fight for her
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
unraveling
of the oceans lying
dormant is easily
unmatched.
-head over heels
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
unraveling
of the oceans lying
dormant is easily
unmatched.
-Head over Heels
you
Jazmine Moore Apr 2016
you
are
intoxicatingly
kissing the tiniest
breaths of life into
me.
-you are helping me find my smile, again.

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