Poetry

Here are a few of Jasper's free-verse poetry, musings, and rantings.

Why don't you talk to someone about your depression?

Why don't you talk to someone about your depression?
 
I take a deep breath and exhale my exhaustion as I look at the cold floor and shake my head…
 
Because I know that I will not find a solution in the pills that a psychotherapist hands me.
 
Because I know that my answers will not be found in the words that proceed from the tongue of a shrink sitting in a cleverly and strategically designed office.

A fading flame of hope...

I’ll take broken vessels over “perfect people”.

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I’ll take a puppy's slobbering licks of genuine affection over the false embraces of fake humans.

I’ll take a mother’s lullaby over a maestro's masterpiece.

I’ll take truthful talks over luscious lips.

I’ll take earnest ears over auricles that yearn for sweet nothings.

I’ll take grandma’s braids over salon’s fades...