La Jazzmine's Chronicles

He watched her go through every commitment. His shoulders heavy from her crying, his arms had gotten used to the feel of her hair, his chest knew the rhythm of her heart beat and the feel of her breath. His ears resound the sound of her soft cries and his mind replayed the memories of her reddened eyes, stained cheeks and blood stained lips.  He knew she deserved better. He knew what she wanted. He knew her value, he knew her worth. He thought that he knew just how best to treat her. He knew what would please her and what would not. He knew what hair styles made her pretty and what styles do not. But... He was just a friend. What could he do in this matter?  She was a beautiful young lady, trying her best to be perfect in her little perfect character. She was a man’s dream. Yet she could not fathom why she had been in several relationship that turned abusive. First it was the simple guy that turned excessively jealous, then it was the social guy that was overly reckle...

While I was rushing off to work one morning. I saw a billboard and the words "with utmost integrity" stood out from other words on it. Prior to the picture and all others written on it, I could smell a touch of sarcasm and irony.I penned down my thoughts in this little piece. Enjoy ======================= I wish I can listen to their lies Believe those putrid lines Gaze at their face Believing that everything is okay Smile at the victory That has been won today Hoping they will keep up the pace That should be set in place With those words of gullible eyes Staring at my face saying, “this is no fun, run!!!” I wish I can fathom why a man Who started with nothing Gets into a place of something And Boom! His brain is knocked out Filled with greedy matter The people he loved becomes a bore The problem he claims to be solved Becomes a chore His heart is caged with ribbed stones He doesn’t fulfil his promise Whereas he claimed to serve with utmost integri...

So here, I feature a wonderful piece by @genoidgy (instagram). With my additions In red. Hope you enjoy this... It's been a while but I'm back for ya baby to kill the boredom and take you to a writing adventure. See ya. What are those wonders? That make us as little children Staring, mystified DEATH He comes to all How he comes, and from whence no one knows,  With a stench or a scar left behind he goes,  On to the next he moves Without stopping even for a second to look back at his rubbles. But we know he comes to all;  At the twinkling of an eye,  breath is gone,  All is dust and ashes. The end is near  The end is a journey, The end has begun, Once it is undertaken, All hope and aspirations end. Family seems to disappear,  A lifetime vanishes to a distant nebula... But there is a hope A life that brings new close A hope of a life untold A life greater than death itself A life that is eternal A life that brings ma...