poems – Page 35 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

Irrelevantly

June 10, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

Is it okay to disregard me as a realist would to a daydream? I wish to disappear from the world of smokes and mirror, fade as idle words are exchanged and my shrill screams are dismissed. My tears, trivial as they may be, emotional I may be, but just for a moment, I wish to depart irrevelanty [...]

Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Thoughtful

A Fallacy

June 6, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

It’s not love if you feel empty inside, unworthy, ugly, undeserving, ashamed, a myriad of dark emotions that causes depression. a strain to your mental health, anxiety, fear, self-hatred, pain, a dreaded, heavy darkness that surpasses the loving, the kisses, the hand holding, the cuddling, the manipulated, rushed declarations of love, the love letters, the [...]

Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Thoughtful

I dream of a man–

May 28, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

I dream of a man shrouded by shadows; am I not a victim of desire, wanton for a man fashioned in nightmares? I am only mortal yet my choices tests my red blood sweetened by apples and poisoned by eyes led astray. I try to lead a life brightened by sun rays and happy, go-lucky [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Thoughtful

You smell of sunshine, even when there is rain

May 23, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

You smell of sunshine even when there is rain. I know our love will bloom– this love we share will never abide. To erase such a bond would be a sin– a smite on this world, a Plague’s dark hand suffocating as it promises revival. The taste of passion haunts me when you are away, [...]

horror, otherworldly

She is wicked, wicked, wicked–

May 18, 2016January 13, 2017by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

She is wicked, wicked, wicked– a crone desperate for the smoothness of youth, a rounded, maiden craving the tang of lust, and a doe-eyed child who cackles alone in the dark. When she emerges from ash wolfbane dripping from her sickle-pale flesh, she will muddle the minds of men, so their shrewish wives will never question, why [...]