Autumn knocked on my door
this morning
Her hair was auburn
& she was armed with a pumpkin spiced latte
Her scarf was like a blanket
& her boots were lined with fur
She pulled me in for a hug
& squeezed me so tight that my snack
Of assorted biscuits
Travelled it's way back up...
The scents of cinnamon & star anise
Whirled around & choked the air
Every waking day
I am born again
Adopting a new version
Armed with a previous days
Knowledge
& history
& Pulling back the duvet
I will rise out of my sheets
Like a phoenix
Rebirth
I push the past
Out of the way...
Facing what's ahead
Until tomorrow
When I am
Born again
My lips quiver & shake
Chin following
Teeth cluttering
Mouth parted
Until I cry
Like I am a child again
Muttering a "This isn't fair"
Following with a stomp of my feet
& a kick of a chair
Chase Your Dreams, Not Instagram Likes
- 2:54 PM
- By Jazmine Cartwright
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Who gives a shit
About how many likes
Your last post on Instagram got?
Oh right
You do
& I used to be the same
Wondering what I could do
To reach fame...
But at the end of the day
I'd rather have ten likes
on a poem that I worked
My ass off for
Because ten people in a room is much more
Then I'd really be comfortable with anyway
And these ten people may even comment
We may have a conversation out of it
Out of me chatting shit
So why chase likes?
Instead chase your dreams
Put a pen to paper
& just write
Write everything you
See
Feel
Breathe
Poetry is where life is
It's alive if you want it to be
It's here for you more than you believe
& the people who are on the same journey
Are here too
Maybe at a different stage
But still the same road
Not distracted by sign posts
That scream a lack of dignity
Or toxicity
Or evil
So crave simplicity in these times of need
& fuck what's considered acceptable if you're happy
Keep chasing those dreams
Instead of acceptance of others
Chase what life really should be
Follow the laws of living healthily
& aim to be free
Heart of Gold
Berlin
But not an inch of glamour
A hostel
Not a hotel
or something of the latter
A man floating about
& wandering
but doesn't have a key
He's just begging for a room
& everyone is letting him be
A football shirt
& faded tattoos
He's walking here
Then walking there
All over the boat
He's making friends
& chatting shit
Looking like a right tit
He has no clothes
But a packet of crisps
Asking for cash
his limbs peaking out
& a bright red angry rash
People go about their lives
Walking
Sitting
Talking
I find it hard to romanticise
When I don't even know them
No feelings attached
May as well be a one-night stand
A quick 'sorry'
When you bump shoulders
But otherwise
No chat
Maybe if you're lucky
We may even hold eye contact
But a stranger can become a lover
From out of the blue
Until it ends quicker than planned
And you hadn't wanted it to
Then the lover becomes a stranger
With nothing you can do
You barely recognise them
& they feel the same way about you too...
Spring showers are shit
Unpredictable & surprising
I dressed for the summer
Then shivered home
Crying
My bare legs
Red
With goosebumps & pimples
It's a good job
I didn't cross the line
& dust off my flip-flops
"It's freezing out there"
Then a shiver & a shake
I've heard the same line
Over & over
There's no mistake
I let out a fake laugh
& a cheesy big smile
Customers test my patience
Every once in a while
This is a poem
For my first love
It is not a he
Nor a she
Physically underwhelming
May I say
But the feelings that I get
In my stomach
& my mind
The little blush & laugh
& smile
Always there
Anytime
Any day
An extension of
My heart & soul
I'd marry it
If I could
My first true love
Is always here
Poetry
Thank you
For being
My muse