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Jasmine Viau Poem
Regardless of why I was dying, I’d stopped trying,
Courage dwindling, power idling,
Pursed lips, liquid and glass colliding,
Forming what I viewed as my life’s last attempt at hiding.
Nevertheless, chances were scare,
I’d decided to laugh at gods stretched hand toward my heart.
The unreceived care I’d pushed away through pipes,
The smoke and mirrors I’d danced around at dark.
Through all my pain and suffering I’d experienced throughout my life,
No one else’s soul but mine had the ability to tear me apart.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
Every time I disclose
My hearts predisposed
To the hurt that enfolds
Directing my heart to redisclose
All my emotions then re-implode
Leading me to finally explode
I know I've been like this before
Feeling, behaving, and releasing my minds whole
Yet I know this wasn’t my initial goal
To let the world take a peak of my soul
Although here I am still standing as a mold
For the next generation to reach their true goal
So those hearts can connect as one deep haul
Encompassing each and every person’s virtues and entailing’s folds
It’s not for me to distinguish this
The devils kiss makes me think I’m faking it
Id rather be in prison than be killed for this
Instead of being a woman and taking it.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
Bloods dripping down my face, im a disgrace
A fool for thinking I could ever win this race.
I’ve solicited my life to be replaced,
All my possessions, sanity, and sociality erased.
Though it seems that change and development have been taken away,
My mind plays around with possibilities of future arrays.
Instead of concluding my story with misery and decay,
I’ve decided to be grateful and live fully each day.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
I sat at the food court today,
l people watched as usual,
I noticed people's faces,
I noticed people's hair,
I then actually came to the realization that I was consciously watching people.
I then became aware.
I then became emotional.
I then realized the beauty I was being exposed to,
I was watching the little things,
I was looking at the older men playing cards,
I was eying the families happily sharing a meal.
I find this a considerable beauty.
I teared up; I held back tears.
I think people should look more closely and realize the precious moments that are happening so close to them.
I think life should not be taken for granted.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
You weren’t of true interest because we haven’t truly met,
My commitment regarding my parents, and my devotion towards success.
You then seemed to pique my interest when my anxiety got the best,
Although sadly this seemed to spiral into emotions and regress.
What would be claimed my best years would no longer take off as a success,
Instead, they’d be the catalyst to my life’s sad and emotional depress.
I now walk amongst the others whose choices they deeply regret,
I’m a shell of the person I once was, that society will soon forget.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
You have lethal weapons, yet I'm unarmed,
Sweet venomous words, yet I'm uncharmed,
Convinced of delusion I become a shelter of myself,
Yet you only seem to grow, fueled by your malicious malintent,
You interpret my frustration as my weakness and therefore your victory,
Although the crucial part you are missing is that nobody else like a women can handle that much resiliency.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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Jasmine Viau Poem
I felt like just another and I knew it,
Hated myself but was forced to go through it.
I knew illness and self-disgust were the forces making me do it,
Leaving me with negative feelings and emotions to prove it.
Constantly wondering why I was making myself do it,
Yet here I was, allowing my person to resuscitate but I blew it.
I TAKE A BREATH
I’d be quickly reassured by my thoughts it’s because I’m a monster,
Edibl-y consumed, I’m an imposter.
Forcing my beat and bruised body to no longer halter,
I will continue to give in to life’s disgusting consumptions faulter.
Copyright © Jasmine Viau | Year Posted 2026
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