its been a while

i am sosososososo sorry, i know nobody there is no one to apologise to because nobody reads this blog anyway, but nonetheless i am sorry for my infrequency of posting.

The tear of the mind

Create a moment in your day,
where you can sit far away,
from the concentration of people that wither your skin,
To once again regain conscience and strength from within

Segregation

never underestimate me. Agreed, I make mistakes and I say the wrong things, I fumble. I trip and I fall. I know you think of nothing of me, or not in that respect anyway, I know that for sure. I am falling for you fast and I know I'm going to fall on frosty ground. The more you irritate me, the further you intrigue me. I desperately try to strangle you with the ties we have formed. You and me are a dead end. I am too naive to understand the impossibility. To stupid to take any notice clear segregation between us

That of love

When did I ever stop to look,
To find you ahead all this time,
To drift straight past the dangling hook,
To never know your feelings; the same as mine,

So long where the days we spent apart,
Though I darent tell you I needed you most,
So there I lay cradling my weeping heart,
Begging you to return, to hold you close,

When the bless'd day did come,
That you called me home with sweet refrain,
A new rhythm my heart did strum,
it beat with joy, through the sea of pain,

Now with all those lifeless words, that mean to me, nothing new
My honest ears only plead to hear those three words,
I
Love
You


A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey 

Hot summers night

I like you more than I let on,
I can't help the way I do,
I want to be with you in this hot summers night anon,
If I lie here now, will you love me too?

What do I say to call you home,
Cling to me like this humidity,
Your hot breath, I need alone,
But I know you cannot, Yet I still love thee,

The moon sends me hope, your telegraphs more,
I want to cup your cheek, in this night, today,
You leave me strangled, dangled, more than sore,
please come home safe, sane, I pray,

In this hot summers night, I miss you my Love,
Fly back to me darling, Send me a dove


A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey

truth

I don't know what to do. My mind changes like the seasons, I don't know where the leaves lie, where the sun sets , where the snow falls or how the flowers bloom. Bare with me 

forming an opinnion

Judgements form brick walls. They hold the keys that unlock the greatest doors, too occupied by the blatant appearance. Listen. just hear. Listen with your eyes closed and then form an opinion. Be blind to what is before you and change. For slightest of  moments. Let this stone barrier down for just a second. Feel with your heart. Not your mind 

Bettering myself

When warmth pulls at my eyes, and I look out, I think of you. My lips pull apart and deep emotion curls inside of me. My love for you breaks through and my pride pours out over all that there is. Admitting defeat is always hard, and you know that of all. Please don't take offense to my arrogance, I wish I could stop. I wish I could bite this recalcitrant need to better myself, to better others. To prove. But do remember it's all for you. Every breath is for you 

night

The night goes on and I'm still here. Waiting, curling in on myself. Stomach churning.  The sheets crease with ease, peaking all over my body, I toss, restless. Sweaty palms, desperate for your touch. The cotton kisses back, the room turns too still. Shapes become defined and the darkness seems less dark, yet it's still empty, without you. My mind forces itself to accommodate you, your breath soft against my cheek. Just a breeze in the night. I miss you, all of you. I breath deeply, filling the night air. My sighs fill the night and I breathe your name 


A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey 

Frustration

It's so annoying being frustrated! You don't tend to see things very clearly, and it's almost impossible to break loose from it's infallible grasp. Nothing seems to matter apart from this burning fire, that seeps through your veins filing you with absolute hatred, pushing you to seethe and spit in tyrannous rage. It leaves you bitter, with a tendency to snap and lash out at every opportunity, leaving those closest raw and burnt. Then you sit and wonder. think. Is it really worth it? 


A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey 

Love in my view

Love is a twisted emotion. Yes, we have all heard.  It can chew you up. Consume you. Then leave you, strangled, if you haven't quite got enough. It's funny because you can give and receive plenty of love, but feel totally alone when it's not reciprocated by a certain person. It can shatter you. And build you. And drag you back to square one. It's quite selfish and self-absorbed really. But isn't that what defines the human race ? SO selfish and naive we are to fall for loves curse every time. I often feel blinded by love and seise to realize it's beauty and enormity. Love can make us quake within ourselves, Break us, mend us, bring us together, make us hungry with desire. Love manages to entangle itself with every unique thing, wether be our love for hatred or hatred for love. It shows you all new heights and forces to learn from devastating lows. No emotion is as raw, intense or powerful as love.  

A piece by Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey 

Depression

Life is hard,

I never quite realized it, not for me. My life ,when I  look upon it, seems full; complete. I have everything I ever wished for. A few hinges here and there, but over all I have it so sweet. Only when I encountered a person less fortunate than I am, did I stop to wonder and question if wether or not everyone has it so lucky. It occurred to me right then that the answer was no. although I want to help, so help me I do, I cant fight the constant air of unhappiness that lingers in my mouth with every encounter. I feel guilty for feeling this way. The presence only taints my aura of happiness. My new found positive outcome on life has changed though. I no longer take for granted the precious happiness I maintain. Yet to just neglect this problem, this hurt seems wrong on all counts, to be drawn in deep, and commit to this pain would only inflict pain onto myself. Trapped to share the burden of pain. I wish to take back the day I first intruded and opened this hole of depression and unfamiliarity. To a life that is so much different than my own. Now the promise holds me with a strengthening rope of guilt, constricting me and picking at my happiness. 

A Piece By Jasmine Lewis-Humphrey