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
Innocence is pictured differently through many eyes, Blinded by the sheer beauty of it. Picture perfect Mona Lisa, Hard to believe in such innocence.
Walking heads up high in the air, Hand in hand with the one you love. Colours filling the street, People dressed to the extreme,
Homophobia From The Inside.
Hatred from the inside, From the outside. Following my peers, Living in homophobia of myself.
Words That Hurt
Words can be a knife, Stabbing at the soul, Spreading through its victims like cancer. Giving birth to hate so strong and pure.
Slaves of the night, Take a nap. Hot milk rested my fight, Pillow talk through my dreams.
A smile is a devils charm, I have plenty. A smile can’t be trusted, I’ve told many lies with mine.
When I Died!
When I died, There were no white lights, No pearly white gates, Nor did I fall upon the burning pits of hell.
How many Weetabix does it take to get your fix? To see you wake, Alert for the day ahead. Sloshed with full fat milk,
Shock upon my face, Unexpected thoughts cross my mind. Confirmed by my eyes, A child no more than 9, at 9
Head Buried, Not Me!
Head buried in daily life, What’s happened to the human spirit? Plain shirts, following suit, home by 6. Dead to the world by 12,
I’ve got a reputation, That holds no limitations. A taste for life that won’t die, A candle that burns at both ends.
Heart Of Gold
Heart of gold, A smile for everyone, This boy loves, He can do no harm.
Is Christmas dying? Holly that hang from the door is disappearing, Lights don’t shine so bright. Christmas goodwill and spirit is hard to be found,
Learning the way to write, I follow the masters of time, Which we learn from school, By writing what we know,
On A Plate
Everything handed on a plate,
Blinded by the hand that feeds him.
A wise head on his shoulders,
Never afraid to say what’s on his mind.
A dreamer he is,
Falling from the sky,
Afraid to work for his dreams;
I’ve no crystal ball,
I’m sure he will crash,