Aneesa Jacobs shows us that the darker side of poetry is a thrill ride we should all hop on.
She is a mad scribe empress, one not to be reckoned with when it comes to matter of the heart.
Referred to as a wondrous pen artist
Aneesa’s flow of poetry is non stop.
Her variations of anger are on a higher level, exposing lust, strength, passion, vulnerability and down right raw gritty words that have you cheering for her in the end.
Location: Cape Town
Q:How many hours do you write?
A:I write every 2 or 3 hours a day, if i got nothing to do.. and at night I’ll write till early morning hours..
Q:How do you deal with personal doubters?
A:I ignore them
Q:When you were growing up, what made you want to become a writer?
A:My experiences in life, growing up and how i dealt with situations.. And just my passion for writing..
Q:Describe a perfect setting where you can get writing done?
A:My room, or some place quiet where i feel relaxed and at ease..
Q:What kind of books did you read when you were growing up if any?
A:Books on art and drawings, war and revolution, and the dark side of life
Q:Are you a traditional type of writer (paper and pencil) or do you use your computer to write?
A:I’m a traditional type of writer
Q:What is you’re favourite part of writing?
A:Don’t have any to be honest
Q:How do you get past the frustrations that come with trying to be a successful writer?
A:I write that’s how i deal with frustrations etc
Q:What do you do when you have several book pieces ideas?
A:I write them down
Q:Do you have an agent representing you/your work to publishers?
Q:Have you ever been published/self published? (list published works and/or experiences optional)
A:No i haven’t
Q:What genre(s) describes your work?
A:Dark, sad romance, love, hate and anger
Q:Do you write under a pseudonym?
A:No i don’t
Q:What/who motivates you to write?
A: Life’s experiences, and people around me
Q:Do you have your work showcased on any website?
A:I had yes but removed it again, only site where i have work is on facebook, if that counts Lol..
Q:Share with us a fun fact about yourself..
A:Well i like having a good time with friends partying and enjoying life
Q:What does the future hold for you as a writer?
A:Becoming a successful writer and making a difference in people lives.
Below you can enjoy a few selected pieces by this writer.
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WE WERE NEVER MEANT
Sordid into a place by virtue
scattered grief fail to gather,
sadness stirs a little more
images of you still haunt my mind
but i’m moving on i’m fine,
you will always be with me
in my heart you will be
i’ll carry you around, as i steep
quietly proud with watery eyes
never did i mean to hurt you deep
i can’t help but smile,
knowing i’m not weak
like i use to be, i told you once
i wont wait forever, but i’ll always
cherish you through rain and stormy weather
in time forever, we just weren’t meant to be
you and me, forgotten trees
out of mind of out of sight,
i don’t feel bad, nor regret
the love i met, i feel blessed
the way he cares and shows me love,
is what i wanted from you my dear,
but it’s too late, not my mistake
you the one who played around..
So now i say goodbye again and this time
it’s for real my friend,
a moment in the dark
may this be my last
to ever hear from you again,
although i promised to the end
we were never meant,
senses fuse, without pretend
the void is cancelled once again..
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MOONBEAM’S BLAZE
Love brought hidden dreams
whispering spring
cherished schemes
celestial skies, crescent moon
truth of lies will end soon..
remorseless past, pain and bliss
flame dissolves, silence will hold
sapient mystery
heart of lead, dark will bring
heart ache and more ease
deep in the void,
fatal stair, break in vain
amethystine light mend the pain
darkness fade moonbeams blaze
hearts were torn,
on crimson vine
in a sensuous sweep
extravagance, revolt
diffused in light..
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BURNING WITH DESIRE
Burning with desire sweet and pure
love keeps rising more and more
released between pores
satisfaction drenched
i pushed and paused
grasping for air,
intoxicated with pleasure
embracing the moment
tempting me, making me weak
caress my skin, deep down the core
breathing heavy down my neck
whispering sweet words
as i slide my tongue all the way down
intense rhythm breaks out in sparks
tempting burning passionate steam
touching squeezing
moaning and yearning
by each stroke of pleasure
between love and insanity
exploration of madness
embracing desires laced
in a lingering state
generating gravity,
escalating to it’s peak
eruption of excitement
raced deep within..
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BEYOND THE BLAME
Heaven and Hell, so intense
unfold sweet, joy and pain once again..
Beyond the blame hate and shame
regrets but hold, in darkness
impale till exposed
destruction and construction
inside deep grows
quite unknown, divided my soul
utterly alone, without thy throne
no mighty wand flows..
Drifted in unknown, falling all alone
no one, nobody knows
all strange and gross
yearn for beauteous,
until all light prevail
in a distant past
i render
silent through the woods
dark black, bitter pain
poured over bloody hands
which burns to ash
breaks again
hopeless end
lost again, never ending
descending
abounding peace
which blind’s the eye
fade in decay, vanished away
no trace of flesh, bones rust
into dust blown away into the mist..
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GRAVITY
Gravity knows of no victims or fear
time has passed through the hour glass
bidding time to build the mass dissensions
one the heart’s incision
with joy to inherit such variation
to endless information willfully
stray to darkness
ground down by your ignorance
stuck between hit and miss
from dust to dust, who’s flesh begin to rust
of unwanted hugs, dripping blood
nothing matters, hopes have fallen
with deceit and ended
with tears beyond the world
protecting the ones you love
lies that turn into truth
in something that’s lost..
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MY DARKEST HOUR
This pit within my soul
swallow me cold
unable to control
sane keeps me whole
forever i’ll remain torn
to those who hide in pain..
Dark within my
slumbering soul
i mask myself very well,
from the fires of hell
wherein i dwell
spitting venom
and bloody cells
puking mucus
on lifeless corpse
i fall deeper into a trance,
darker than living hell
only to find myself
wrapped with chain arms,
welcoming death in my darkest hour..
Defeating the devil
in my own will power..
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