Everyday, at every nightYou can’t break me downI won’t surrender In the stillness of the nightI hear you all too wellBut I will not open my eyesI will fight When its just me and youI’ll awake to find myself asleepEvery night we will dance and when I wake;We’ll both disappear I won’t fight no moreI …
This is not a poem Every bone, though not broken sticks out sorely. As the angry sun raged through the dusty afternoon I have sat here for long observing how the hot air never flows Nothing every flows in here, tbh – not me and surely not you. As I leave for the last time I’m …
The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity.I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it.And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear. The Fountain is dancing to the beat …
I heard clear silence
…a poem by Sena Quashie
Listening to my alter ego
I forget my wishes
It is not nice
When the choking gray blue
Of that life sentence
Under the yoke of the wind
Is not a choice
But he must be wise in praying
He, who relies on the Grace of God
Be my last friend standing
Though the mistral blows right
You have the soul of a poet
And you’re crazy enough to ignore
The season of threat
Where your solitude partied
I only did look at the sky
As they quickly spent
The hours of Christmas.
But in the darkness of my eyes
Nobody came
Only last night I was lost
In your kiss
But with our heart sleeping
Who do you take with you?
These walls are too conciliatory.
And your disobedient wishes
Are parties to dawn
In there wanders a poem
Which reflect on the gems
Was it in a dream
Or was it in the waking day
That I thought I heard clear silence
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