Short Poem – Page 7 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

Crushed rose petals–

August 18, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Crushed rose petals Mean nothing without the prickly thorns. A Ruined bouquet, scattered across The murky surface, damaged by cruel hands Robbed from their roots by capricious intent; Yet you call this act love While I deem it lust.

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem

In a state of bliss

August 12, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

The press of our lips leaves me in a state of bliss; rapture at the tip of my tongue, your wrongdoings and hesitancy can easily be remiss. right or wrong the truth may not matter in the face of your betrayal, yet I ponder, “Where was your mind–heavens-sent or kissed by hellfire– when you gave [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem, Thoughtful

Rigor Mortis

August 5, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Haunting and whimsical the drooping state of rigor mortis has stolen the nectar from my flowers; leaving the bouquet in a state of prolonging misery. The numbing bite of melancholy; a poignant reminder of my idle neglect; A mature endeavor collapsed by mutual disrespect. Like a photo I hold dear, I will cherish the times where we were [...]

Poetry, Short Poem

The Tang of Youth

July 28, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

An aphrodisiac; the tang of youth adulterates my perspective of the world– “tunnel vision” they may tease yet I do witness the burdens of the elderly and the ignorant bliss of youth and as I lie bitterly, I wonder why people claim “Being 21 is all the rage!”

Poetry, Short Poem

The Open Sky

July 26, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

I wish I could capture the wild beauty of the open sky with pastels and paint. My mind a bare canvas hungry for the wispy mists of dawn, the unapologetic beaming rays of midday, the fluttering skirts of dusk: indigo, red, the faint traces of pink , and the still, cruelty of night. My obsession [...]