Hey everybody,
So I wrote this poem in Spanish class, of course. Lol. I decided to try something new on the teaching of my Creative Writing-Poetry professor. He was explaining the other day that a reader does not necessarily care about emotions, but the cause of it. Usually I write poems and my emotions or evident, not necessarily the cause of them, though. Also, he was explaining about rhymes and how it is only best to have concrete rhymes, if you are going to have any at all. The reason being is because rhymes about abstract things seems forced. So here goes, personally I don't like it, but let me know what you all think about it. With love.
One September Day
The storms had passed into the earliest of noon
My thoughts went rampant as I watched the last shower of rain trickle down and disappear into the grass.
The sun made its appearance
almost a millisecond after the rain had quenched the thirst of the Earth.
All was restored.
The rain no longer existed.
There was no reminder of the storms that had just passed.
Except...
My constant thoughts reminding me of the love that I lost from you
because of the storms that we could not weather
but unlike the rain, my tears did not disappear into a bed of grass.
It invaded the internal
staining and trickling to every aspect that reminds me of you.
The sun has not shown up yet to erase the existence of your love.
On this September day,
I found a small trace of rain in the heart of the grass
waiting for the sun to shine.
--Jasmyne K. Rogers
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Georgia State University's First Football Game!
Our first football game in Georgia State University's history on September 2, 2010 at the Georgia Dome. We won against Shorter, Alabama. Score-41-7. Let's Go Panthers!!! =)
Remembering September 11, 2001
Hey everybody,
I'm taking this time now to remember September 11, 2001. It will never be forgotten-the day America cried. I wrote this poem four years ago to pay homage to the victims and heroes of the 9-11 attack.
I'm taking this time now to remember September 11, 2001. It will never be forgotten-the day America cried. I wrote this poem four years ago to pay homage to the victims and heroes of the 9-11 attack.
The Day that America Cried
We stood tall
No one in the world could
believe, imagine,
the planes crashing
our fall.
O, how it took a toll
on our hearts,
our country's soul
when we had to face
that our strength
was actually our weakness
when the terrorists took control.
Two airlines simultaneously
crashed into the Twin Towers
our world devoured
so cowardly
within the silence of two hours.
Our power was no longer reserved, our own
as al-Qaeda crashed another plane
into the Pentagon.
Our world was shaken
The buildings were replaced
but not the 2.973 lives
that were taken.
We remain
unhealed
fragmented
and shattered
over this unexpected disaster.
But here we stand,
with determination in our hearts
and tears in our eyes.
We will always remember September 11, 2001
the day that America cried.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Just Jasmyne: Intro.
Hey everybody,
Okay...so I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret of mines. I am "fascinated" with a dude that can play the guitar or any other instrument so smoothly. That's maybe why I love Prince as an artist. This poem is actually written from a personal experience. Again, don't judge me too badly. Lol. I almost forgot, I wrote this many moons and kisses ago on March 29, 2009.With love.
Intro.
There he stood,
calm, cool, collected,
and here I sat,
admiring his complex
expression.
His selection,
was a
reflection
of me.
The soul, the intensity, the rhythm,
that is to call
his melody.
He meddled me,
told my story,
full of passion,
through his fingers,
stealing my
satisfaction.
His musical distraction
became
my attraction.
My heartbeat danced to the
rhythm of his beat.
Amazed.
He walked off stage,
and took a piece of my heart,
just by the plucking,
the strings of his guitar.
Intro.
--Jasmyne K. Rogers
Okay...so I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret of mines. I am "fascinated" with a dude that can play the guitar or any other instrument so smoothly. That's maybe why I love Prince as an artist. This poem is actually written from a personal experience. Again, don't judge me too badly. Lol. I almost forgot, I wrote this many moons and kisses ago on March 29, 2009.With love.
Intro.
There he stood,
calm, cool, collected,
and here I sat,
admiring his complex
expression.
His selection,
was a
reflection
of me.
The soul, the intensity, the rhythm,
that is to call
his melody.
He meddled me,
told my story,
full of passion,
through his fingers,
stealing my
satisfaction.
His musical distraction
became
my attraction.
My heartbeat danced to the
rhythm of his beat.
Amazed.
He walked off stage,
and took a piece of my heart,
just by the plucking,
the strings of his guitar.
Intro.
--Jasmyne K. Rogers
Just Jasmyne: Whenever. Wherever. Whatever.
Hey everybody,
Okay so this poem was inspired by Maxwell. Yes, I borrowed the title of his song. Lol. That is usually what I do in my poetry. I use the title of a song that I adore and write to it. That's why my poetry seems more like lyrics to me-but anywho, I hope you enjoy it. With love.
Whenever. Wherever. Whatever.
My heart still beats to the rhythm of the music we once shared,
the tempo is gone but the lyrics are still there.
As I attend each day unaware,
that your presence is no longer visible to my eye,
my cry is no longer audible to your heart,
and my mind no longer remembers,
the day, the time, the reason, the moment.
We first grew apart.
But every part of me,
yearns for your love,
unconsciously.
The coldest part of me,
yearns for the warmth of your arms,
the calm of your voice,
that can pacify all storms.
The most fragile part of me,
yearns for the strongest connection,
that purges all objection.
I manage to continue through each day thinking,
that my life has meaning
without the definition of you.
What is it to be true?
When I'm obliviously living a lie,
believing that I can attempt a day without your smile, laughter, or the simplest of a reply.
I've slipped so deep into my denial to avoid facing,
living without you.
I'm pretending to be complacent,
to avoid a replacement of you.
So there's only one statement left to be true,
No matter,
whenever,
wherever,
whatever,
My heart will yearn for the love in you that you have shared with me.
Bye
Bye
Baby.
Okay so this poem was inspired by Maxwell. Yes, I borrowed the title of his song. Lol. That is usually what I do in my poetry. I use the title of a song that I adore and write to it. That's why my poetry seems more like lyrics to me-but anywho, I hope you enjoy it. With love.
Whenever. Wherever. Whatever.
My heart still beats to the rhythm of the music we once shared,
the tempo is gone but the lyrics are still there.
As I attend each day unaware,
that your presence is no longer visible to my eye,
my cry is no longer audible to your heart,
and my mind no longer remembers,
the day, the time, the reason, the moment.
We first grew apart.
But every part of me,
yearns for your love,
unconsciously.
The coldest part of me,
yearns for the warmth of your arms,
the calm of your voice,
that can pacify all storms.
The most fragile part of me,
yearns for the strongest connection,
that purges all objection.
I manage to continue through each day thinking,
that my life has meaning
without the definition of you.
What is it to be true?
When I'm obliviously living a lie,
believing that I can attempt a day without your smile, laughter, or the simplest of a reply.
I've slipped so deep into my denial to avoid facing,
living without you.
I'm pretending to be complacent,
to avoid a replacement of you.
So there's only one statement left to be true,
No matter,
whenever,
wherever,
whatever,
My heart will yearn for the love in you that you have shared with me.
Bye
Bye
Baby.
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