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Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

Stitches

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

Fred

Stitches

I hold on
too dearly
to the things I love,
my love,
I gather dust
then rush
from the past,
shaking atomized shadow
off my silhouette of feathers
the air untethered
rubs the skin
and pulls stitches,
leaving aching itch
that reminds of something
that was in the way

#love #past #memories #closure #freedom #stitches #melancholy

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

afterthefire

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

girl diffused

afterthefire

Here
After the fire
These were the things I lost:
Vestiges

A left arm
Withering smile
Eyes...gone. Glassy

Extinguished smoke
Faraway laughter
Months old ghostly touches

The lies
Whispered,
All of them
My cut//out tongue

Lastly,
The burned contract
Curled, charred paper
Reeking of a never-was union

A penned epilogue of a never-was union, a never-was relationship.

#anger #heartbreak #poetry #prose #freeform #fire #loss

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

AND THE WORLD WAS AS SIMPLE AS SNOW

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

Donall Dempsey

AND THE WORLD WAS AS SIMPLE AS SNOW

AND THE WORLD WAS AS SIMPLE AS SNOW

You are like all
the dark shops of my childhood
where you enter
with the little ****** of a bell

and the world blossoms
into a myriad of things colourful
to sell
stacked
in impossible & impeccable
order.

All yelling
shining
glinting
wild & glassy.
And the cash register singing
with the hard earned money
and the little ****** of a bell
lets you out again

into a world
excited with the falling of snow
& the palpable approach
of a Christmas when Christmas was Christmas
and the world
was as simple as snow.

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

The Harlequin

Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland

Native Sun

The Harlequin

Lips!!!
                              And chocolate chip, cookie skin.
                              Hands that touch my face!
                              Aura.
                              Freckles.
                                                          Inherited Sin.

                       Alcoholic Mood changes
                       And endless clichés;
       I want to worship her idol
            And walk in her temple and pray!

                             Make her moan.
                             Hear it?
                             In the grass,
                             In my future,
                             Touch me.
                             Near it.

                             Earth; Shake,
                             Explode; Mind!
                             Earth;Create,
                             Explode;Time!
                             The Fantasy,
                             The Novel!
                             The Portrait,
                             The Model!


                              But lately, all I've done is visit.
                              Her dreams.
                              Hopes.
                              Expectations.
                              I missed it.
                              While slumming jaded avenues
                              With Fear and Misfit.

#risk #regret #inmyroom

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Face To Face

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Reece AJ Chambers

Face To Face

is this what your voice is
voice is
a teardrop in the space
where a puddle should be

television static
you know
I’ve tried
to get a picture to form

shapes and colours
and delicious sound
but still only
on the screen

moving talking
a time that isn’t now
I want you present
with your mouth

breathing out
words I can swallow
a real wrist arm elbow
real clock

real time

Written: December 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

"And All That JAZZ"

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Nichole

"And All That JAZZ"

So this is me...
Drinking tea, writing , listening to Jazz.

The voices the voices,

Inspire,
Entrance,

*** o bee, boop, shuu boop.
The skill, the dance.

You should turn some on,
Give it a chance.

..... And all that Jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you like it let me know :)

#jazz #writing #inspire #voices

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Underrated Artist

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Kewayne Wadley

Underrated Artist

If you were a song you'd be number one on my playlist.
No matter how much time would past.
I'd never get tired of hearing you.
Theres not enough radio time for how much I think your voice needs to be heard.
You are too beautiful for words.
Finding time for all of your songs is like making love.
The two of us lost in a moment hung on continuous repeat.
A grin spread ear to ear.
Nominated for the grammy of my heart.
Your fabulous taste in music.
The vocals that feel like they were written for me.
Within the first ten seconds I am in complete ecstasy.
The advance my heart makes.
Skipping it's beat to the rhythm of your heart.
If I can be the next venue you choose to perform.
You'd never have to question why'd it take so long to appreciate you.
Bobbing my head to the vibe you give.
The smile spread across my lips.
Your the only thing I need circulating through my headphones

#love #infatuation #music #song #crush

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Lights of blue moon

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

shanika yrs

Lights of blue moon

Sometime some women
making me, to recite
thousands lines of beautiful poems
in an infinite loop

But you ,
you foster my heart
spur my thoughts
sparkle the eyes
and then

you,

you took my words

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Sing-ing

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

r

Sing-ing

Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

-Things I've Learned So Far

Dec 2017 Tanisha Jackland

Will

-Things I've Learned So Far

Inspiration is strange.
It will happen anywhere,
be it the john,
out shopping,
in class,
or among friends.
And it's a real ***** too,
because once the seed is planted
it will do nothing but grow;
you cannot think, move, focus on anything else but the idea.
But,
that idea is a part of you,
and without it you will die.

Criticism is welcome.