Jason White
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
My Foundation for Everything
I went back home. To where, as a child, I'd play. So many memories. So many heartbreaks. So much love from my family. These walls still bare the stories. But as I sit in her chair. I am taken through the toughest memory of all. I hear her voice. "Everything is going to be good my dear." Time reverses. Everything is as it was. She is there. Her smile so beautiful. The softness of her voice. I get lost in it again. She tells me a story, as she did so long ago. As I regain reality. I feel her presence. Smell her perfume. I know she's with me forever. I love you Grandma. You are my first love. My foundation for everything.
Jason WhitePublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsIt's All for Them
He is a soldier poised with pride A warrior who stands tall A man with the weight Of the world upon his shoulders Under his facade
Jason WhitePublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsSearching for You
I went searching for you. My third eye blind. So, I passed you by so many times. I felt you, so vaguely. So many times. I faintly felt you so close by. But I couldn't trust the knowledge of my true self. I looked your way. Eyes meeting so briefly. A calm washing over my very being. A calm so foreign that I ran in fear. Running from the life meant for me. Now I search for you once again. Searching for the second half of my soul. Have you been reincarnated as somebody else? Or am I still not seeing well?
Jason WhitePublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsLove You Sis
This is a love letter to my twin flame. But not the kind of love letter you'd think. A bond rooted in the deepest stream of consciousness. Friendship. I searched the world for the kind of love I have for you. I was just searching in the wrong bodies of water. So many times, my heart had deceived me but when I really listened to it the answer is always you. The purest kind of love. So innocent and true. Yet I rarely tell you. It's the kind of love that puts my heart back together with a single word, every time I let a girl carelessly tear it up. The kind of unconditional love that says "I understand" to the way my fucked-up brain operates. There ain't no better love than the love of a friend. That of a sister who has been chosen. The kind of love that makes me feel at peace within. The kind of love I get from you.
Jason WhitePublished 2 days ago in PoetsUnder the Mistletoe
I wrote a letter to Santa Claus Setting the record straight. I started the letter off With the cold hard truth. I stopped believing many years ago
Jason WhitePublished 2 days ago in PoetsHomecoming
This is not the homecoming I planned. I thought I escaped only to come back to burn it all to the ground. I lived my whole life for them. Tried to change their broken ways and lost myself along the way. Now I carry their burdens on my hands. So many years it took me to become who I am. Everything opposite of who they thought I should become. I knew I'd face the ridicule for missing his funeral. I couldn't even understand why I had come. I hated them for so long. I still carry some of the burdens they fashioned for me. Maybe I am here to give them back. Maybe I am more human than I thought myself to be. When I enter through these doors I may never return. I will never be the same again. Pray for me as I will pray for her swift passing.
Jason WhitePublished 3 days ago in PoetsNaughty List
This is a new kind of Christmas tale. One of love and romance The kind that does not fail To arouse your interests Of the sex more fair
Jason WhitePublished 3 days ago in Poets
Telephone
Do you remember when we talked on the phone all the time? We couldn't wait to get home So we could pick up that phone And talk to each other about nothing at all.
Jason WhitePublished 27 days ago in Poets
