She is….

She is confident they say, You can see it in her stride. She is daring they whispered, She looks you straight in the eye. Intelligent they sighed, Her only focus was to her books. A beauty they would say, Nice figure and good looks   She was lonely ..she’d scream, At home where no one…

Poetry Of Travel: Costa Rica

I have a love for travel! I think it is a wonderful feeling to discover new places and see the most amazing things. As I have traveled different places I have found myself with the urge to write poems about these places, and that is how the “Poetry of Travel came to play. I created…

Confessions of a Nurse and Writer

Hi Guys,  I haven’t been much on the blog lately, but one of my goals for these following months is to increase my blog presence.  I want this blog to focus on my poetry, and writing in addition to life as a nurse! Please tag along with me.   Quick Intro: My name is Jeseeka…

I’m Transitioning

I’m in between stages in life, I have no idea what’s next. I just have a paper to pen, and a journal close to my chest.   The road is far and uncertain, I have no clue what to do. I just look ahead to the future Hoping for something new.        

You and Me

“What is love?” she asked does it stagger, or does it grow does it fester, does it flow is it precious, or is it blind. is it something quite divine. “What is love?” she asked “love is this.” he said love is faith, and love is kind, love is endless,  love is time. love is…

Fell in love

I fell in love with the most courageous person… Who laughed too much, And cried too little, Who seeked adventure, And stories to tell.. Looked for love, Her prince of Wales.. Was brave and kind, Of brilliant mind Was flawed at times, But knew her rhymes Endlessly searching.. Hopelessly lurking.. I fell in love with…

Their love

their love was like the ocean, fierce, and unrelenting And at times… Calm and never ending

Poetry of Travel: Chicago

In a city I once knew I was taken for a view… Of glorious buildings Near a lake, And a history known to few, Of a reflection on a bean, A summer with a scene, Fireworks,  fountain and a pier.. Welcome to Chicago my dear Location: Chicago

Abused

It is bruises I see, A black eye A controlling stare A ‘fall down the stairs’ you say… You avert your eyes, Don’t you dare “He loves me,” you yell, He can’t control his fist But “I love you,” I yell, I cannot see you LIKE THIS [  ABUSED ]

Poetry of Travel: Key west

I am at the southern point In life.. Where there is no where else to go.. 90 miles to Cuba, The ocean is my home… Location: Key West

Poetry of Travel: local treasures

Hark! It is the beauty you seek Hidden behind the mask, Hidden treasures……         come take a peek, You simply have to ask Location: bluefield estate winery Gainesville, FL        CnW

The Story: part 1

Let me tell you a story…. A story that begins where it ends, and ends where it begins. Of Love lost… And hope anew .. Of a princess.. A fool.. And a Shoe…