Short Poem – Page 8 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

Flicking memories

July 13, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Flickering memories overwhelm me, Images of you haunt me As I try my hardest to erase you. Straining as I push, My limits ache, yet I pursue. Your face is blurry Yet a treacherous part of me Searches for more: the memory Of your laugh, your smile, your blush– Maybe if I wish hard enough, [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem

A stolen moment of peace

July 13, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

As I gaze upon your clouded face, A beam of light feathers your cheek, Softening the furrows, the wrinkles, the blemishes. A gust of wind tickles a tendril of hair At the nape of your neck, Beckoning me to catch it between my fingers. As I bring the lock closer, The scent of your shampoo [...]

Poetry, Short Poem, Thoughtful

void-less

July 7, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

When our lips met, Instead of euphoria I felt more empty than ever conceivable. A hollowed-out husk, my mind wanders as my body remains in play. Detached as you conquer and caress, I cannot remember when I truly felt OK. Passion has become diluted, estrange as you demand for more. My misery is overcome by your [...]

Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Short Poem

Silence

June 27, 2016February 24, 2017by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

In the chocking silence of my loneliness, music has become my only solace, my panacea in a world that ignores my constant pleas. the singer croons my pain as the drummer nods along on-beat. A passerby, headphones tragically fastened hums along to my agony. A theater streaming with people Eagerly ready to rock-out to my [...]

Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Short Poem

Dull Splendor

June 27, 2016February 24, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

She shines bright against my dull splendor. What is so special about a girl who wears her scars on her sleeves? I can no longer bare my facade masterfully, A mask crafted with beguiling care and fashioned to fit and grow around a changing plane– it slips every time he sighs your name. The way his [...]