I Won A Contest.

Hey everyone i just recently won a poetry contest in my school. I got first place for my grade! i have to read my poem outloud to this audience at the college my mom goes to. Nervous? I'm a little nervous..i mean i never read my poetry outloud to a bynch of strangers/professionals. Haha...Meh. Well, it looks like i have a follower?? Thanks follower!! I can't really see who the follower is becasuse im in school an dmy school has that block thing..y..Haha my friend just told me i type too fast. Whichj i guess is true because i can type from 95-102 words per min. :3 Heh ^^''
Well, anyway i'm prettu sure the only one reading this is my one follower and i dont even think that they are going to read this. But, hey, any readers out there~ Thanks. :3
Ill be updating my stuff soon...
OH YEAH: It was my birthday recently! April first.
Another thing is..I'm engaged. Oh yeah <3>->
He got on his left knee and it was in the most romantic/perfect place EVER. A little corner with two benches. Surounded by trees and greenery. It was sort of in the public, though no-one saw. He said

"Jasmine Skye..Will you take my hand in marriage."

I'm thinking Oh my god. -laughs-
I said yes and the ring is a beautiful onyx stone. We are getting married when we are of age.
Which isn't far away.
Well...I'll post pictures later.
Bye loves <3

-Jasmine aka Neko.

Collect call to your heart.

I made a collect call to your sympathy but it's not accepting the charges and you're playing "i don't cares" for a dial tone as my fingers stumble, searching for the right numbers to make you listen.

But i can only leave so many messages on your [un]answering machine before i lose my voice all together so that i'm left rasping out awkward silences that fill the notches of your ribcage leaving that subtle beat that begs to get out. completely trapped behind electrostatic bones and it's in the emptiness of your response that i realize our love has been disconnected.

[your veins are telephone wires but they don't reach your heart]

And we're using these phones since we hate to be close enough to hear that way our breathing patterns clash so you put an ocean between us which is swimming with "i'll-miss-yous" and "distance-makes-the-heart-grow-fonders."

[or perhaps, it's like "fondness-makes-the-heart-grow-distant" since love feels more than just a few thousand miles away.]

and the cracks between my fingers have never been emptier even as the spinning second hand begs for my open palm but time isn't meant for holding and it's doing nothing to mend my breaking heart.

[so your second cliche of the day is wrong too: time doesn't heal any wounds.]

all this distance has torn us more than just miles apart; its ripped iloveyous in half and forevers have been shredded like sheets of paper between absent-minded fingers on transatlantic flights to "i-love-you-for-never" and now you're living in tomorrow fiftyfourhundred minutes into my future. and i'm nothing but the past tense to your present. so in these ever-tiring conversations taped from broken fingers i've noticed that you started ending everything to do with me in an -ed.

[you've turned into disguised goodnights that are really goodbyes and i-loved-yous instead of i-still-dos,]

the problem is that i replaced the "i" in "live" with an "o" so that i can't see without you; so that "i" don't even exist without you and what's worse is i'm seven digits and twenty-five cents short of calling you and you wouldn't answer anyways.

[you've told me that i beg the question but all i've ever wanted was eight letters in exchange for pushing those seven numbers.]

I miss you..

Ivy blankets grow over the path of this long forgotten canal where weeping willows shed silent tears and darkness looms in history now laid deep in the musty foilage of yesterdays scream
I thought about you, about us, lovers tangled in an ethereal knot of beauty with gently under-tones of soft skin touching the soul. a cool blend of you and me
i smiled, then cried holding on tight to the memory
I miss your touch on these lonely walks through deserted streams, wondering if magic lamps rubbed daily could wish you back, while fires dwindled in the hearth of time flown by sad to to think about our lives gone passing, hidden in the shawows of the infant night

Will you?

If angels flew from yesterday
and whispered in your ear,
kissed away your sorrow
and brushed away your tears
would you believe them if they told you
that love is all around,
would you clip your dark wings
just to put your feet back on the ground
Would you hear me calling
when eternity gets too far,
will you know that I'll always love you
no matter where you are.
will you feel my tender lips
even though we've been apart,
will this distance stop you from hearing
the sound of my beating heart
Will you still meet me in the moon light
underneath the summer tain,
will you let our passion wash away
each moment trapped in quiet pain
will you let me kiss you and hold youthrought it all,
will you let my arms catch you whenever you might fall

Golden Thread

At night i find myself alone in an empty bed,
eyes closed, awake.
The beauty of our golden thread
tiny and perfect in everyway,
his multicolored eyes help me make it through
even the worst of days
For you alone
I'd lay down my life and die
created in love caught straight from a dream,
plucked from the waters of a heavenly stream
soft and gentle those lovely foot prints that you tread
we'll always be connected by that golden thread

Yesterdays Junkie, Todays Man

yesterdays junkie is out there on the streets
beating macadam with his feet
intuned to the hustle cause its whatever it takes,
whatever it takes.
todays man is strong, rock heavy been through it all
where even alone is cool
cause he needs time to think things through,
time to think things through.
yesterdays junkie is broken, broke, breaking and entering
to achieve a slice of inner silence
cause dope sick screams for a taste,
screams for a taste
todays man is healthy spritually, physically and mentally
he smiles even in the face of the deep down ghetto blues,
cause thats the way its got to be,
the way its go to be .
yesterdays junkie has no friends except the cooker and the needle,
his friend his mother
his arm fucking lover is all in that bag,
all in that bag

Duet song that i wrote.

{girl part}
he carries his life in a backpack cause he's on the move, stars in his eyes when he's in the groove, tatooed scars on yesterdays vein, he'll give you a smile when you call out his nametheres somebody different when hes in disguise ,dont look for the truth when he tells you all lies, so far away..cant bring yourself back..so far away and on the wrong track
far away boy cant let you pass me by
far away boy cant stand it when you cry
far away boy you're all alone
far away boy cant find your way home

{boy part}

such virtual plastic that her skin loves to wear, razors on her arm ,yeah they take her there. oh how can i touch her if shes not who she seems. chasing those dragons and lost in a dreamif i could repair all the damage she's ever done, and give her darkness a slice of the sun. kiss away the junkie lost in the street and sooth all the miles underneath her tired feet. you know that i would but sometimes intentions are misunderstood yeah sometimes intentions are misunderstood
far away girl im in love with your vibe
far away girl you knew well survive
far away girl dont die on that cross
far away girl you'll never be lost