Author, Poet, Writer, Creative
Jess Vaughn Writes
Working to always give my best and
to leave your day a little brighter than before you came.
If through my words, poems, books, merchandise, podcast, posts and events, I can bestow upon you some uplift, some inspiration, some motivation, some encouragement, some warmth, some empathy, some appreciation, some courage, some empowerment or some conviction and / or faith, do you know that you are the one who has gifted me to journey further in my purpose? And for that, I am eternally grateful. ~JV
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.' – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Writing off the cuff by inspiration...
Develop Your Skills, Follow Your Passion
You ain't right if you don't write and bring to life thoughts in the night.
It ain't cool to ignore the rules or neglect the tools that you learned in school.
Broken, Heart (an excerpt)
Heart, you've been through some things that may have had you off your game for a while.
And you may have second-guessed yourself - fully accepting when they called you
treacherous - because truth be told, you're a realist;
and from the burns you suffered, having been deceived a time or two,
nobody's gonna knock you for being jaded.
But, hear me clearly when I say this: You are not broken, Heart.
You have been fired & refined and waxed poetically until you've shined.
You have been opened up and filled with so much love until it spilled.
Yes, your emotions have overflowed, but you've radiated joy until you've glowed.
You are not broken, Heart.
No, not you.
~ c.9/17/23 Adrienne Ijioma
Imagine standing in your joy,
radiant smile, eyes open wide
when girl meets boy
and sparks fly
with purest intention,
nothing to hide.
After much prayer and planning,
the day is here;
then all heads turn
as you appear.
Eyes lock and the crowd disappears,
hearts race as distance comes near.
Him with tears in his eyes,
and you with butterflies;
two words exchanged
and not a single dry eye.
This Is How I See You (tbc)
You are a bouquet
of fresh cut roses
on elegant display,
in a vase -
ornate and crystal clear -
blush with orchids and
calla lilies wrapped in
a coat of green fern
This is how I see you.
and fall down
licking around in dark,
dusty corners of your heart
where love once abided but now
only echoes reside.
rattle like serpents.
These sweet nothings
once smooth pillow talk
became cold-blooded nothings, empty words,
changed to poison by the venom
that you spit...
and rage and delirium
because, yes, I must be crazy
to keep accepting these strikes.
and like Eve desiring forbidden fruit
allowing herself to be seduced,
I misread the signs and thought
"Danger!" was "Safe," like you were my antidote -
Recalling those Hershey kisses
on your back shaped like diamonds,
turned out to be markings copperhead,
yeah this boa constricting my breathing
up and down, back and forth,
had me confused, used and abused
by the dream versus the reality.
Now it's all clear to me.
I was poisoned, squeezed,
knocked to my knees, anaconda think
by this love coursing through my veins,
injected then rejected,
never to be the same. c.2024 JVW