Wow, looking back this old poem of mine from 2015...it was so dark and haunting. Interesting to see themes that have continued to stay throughout my current writing.
A Killer Who Became A Farmer
Category: Poetry
Submerged
I want to write another poetry book! But that takes a lot of time and energy (and some $$$$$ for proofreading). I have been setting aside some poems for Submerged for a few years–what are your thoughts on the poem below? It's a little morbid at first but it's about being reborn, a new beginning. [...]
I taste misery on your lips–
I taste misery on your lips but I willingly reach up to swallow more of your despair. We are in this fight together, You and I will reach Nirvana together. Braving the storms of euphoria, I cry your name even when you shun me away. I cling to you even as we tear each other [...]
granny smith apples
granny smith apples never tasted sweet to me. tart. dangerous. i bite down; the crisp crack rubbing against my teeth. eve never deserved a death wish. lilith planted a garden of strength and adam ripped out every flower in haste. seas were saltier when lilith birthed millions of screams and swallowed a million deaths. mourning [...]
you taste like tea to me
you taste like tea to me; your scent splashes across my face, you’re too hot, but i can’t wait to savor you. you roll across my tongue, i lingeron the bottom lip. you fill me up; warm and smooth down my throat, eyes dazed, smile lazy, i’ll finish you until you’re cold and spent. you [...]
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 