Category Archives: Creative Writing, Poetry

I am not Perfect

I am not Perfect
My faults are my friends,
They make me imperfect.

You see my faults,
My fears,
My mistakes
My weaknesses.

Those faults,
Those fears,
Those mistakes,
Those weaknesses
Haunt me everywhere I go
Night and day they follow me.
Up, up higher, higher
They catch me
They chain me tight not letting me free.
They call me
They know my name
Like a criminal,
I am on the run trying to escape
Away, away, far away from my fears and doubts.

I am not perfect
Imperfect is my friend,
Imperfect is my shadow
It will never fade.



Inside my Notebook

Hello Everyone :-)!

“Inside my Notebook” is a poem I wrote one day when I was feeling emotional in a positive way about how much writing has helped me through the tough times I was experiencing.

“Inside my Notebook”

Inside my notebook
Are the secrets, and feelings
That I keep inside,
Not daring to show them
In the open for fear of what others
Might think of me.

The notebook,
Its blank white pages, empty
Are my friends waiting to be written on, waiting to feel the ink touch on them.
The word trust exists in each blank page that binds the notebook together.
They know nothing of judgement or negativity.

Inside my notebook, life experiences are waiting to be etched forever to remain there,
Never to be erased.
Inside my notebook are my secrets that I will never reveal.


The Forbidden Forest Part 1

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How have you all been? Hope you have all been great 🙂 me I have been great as always working hard to make my dream of writing a reality. Here is a story I am working on:

“The Forbidden Forest Part 1″

Kristy was sitting on a big rock outside staring at the clear evening sky with wonder in her face. Although she was a few miles away from her house, she was not scared or worried of getting lost. She did not want to go inside the house for that meant missing the usual beauty of the blue sky turning into black darkness, and admiring the big round moon shining down on her.

The ten-year-old girl sighed with regret once more as she does every evening.

” Oh how I wish I could stay outside the whole night and explore the beauty and mystery of night.” She thought to herself as she always does when walking on her way home.

Kristy was not like other girls in the village who would rather stay inside the house and play dress-up with paper dolls, or go calling with friends to gossip about a cute boy or the latest fashion trends. Kristy would rather dance around the wide field of flowers and go exploring in the near forests for beautiful objects that mother nature has to offer. Usually her mother let her stay out in the night, but not today.

She found her mother standing by the door waiting for her.

“Oh mother, why can’t children stay outside at night today, just like in daytime?” Kristy looked at her mother with wonder in her eyes.

Her mother looked back at her daughter with patience hugging her. “Because it is not safe, many children have been lost from going in the forbidden forest.”

“Do they come back?” She asked curiously. As  they stared at the night sky from the window next to Kristy’s bed.

“I do not know honey, now go to sleep.” Her mother kisses both her cheeks tenderly and hugs her warmly.”

“Goodnight mother.”

“Goodnight my daughter.”

Kristy could not sleep for the strong desire and hunger to know what secret things happen in the forest on Halloween night haunted her ten-year-old mind.

She slowly got up from her warm cozy bed, slipped on a warm sweater and her brown boots, careful not to wake her mother she set out really quietly into the cold mysterious night. 


My Two Favorite Anne’s


Dear Anne,

Yes that is what I am going to start calling you from now on. It’s my favorite name, it is the name of two of my favorite people. The first is Anne Frank, whom I consider amazing, she kept a diary as well. She used her diary to express herself, her own feelings, opinions and beliefs about life, that is what I admire about her. The second is Anne Shirley from the Anne of Green Gables novels, although she is fictional I like to believe that she did exist and that all of her books are about her real life. Both of the Anne’s are free-spirited, fun, brave, and courageous.

image Anne Frank’s diary.



Your Friend,

Jasmine 🙂


My journal from the front cover.

If both of them were alive I would of loved to meet them one day and tell them exactly how I feel whenever I read their stories.

image Anne Shirley.

Waiting for Love

Hello Everyone :-)!

Letting love in is kind of complicated especially when that special someone does not know how you feel for them.


For me, feelings of love came when I was in eighth grade. His name is Joseph and he was so nice to me 🙂 I fell in love with his smile because his smile was so beautiful:-) we were both in the same Gym class and he would sit in front of me, I in the back. He would turn around and smile at me sometimes that my heart would just melt, making me speechless, full of blushing red on my face and ears.


The bad thing about all of this was that I kept my feelings of him to myself, I would be completely scared of telling him how I feel about him, because of the fear of rejection.

I think it was just puppy love, or not, may never know. Only God knows. I only hope to find my true love someday 🙂 I have had crushes before but have not found the right person for me yet.


Besides, I am not rushing the need to date a guy that will sweep me off my feet, like in a song: ” for everything there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a chance for every purpose under heaven.”  I have come to believe that it is best to wait until true love comes to me, I will wait patiently.


Here is a poem that I wrote on one of my notebooks about my deep longing to know if my crush had the same feelings for me, yes or no:

I wish I had the guts to tell you
How much I love you.
You are all wrapped up in your own world, and I in mine
That sometimes it is hard
To let out my feelings for you.

We are both two different people,
We don’t know each so well,
But if you give me the chance
Maybe, we can grow into something amazing.

I wish I had the guts to tell you
How much I live you,
But you are all wrapped up in your world, and I in mine.
It is sometimes hard to let out my feelings for you.


Glitter my Life

Before darkness was my only friend, loneliness always following me.
But when I discovered Jesus as my Savior he filled me with His true love, a love that will never be replaced.
Friends come and go but now I truly know that You will always be watching over me.
I am going to glitter my life because now I believe in Jesus.
He is the Savior the one who rescued me from the darkness, and the never ending sea of loneliness. In Him I have learned to put my struggles, and to trust. Whenever I pray to Him I feel that my life is full of promise and chances to take without fear.

Yes I will glitter my life without fear.


Got to Let You Go

Sitting in my room,
All alone with nothing else to do
But just think of you.
Everyday the same thing on my mind, don’t know how to take you off my mind.
I still remember the last time you broke my heart.
You broke it into little pieces, until there was no heart but just small broken pieces.
There is no way to fix this damage you have done.
I do not want to hurt myself no more, so I will let you go, I know in time I will let you go.
I used to think that we would last forever, but we will not.
Got to let you go.