Dark Tales

Victory calls on the tips of our tongues,

But the doubts in our mind make us gulp.

Eager eyes squint for the light,

screaming to anyone for help.

Endless tunnels and bottomless pits,

are what our trials seem to us.

Pleas of desperation are only echoed back,

recurring hardships line up our track.

I don’t see any hope,

It’s still a dark night.

I don’t think I can cope,

It’s still a dark night.

How long will it be, till

we breath the air of peace?

The peace that we deserve,

for all the time we serve.

How long will it be, till

we are finally free?

From the endless toil of,

achieving our dreams.

How long will it be, till

our efforts are tolled.

For all we said and meant,

for the blood and tears we spent.

It’s been a long time,

And it’s still a dark night.

I’ve done my time,

But it’s still a dark night.

Hope flickers till it blacks out,

emotions erupt till they fizz out.

The burdens of our goals become phases of our past,

the memories of our struggles are faded fast.

And it’s still a dark night.

We wait for the strike of a match.

We wait with anxious minds,

And our breaths seem to catch.

Realizing the grim situation,

We are unable to make up our minds.

Unable to accept the end of efforts,

and defeat that eats at our insides.

- And when we fall through this doomed pit,

A part of us claws desperately.

The part that defines all of us,

and whispers in our minds softly.

For the sake of those struggles, the blood and tears.

For the sake of all  the time that we spent.

Let’s climb up the slippery path again,

for the sake of the happiness at the end.

The hope that will show me the way,

the will that gives me strength.

I will continue to search for that light,

Even when, it’s still a dark night.

- Jasmine John

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  • #still dark #poetry #jasminejohn #won'tgive up #doomed #hope #trials #never
  • 3 days ago

Tiptoe and Whisper

The night is black,
and the streetlight flickers.
Your heels clank against the pavement.
The watchful eyes are staring you down,
as you make your way through the dark alleys.
You quicken your footsteps,
and clutch your bag tighter.
Try not to look them in the eyes.
You’re counting footsteps,
afraid to check how far you’ve made it.
The expensive watch feels wrought around your wrist,
And you wish it wasn’t this late.
Cold sweat runs down the side of your head,
You stop for a moment to take a breath.
Your feet are sore and your back aches,
But the haunting alley hasn’t ended yet.
You notice them crouched near the walls,
their eyes dim and perceptive.
Their piercing gazes and shifty eyes,
get you on your way again.
You hear the cars and the noise of traffic,
The color in your cheeks slowly return.
You hail for a taxi and head home,
thanking God as you rest head against the window.
Not many like you reach the end of that alley,
The claws of the night grab tight.
The cries are loudest when the fear is evident,
in these alleys so crooked and bent.

- Jasmine John

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  • #sexual harassment #girlpower #scared #miserable world #poetry #jasminejohn #alleys #womenempowerment
  • 3 days ago

Paper boats.

The cold rain falls incessantly,

The thunders roll on without a stop.

Outside, the temperature drops,

as the rage of the storm thrashes about.

The raindrops hit against the windows,

threatening to shatter the glass.

The fire crackles beneath the fireplace,

as I stare at the clock counting hours.

My eyes fall on the piano,

looking grand across the hallway.

I wish you were here to play our song,

The one you always did on my birthday.

I run my hands on the slippery keys,

and press a few out of curiosity.

And before I know, I begin to play,

The song you always did on my birthday.

The music spreads like a forest fire,

And the voices in my heart are set free.

The notes touch each nerve in my brain,

and my heart connects in pure symphony.

The storm doesn’t bother me,

I don’t mind the rain anymore.

I can’t hear the raindrops fall,

The bursting clouds don’t scare me at all.

The thunder rumbles throughout the night,

And the streets overflow with water.

The lightning flashes and the fire burns,

But the waves of joy fail to falter.

I wake up stiff and tired,

I’d slept near the piano all night.

Pulling the curtains aside, I smile,

At the first rainbow in the morning sky.

- Jasmine John

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  • #rain #poetry #jasminejohn #poetess #piano #memories #birthday #missingyou
  • 3 days ago

Songs of the Forgotten.

You sing of the deep oceans,

and the blue skies.

The sunflowers in spring,

and the dew at night.

I listen to your voice, with

all the breath in my heart.

And try to remember the

melody, that I forgot.

You sing of the sound of the waves,

and even I can’t make out,

 the depth in every phrase.

