Jasmine Patrick

Jasmine Patrick Mar 2020

A warrior watching the blaze from his steed
Seeing his home, and a great need.
A need for fire breaks, a need for water
But his time to act is growing shorter

He moves, not wasting a second more,
Fighting until of no more flames he is sure.
His throat burns and scorched is his skin,
But no matter the consequences this fire won't win.

One last battle commences, both sides giving their all,
This God-risen warrior not daring to fall.
Smoke, ash and red is all he can see
But he fights until of fire, this house is free.

Jasmine Patrick Oct 2019

You're Worth

Pencil to paper I planned you
Stealing blueprints from the sunset streaked sky
Pencil to paper I drew each part of you
Not taking the chance that one mistake may slip by

Brush to palette each colour was made
Adding depth of character with every new shade
Stroke after stroke your beauty taking form
Bringing life to every plan that was drawn

The finishing touches are all that's left
And in the details is where your finest extravagance is kept
Your laugh, your curves, and your heart, are things I like best
Not to mention my highest regard for all of the rest

My dear child, O how you're not right
In thinking you are anything but a delight
Your features are exactly what I designed
When I had this masterpiece in mind

I see your unhappiness looking in the mirror
But about your worth I can't make it any clearer
That no matter the number when on the scales you step
Every inch of you has been beautifully kept

I made you, designed you, loved on you
So why not let Me decide the worth you are due

Jun 2019

rebecca

maybe not death, but something close

do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you

Is this depression?

#numb #depression #anxiety #suicide #future #life #death #sad #empty

Jun 2019

Edmund black

Know The Value Of Your Worth

In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation

Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!