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Chloe Jasper Poem
A life of things.
Material and meaningless objects.
I know that the contents are trivial but what am I without the case?
What have I to show for myself and my life?
A pack of cigarettes I stow, as I feel that I cannot live without them.
The case is nearly empty now,
holding only the most nonsensical, yet cherished item.
I search for more.
Next I enclose my wristwatch.
I never cared for it’s shape or style,
but at least it has monetary value.
My case is now about half full,
carrying the temporary fulfillment to my desire for both wealth and ecstacy.
I search for more.
Now I place my coat,
my only source of warmth.
I have no love,
so instead I rely on its cozy interior.
My case is almost at its capacity now,
my replacement for true connection taking up most of the space.
I only have room left for one more item.
I must search for more.
I find myself searching my home and my mind frantically.
Searching for items I can be proud of.
Items of true value.
I can’t seem to find anything.
I give up.
Before I leave, I see visions of non-existent photos apparating through my mind.
Photos or memories of family and friends I could take to remember my life.
Photos I wish were reality.
Instead I must pack all of these fatuous items in my case.
For if I do not take them,
I fear that my life will be just as meaningless as the baggage I carry with me.
Copyright © Chloe Jasper | Year Posted 2025
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Chloe Jasper Poem
I could compare it to being in a cardboard box,
to be a boat that has to remain on the docks,
to be a seed that will never see the sun,
to have never kept going when someone said to be done.
Not even knowing what was outside,
not even knowing how it feels to ride the tide,
not even knowing how tall you could have grown,
not even knowing the minds that you could have blown.
If only you knew that you had the capability,
if only you knew that there was a possibility,
if only you knew your talent in the making,
if only you knew of the opportunities that you weren’t taking.
Then maybe, just maybe, your potential would become reality.
Copyright © Chloe Jasper | Year Posted 2025
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Chloe Jasper Poem
Head full of dreams, not a single one shattered.
She had me, and that’s all that mattered.
Sure the hardships came and passed.
Just little things, they never amassed.
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Slowly the hardships got harder and harder.
Soon, I had to think smarter and smarter.
Suddenly there was nothing I could do.
I couldn’t help, she needed someone new.
Perhaps someone more like her.
I began to wonder if there were.
She grew farther and farther away.
There is barely anything left of her here today.
Don’t go old friend, don’t leave me behind.
Copyright © Chloe Jasper | Year Posted 2025
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Chloe Jasper Poem
I want to be yours
you don’t have to be mine
I’d never look at another person
but if you do then that’s fine
I realized I care so much
that I can give and never receive
please cheat lie and yell
as long as you don’t leave
Copyright © Chloe Jasper | Year Posted 2025
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