But I continue to try with all

the breath in my heart,

to search for the melody that I forgot.

I wouldn’t mind staying here all night,

listening to you sing of the colors of life.

I wouldn’t mind losing my way,

as long as you’re there to take my breath away.

And as you sing of the green fields,

and the blush of a maiden behind the veil.

I found the melody that I forgot,

as your voice reached the depths of my heart. 

- Jasmine John

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  • #songs #poetry #voices #beautiful #heart #melodies #jasminejohn
  • 5 months ago
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Cloudy Skies and Magic.

Do we really know about the sky? I guess no one really does. All we know is that the ionosphere reflects radio waves and all we see are the glimmering stars. But no matter how many astronomers and astronauts there are, we’ll never be able to get enough of it.

You know you can dig the earth, reach the center and hit the bottom. But it’s not the same with what’s above.

No matter how far you look, no matter how high you reach, you can never hit the top. It’s an enigma. It makes you keep searching for something. Meteor showers, shooting stars and eclipses are just glimpses of the beautiful magic above us. The rainbows of hope and the warm evening skies remind us of the significance of the mysteries yet to be discovered.

And in the end, you can’t help but enjoy moments when you experience the bliss of the warmth under the skies and what’s beyond it. It’s an unfathomable aspect and that’s why heaven’s really above us, right?

In a place truly beautiful, which no one really knows about. That’s what makes some people look forward to it, when they’re ready to know about it.

- Jasmine John

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  • #skies #beautifu #prose #jasminejohn #poetess #mystery #sky
  • 5 months ago
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You Found You.

You’re wailing and screaming and crying.

Consumed with mirth, drenched in pain,

exhausted with fear.

The ground falls beneath your feet,

your hands reach out to the sky.

There’s not a thing you can hear.

A blind light shines upon your face,

an elliptical drop touches your hair.

Your heart is filled with freedom,

- undaunted by the possibilities.

Your mind is at peace with you,

- nonchalant of what may come.

Then as lightening burns the night sky,

And thunder shakes the clouds awake.

Tremulous rain falls down like confetti,

And you slowly disappear and fade away.

~ Jasmine John

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  • #you #poetry #jasminejohn
  • 7 months ago
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Insomnia.

I want to go to sleep,

but these words keep pouring out.

I mumble and whisper and speak,

Of things I shall never figure out.

I write so furiously,

Of words that make no sense.

I’m afraid of what my heart is feeling,

or what it’s trying to tell.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up,

If Time allowed slumber.

And tear up these pieces,

of wasted paper.

I’ll wake up to another day,

Of confusion and doubt.

Of what it is my heart seeks,

And is bursting to scream and shout.

~ Jasmine John

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  • #poetry #jasminejohn #insomnia #can'tstopcan'tsleep
  • 7 months ago
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Hallowed.

The fireworks burst and shatter in the sky,

and fade away in the blink of an eye.

No trace, no glitter left behind,

except for shadow and smoke in the night.

The winds carry the music of the fields,

the rivers bring the tears to sea.

The symphony silences at the mountain peak,

and the tears are lost in the depth of the sea.

The tallest trees do fall one day,

the warm sand does disappear one day,

the young grow old and the old wither out,

buried in the earth to decay and rot.

- And another firework flies out to sky,

and bursts into millions of bright light.

The winds carry away and the river flows on,

The birds rejoice a bright new dawn.

The little seed may take it’s time,

the Miracles of Life shall slowly bind.

The mother smiles at the child’s first cry,

and thanks heavens, up above so high.

~ Jasmine John

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  • #circle of life #life goes on #birth #beautiful #miracles #endless #jasmine john
  • 9 months ago

Undaunted.

I see the world in black and white,

I push and pull with all my might.

My walls stand strong and 

my eyes shine bright,

I jump over pits toward that light.

The light that drives the hearts of the brave,

the light that frightens the cowards and the naive.

I see it clear though it’s a far sight,

I’ll tread on thorns by the hollow night.

The road gets treacherous at the end of the ride,

But I’ve decided to leave my worries behind.

The journey has been long and hard,

and cynical thoughts have crossed my mind.

Even when my heart, sinks in disdain,

The warrior in me shall never fail.

~ Jasmine John

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  • #warrior #fight #not backing down #ever #faith #belief lifelessons #life lessons #jasmine john #poetess #jasminejohn
  • 9 months ago

The Stricken Today, The Grim Tomorrow.

