Author: Yaselynn

I’m a young lady lost in thought , philosophy and opinions, some belong to me others stolen. Talking about life, love, and life’s let downs. You'll see my passion for poetry, psychology, religion, Food and the sky, although I can’t guarantee consistency. Writing, forces me to process my thoughts on topics I would normally ignore. I view the world, people and myself as contradictions. This is good and sometimes bad, either way, I plan to talk about it. The effects of random situations in life, the cause, and effects. How I handle them and how others prevail through life.

In the Beginning

Love

Good Love

Sweet Love

My Love

Tinder Love

Love, Love and Love

Timeless Love

Diligent Love

Patient Love

Forgiving Love

Love ,Lovely ,Love!

In thee beginning was Love.

Till the end of time Love will love.

Love remembers, Fears, Joys, and Hopes.

Love is Endless, Boundless and Confusion Free.

The world, will end in love where it began.

Good Love?

Filled with Good Love!

Simple and true, I think about love so much it’s becoming the truth .

So conclusive and forthcoming no longer a ghost to me.

Like breathing air, and saying nightly prayers.

Its pulsing in my body like blood I swear.

Confiscated my pains and cleaned up my soul.

When I see couples bearing happiness in their faces and prosperity in the soul.

Families big and small, up and down the place I stare.

I start to dance when I see couples, young or old.

Love is ringing in my head, plucking at my senses to get into formation and find my own love.

Sweet love makes me feel warm.

Dwelling on love.

Swirling in my vains.

Stirs my soul in a fluttery fashion.

Calling me to play.

Jump, twirl and spin.

I paraid around feeling joyous .

And I take a swing at it.

Throwing myself all in.

Love lovely Love not synthetic and confusing.

Mindful Love makes the world spin and continue to fill.

The End is declared from the Beginning.

Who Cries Besides I?

Does the grass cry, when pasture and lawns are being mowed?

Do trees cry out to God, asking to ease the pain when being chopped?

Do flowers scream when being plucked?

If not then what’s wrong with I?

The birds cry out in hunger.

The fish swim to better waters.

Again I ask, who am I?

I’ve never heard a plant cry and beg.

Do they understand their life more than I?

As creation seems more at peace than I.

So who cries besides I, when life plucks it up?

I can’t hear a sound when a tree is struck to the ground.

Lightning strikes and fields go up in billows of smoke.

Submissive, I say to a single strain of grass lying in the palm of my hand.

Yielding to the twist and turns of life.

Creation seems to understand this fickle life more than I.

To the Sun, Star’s and Moon I salute you. How accepting you are of a seemingly brutal fate.

To the trees and fish who cries more than I?

Seems they’ve all learned a trick and left me out the mix.

Content with living life as it comes and moves them about.

Aware that they are grass and fish are fish.

Understanding that they must swim to be a fish.

And then there’s me.

Who cries more than I?

Born unsure of my life’s fate.

Unsure of what it is that I’m supposed to do.

Still I cry.

Cry day and night.

I pray, “Lord give me sight throughout my days.”

As the green grass grows and dies, so will I.

Embracing time and life’s seasons.

Creation doesn’t cry in winter.

Things just wither and die.

Is it because they know?

Know that seasons come and go.

Who am I to cry?

The human body was built to take this life.

I have shelter from the wind and storms. The grass doesn’t, and still I cry.

The birds nest outside and up high. I rest low, enclosed and I sleep warm and tight.

Still I cry.

Who cries more than I and my fellow man?

Maybe God as he says we were made in his image.

If I read I may find what makes God cry.

Turns out creation does cry.

It cries out and mourns, bears witness and holds grudges against man.

But we can’t hear.

Funny thought, that creation knows more than I.

More than mankind combined.

For when creation cries, it’s not up to the moon or to one another.

Creations smarter then man, crying out to the creator of the land.

Instead of searching for a human ear.

Look to the grass and how it grows.

Taking every opportunity it gets to grow.

Soaking up the sun when out, resting though the night.

Dying when the time comes.

creation all cries.

But who more than I and all of mankind.

I’ll Be… Just Fine.

Featured

Since I liked your eyes,I sent my reply.

Since you liked my hair, I allowed you to stare.

I liked your eyes, I sent another reply.

I could pass on his feet, because they looked so beat.

Worn from all the places he’s been.

I said hello and that’s how it begins.

A simple reply just to pass the time.

Enjoying just letting go of time.

But time showed it’s face after just a few dates.

Foolish for me to imply, nonetheless I granted space.

Now it’s been over a months time,

Three full moons, symbolic this I know.

What it means, that I just don’t know.

If it was up to me, I’d know with surety and a shout.

No confusion or petty moments of doubt.

Together no, not ever. Ever since I replied I changed my fate.

I’d like to be considerate and more right and thorough. But no longer will I force myself , and just be true.

If I don’t feel it and neither do you.

Let’s just end this, and that’s what we’ll do.

That night was the last, a few moments before I knew.

Knew that I wanted to forget you.

Knew that I didn’t want you.

Knew that I wouldn’t continue to entertain you.

Knew that this wasn’t it, truely nothing against you.

I just knew that it wasn’t you.

I’d be a fool to continue pushing through. Blinded until I made the mistake of loving you.

No games as I don’t have the space for you.

Over it is and I wish the very best to you.

I know I was great, and I pray for myself to continue living this way.

Never bitter, beaten and cowering from love, friendship, bonds and ties all alike.

I’ll be fine and so will you.