Jason White
Bio
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.
Stories (59/0)
You Weren't the One, Afterall
I told you you'd be the one who got away. But every time I look in my rearview you fade more each day. You were right about one thing baby. We could never make it. But you're why is where you failed to see. Trust me when I say, baby, it's all you, it really isn't me. I tried to see something that wasn't there. Not even a little. Just like the Jinn you pulled the veil over my eyes and proceeded to eat me alive. Sucking my soul dry while a dreamed a beautiful lie. I barely escaped your poisonous disease. If it weren't for the truest of love I'd be another victim. I told you that you'd be the one who got away, but I don't even know what you looked like anymore.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
His Sacrifices
His sacrifices will never be forgotten. He left a giant hole where his souls’ vessel once stood. Now he keeps watching over those he loves. Sentenced to the life he built for himself. An enduring dedication to guard those who stood fiercely behind him. Ready to give their lives for his. Knowing they'd never have to. Knowing he'd give them everything he is. To his last breath. Now the depth and breadth of his swords' reach protect them still. He haunts the night, walking the valley in his death. So that they can continue giving life to all he helped to build.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
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.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
Searching 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?
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
Love 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.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets