Tyheisha Jackson
Bio
35 years old lesbian in love with poetry.
Stories (4/0)
Someone's Mother
She takes a hit and her darkened life is lit up as if it were Christmas. Her drugs are like her weapon. The lighter is the trigger and the pipe the gun. She aims and pulls the trigger. swallowing her bullets one by one. This is her children's hell and she doesn't even see it. Blinded by the counterfeit happiness she's drowning in her addiction pulling the family down as well. She is too far for anyone to reach out to. Her promises are myths that's been told constantly. She was once a beautiful mom and now is a ugly monster that no one recognizes. Trust is now broken like a shattered mirror. The family is in mourning as if she were dead. This woman's will power is on low, how can anyone refill it again. Life itself has left a horrible taste killing her slowly everyday. Her soul screams for help but it is muted by every pill she takes. Her best friend and lover is molly, she can't seem to go a day without it. This woman is accustomed to running. Running from family, running from life, running from herself. She was once intelligent, she was once loving, she was once someone's mother.
By Tyheisha Jackson6 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
I can't seem to find love. Have you seen it? It's been hiding from me my entire life. Am I not looking in the right places? Did it fall off a bridge and drown? Maybe love does not really exist. It is only a mere fairy tale told by others who wish to only dream. I've only found the generic version of love. The kind that gets old and wrinkled. Torn apart by monsters that hide behind such beautiful masks. No one deserves that kind of love. I want real love which always seems to find and touch everyone's heart but my own. It's like love is playing hard to get with me. A game that I have been losing for a long time. I've thought about giving up and letting go of love but in the end love is always flooding my mind. It is hope that guide's me through my darkest nights. Love is lost, leaving a trace of its footprints behind. Lost love can always be found. I'd swim through the deepest ocean only to get a glimpse of it. I know love is out there somewhere. This time I shall have love come find me.
By Tyheisha Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Dream Girl
She has the most beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in. I love the way the wind blows through that stunning hair. There is no disguising it I'm hypnotized by your beauty. For a long time I've waited for the day I am able to hold you close to where our heartbeats shall become one. I've yearned for the day that I get the courage to express how I feel about you, but my words have abandoned my lips leaving me speechless. If only I could reach out across the void of time and space near you. Then maybe I would be able to survive the torture of these emotional feelings I have for you. I can't sleep at night when your smile has embedded my mind. I can still hear that sweet sensual voice. I could never turn my back on you even if I tried. I'm the flame that lights your blunt. It's nothing without it. I will be your lighthouse and guide you through your darkest times. Be your best friend so you have someone to open up to about anything. Even though you have a huge cement wall built up with barbed wires surrounding your heart. I will continue to break through it just to put the pieces to your heart back. You may have certain things that you hate about yourself, but it is those same things that I find so attractive about you. That is what makes you different from any woman I have connected with. Let me show you how to love your mind, body, and soul. All the things I truly adore about you. I admire your strength. You're the type of woman I been searching for my entire life. You are like the shimmering stars I gaze at every night, no matter how shiny and beautiful I think they are I know deep inside me I could never touch, kiss or hold because you are not real. So until then I will continue to wish upon the stars in hopes that these words will help turn my dreams into a lovely amazing reality.
By Tyheisha Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Invisible
Alone I sit feeling empty as if someone has poured out my thoughts and emotions onto the cracked concrete. I am nothing but a fragile glass waiting for someone to break me. I envision myself a free bird soaring through the sky free from pain, free from fear, free from me. I'm lost in darkness alone and scared. A prisoner of my emotions. Can you see me? Am I loud enough to be heard? Have you forgotten me? Will I ever exist in your world? Or am I just a mere ghost waiting to be seen again? Fading away my inner child cries.
By Tyheisha Jackson7 years ago in Poets