Her story is the truth
As she lays there bare
And when she goes through the abuse
He doesn't care...
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 12:01 PM UTC
what style am i?
which genre is me?
should i wear a label to show my category,
that i belong in
that I’m strong in
but i have none...well i have one
i am 'lost'
a fish amongst the sea
a speck in the universe
a leaf in a tree
nowhere to be seen
why am i so mean
to myself
i stack my thoughts up
on a shelf
they gather dust
bad for my health
i am one against many
lost in a crowd
finding my path out
should i go north or south
lost is my style, my genre, my category
lost is tanisha, lost is me
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 7:40 PM UTC
I’m at a crossroad in my life
There are three different outcomes
This decision I have to make has got to be the right one
It lies heavy on my head
And pulls out my heart
But I have to choose one
Only one
What if I want all three?
Is that an option?
Can’t there be a path which connects all these roads?
I hate this
I hate it
What should I do?
I can ask for advice
But only I hold the truth
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 7:22 PM UTC
Why do we continue this endless cycle?
Our world’s on loop.
We gather our coups,
We think we’ve learnt from the past,
At last we try to change for the future.
Do you think before Dunkirk,
We knew it wouldn't work?
Basking in ignorance,
A cycle of wickedness.
Trying to break free from the chains,
Nothing to say to the man
But, STOP.
We can end this circle,
Can’t put us in a block.
The bars only made us stronger,
You can't lock the heart away.
We’ve been feeling the pain,
And it’s time to stand up and say…
Why do we continue this endless cycle?
Our world’s on loop.
Digging and mining,
Working to a certain timing,
Continuous repeat otherwise we’ll be out on the street.
We’re becoming rusty machines,
Desperate to fulfill the man’s needs.
Cogs working in elbow grease,
Fumes rising whilst we stand underneath,
Clouds of black. Can’t dare to slack,
Pile up cold coal into thousands of sacks.
Pull out a pack, light it up to smoke some tobacc.
Oh this endless cycle we continue,
Our world’s on loop.
Does the voice of humanity even exist?
Though we protest and strike,
Standing side by side alike,
We get knocked down onto the ground.
Everything unravels into violence,
They are determined to make us silent.
We retaliate and lose our meaning,
The government don’t understand what we’re feeling.
And we continue this endless cycle,
Our world’s on loop.
The innocence of our world has dispersed.
It’s hard to explain in a verse,
But our youth has no worth.
There is no more truth,
This society is not where we’re meant to be.
We’ve evolved into selfishness and greed,
Grown into weeds,
When we could have been trees.
The solution is in our hands,
They won’t listen to our demands.
We are the end to this suffering,
But stuck in buffering,
Continuing this endless cycle,
Our world’s on loop.
Where is our personality,
We’ve lost our individuality.
No originality,
Confused in the depths of humanity.
Controlled education has reduced our speculation,
What’s become of the generation leads to no celebration.
The illusion of choice makes us think we’ve got a voice,
However it’s all lost.
And at what cost?
I’m saying this in disgust...
This endless cycle is a *****
Our world is stuck on loop.
The lecture we heard from our parents:
Grow and pay rent,
Pick yourself up,
Don’t expect the cup to be half full because it’s half empty.
You’re a slave to the system,
It’s been said before but we decide to ignore,
And what for?
Once you fling open the door,
You’re supposed to go,
Go through and beyond into the unknown.
But we are drawn to stay put,
And not step a foot,
Out of this circle.
This endless cycle.
We make our demands,
The solution is in our hands.
It’s hard to explain in a verse,
The innocence in our world has dispersed.
We’ve been feeling the pain,
And you can’t lock our hearts away.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
For you, I bare my soul
My heart on my sleeve
My skin on show
For you, I tie a ribbon
Where it binds us together
And bonds us forever
For you, I'd do anything
Which you may find hard to believe
But when I look into your eyes, I lose my mind
And brush my lips against your cheek
You're the dream I somehow get to live
A fantasy which is a reality
No matter what happens, I'll be right here
To give my everything for you
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
When I wrote his birthday card, I kissed it with lipstick,
I smothered it with a pinkish-red,
In doing so I accidentally smudged it,
I firmly planted 24 to mark all the years,
I then sat back, looked at the card and realised I've fallen head over heels,
One kiss stood out from all the rest, I stayed still for what seemed so long,
I'll tell you why, because I imagined it was him,
So I was still and closed my eyes,
A breath, a sigh, I opened my eyes,
The card is ready for him,
I sealed the envelope with a heart,
And wrapped up his favourite gin
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
I've got a lot of pebbles at the bottom of my ocean,
a lot of weight underneath,
stones which are strong and sharp,
smooth by appearance
but I am weak.
the rough stones make me hate me,
I wish that my ocean drifted them away,
but they remain inside the bottom of me,
stuck at the bottom like clay.
the stones have stacked,
no wave can break them down,
they've reached a height,
rising up to my surface.
I throw another stone at them to try and knock the tower over,
but it will still continue to build,
lying on top of one another.
Water is moulding them into One
One big problem
One big stone at the bottom of my ocean
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
when i wake up from an endless dream
it feels as if my life is not needed,
with what happened in that dream
it felt so real and i succeeded,
clearly my reality isn't this,
my mind created a dream to which it was bliss,
and now i am now sad that it has ended,
because it was all make-belief and it was pretended
maybe a world with just you is the only dream I want to live
because life without you isn't worth dreaming
you are in my imagination,
you are a random face without a name,
only in my imagination,
you do not exist, what else is there to say?
I'll probably never meet you,
I saw you for a second,
I have instantly forgotten your face,
and you will remain in that one place,
where I was asleep
and now when I wake up my life is incomplete
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
what makes you put your poems in 'draft'
to stop the exposure of your craft?
it's a nuisance because you think it's daft
but it always holds meaning like witchcraft
it has a purpose, well to you
that's why you wrote it down...to use
to show the world what you can do
it's coming from your point of view
what stops me is that i feel it's incomplete,
is there more to be said in this treat?
you indulge in other people's poems, to eat
and it fulfils your hunger like a juicy piece of meat
but sometimes my poems feel like a snack,
it doesn't really attack and although it's pretty whack,
I do have a knack, however i sometimes lack
what is the life hack to fill my audience back with content
so i put it in draft
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
it is odd
that i have forgot
the previous poems which i have wrote
the frame of mind, my mind was framed
in such a tragic way back then
now it's alright, i seem to think
although i stress, i'm not blessed
but to your interest, i will not rest
in knowing my poems, the truth,
the facts, revealed on a screen
is true
and me
even though
it was like a century
ago
how odd
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC