Biography of Joseph Tanner
I use to write stories all the time, but I never could get my message across.
I was jotting some words down, i must of been about 19.
I know I had written poetry before at school, but this time I had found my niche.
I write almost about anything.
Favorite qoute ' A poem is never finished, only abandoned' I found that to be true, we all change, even our views on life.
I can be found on Facebook search Joseph Richard Tanner
Joseph Tanner's Works:
I do not have any books published has of yet.
Joseph Tanner Poems
How many Weetabix does it take to get your fix? To see you wake, Alert for the day ahead. Sloshed with full fat milk,
Hells bells are ringing, With a kiss I'm awake, For you to utter the words that should not be said, The awkward silence that follows tells you all.
My Lost Child
I chose my way a long time ago, That day I lost my child. I always knew who I was, Never accepting,
Thoughts creeping into my head, Ones that I’d like to push away, Yet they stay. Eating into my heart,
Not a victim of crime, I lay down Raped of my life. I’m a victim of myself,
A wall is built, Not to climb or to look from the top, But to protect from what we hate. Eyes falling on everyone,
I can’t pretend that I understand, Is it a call for help? When you tell me your plans. I am supposed to help?
You lay at the bottom of my bed, Ever looking so sad. An eye long gone, The stuffing gone,
London been bombed! The death toll is rising has I write in a state of shock, Fearing for people I know. My mobile rings; releasing my fears,
Troubled mind turns to drink, Takes the problem away for a while. Empty bottles all around signal their problems are going, Though it may only be for a while.
My mind never stops, Another voice wanting to be heard, From day one I was taught to listen. Never waiting for me to catch up.
Day Of Rest
Seven days a week, A day of rest cannot be had. A day to pay thanks, A day to enjoy the company of loved ones.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall am I the fairest of them all? This one not for the faint of heart, This is no bedtime story or Walt Disney fairytale. Only 7 years bad luck,
Six colours fill the sky, For all to see. We stand in defiance, We don’t ask to understand,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall am I the fairest of them all?
This one not for the faint of heart,
This is no bedtime story or Walt Disney fairytale.
Only 7 years bad luck,
Blood dripping onto the bathroom side.
Many broken pieces,
Tiny splinters sparkle pink in the light.
A disfigured soul looking back through the shattered pieces,
Welcome to a mind that reached it‘s end.