The planet scorches and smokes,

toxic fumes of mortal’s business.

Having lost it’s natural radiance,

is now crude and coarse.

The oceans wail and rage, 

for their waters exploited.

Seas cry out for the life within,

and the bounty that which is plundered.

The trees moan in vain,

as humans burn them down.

Their precious resources lay wasted,

and humanity carries recklessly on.

The Sky watches silently from above,

"Oh the agony I’ve witnessed."

"I can shelter no longer the earth,

and the treasures with which we’re blessed.”

The earth once full and lavish,

now crackles in it’s parched lands.

The Sun bends down, merciless,

and the snow mountains decline.

The human race, ignorant and guilty,

are blinded by their foolishness.

They continue their ghastly criminal deeds,

unaware of the Age of Darkness.

As for me, I am human too,

guilty as much as you.

Like me, have others sung songs of nature, 

and the bounty that which it beheld.

Now these will remain mere words,

ascribed on pieces of  paper.

Until the spark of humanity,

is finally lit together.

The posters and slogans,

will do no good.

It’s respect that nature needs.

Refill the bounty, save what’s left,

from which our children may feed.

~ Jasmine John

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  • #poetry #jasminejohn #nature #pagan #mother earth #the elements #humanity #life lessons #cruel #wake up #poetess
  • 11 months ago
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Petrichor.

The sun sinks below the horizon,

the city sleeps under the shimmering stars.

Dreams and thought float in the dark,

hopes of the persistent in dire hours.

The sullen and pensive, tired of vain pursuits,

turn cynical thinking of the day ahead.

Dismal with the thought of recurring failures,

Another defeat is what they dread.

Battle for the glory is a mighty struggle,

and the forces of life beat you down.

Let these grim thoughts settle,

even as fate upon you frowns.

There’s more to glory than glory itself,

it’s rather the strife you endure for it.

Showers of triumph shall rain upon you,

your reasons to worry are anything but true.

I say to those wakeful brethren,

Sleep now and sleep well,

Glory in your lives shall flood the gates

As for you, the persistent, petrichor day awaits.

- Jasmine John

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  • #petrichor #victory #philosophy #poetry #jasminejohn #don't give up #triumph #rain #glory #fate #battle of life #poetess
  • 12 months ago
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Ascent.

It’s not fate, it’s not the lines on your palm and it’s definitely not your birth date. You have the power to make your destiny, your future. The power is within you. Feel it, overcome it. Accept it.

Don’t sit down. Rise. Rise above all that you were yesterday. Take that one step today and another tomorrow.

Dream big. But don’t forget to work toward them. Reach out far, but don’t fall off the edge. Don’t search for a path, make one.

It’s never too late. You still dream. You have hope and strength. You can find the strength. Search for yourself in the ocean of your heart.

You’re blinded by the glitter and fooled by that smokescreen. And you’re too busy looking at other people, being like them that you forget who you are.

Because when you’re at the corner and life’s beating you down, you’re sweating, your ears are ringing and your head’s pounding. That day you’ll fall alone. They won’t take your beating, they won’t block the punches and they won’t feel the blood rushing and burning your veins. You will.

The walls are pushing down on you and the gates are closing. Remind yourself of the power within. You push harder. Fight. Not for your parents, not for your friends, but for yourself. Ball up that fist and put everything you’ve got into achieving that one thing you’ve always dreamt of.

Because when you stand on top of that mountain or sit in that comfy chair or finally open that letter, you’ll know you did it. And you didn’t do it for anybody else but yourself.

And that day will be the best day of your life. That day, you and the world will know, that you rose. You did. 

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  • #philosophy #angsty #rise #power #push yourself harder #achieve your dreams #dream big #hope #dreams #fight
  • 1 year ago
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The Wistful Poet.

A pen, a paper,

fervent.

A pensive time,

a restless moment.

The thoughts flow out.

Not like a fountain,

But a waterfall.

Emerging and crashing.

The mind clears,

the pen stops,

and the soul ponders.

Still and skeptic,

the poet reads,

that which he has produced.

And then the power.

The Power of Words,

surges within.

The greatest of all,

of Divine Worlds.

- Jasmine John

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  • #poet #poetess #jasminejohn #poetry #power of words
  • 1 year ago
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I’ve never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You’d think they were diamonds.

Will Herondale
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  • #books #diamonds #precious #clockwork angel
  • 1 year ago
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