Mecca_Amirah

forgotten

January 31, 2018January 31, 2018by Mecca_Amirah3 Comments

forgotten; distilled air, we flowers know despair by another name, another face, another boy who tends to a garden of games. alcaldes to the winner; does it matter what I have to say? tragedy known by the look of indifference on your pretty face. why do you claim a piece of my heart, carrying it [...]

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more coming soon

January 31, 2018January 31, 2018by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

I am currently woking on my second poetry book. More is coming; look out for some poems coming this way. Purchase here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1981171738/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1 when i imagined you, i made you taller, broader, louder. i made you with wings, with hair to your waist, breasts round and soft. i made you me. i made you greater. [...]

Poetry

unrequited

January 26, 2018January 26, 2018by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

I was looking over some older poems and it is crazy how a writer's voice can change. I noticed a trend of my writing from last year. It was so dense with raw, angry emotions. A whirlwind of desire, confusion, and betrayal. In those moments, I felt like I was helpless to these emotions I [...]

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goodreads author

January 26, 2018February 1, 2018by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

I am still trying to figure everything out but I am now officially a Goodreads author! Woohoo! I would love some advice how to use my new status to reach others ❤ I answered some questions, check them out here: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17537665.Mecca_Amirah_Jackson https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1981171738/ref=x_gr_w_glide_bb?ie=UTF8&tag=x_gr_w_glide_bb-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1981171738&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2

Poetry

wilted leaves and petals

January 24, 2018by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

whenever i look at flowers, im reminded of the lies. “lilies are just as lovely, but they could never compare to your eyes?” wilted leaves and petals that no longer bleed, the juxtaposition between the two, were obtuse yet you promised me flowers today and yesterday, last week, every Valentine’s Day. i grew to hate [...]