I’m not a real boy;I am flighty, honest,lacking in manly wiles. ButI love like a man.Fiercely, sacrificially,open, fragile.jealously,possessively. Make me your all and only.Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,hoping against hope,a deer caught in headlights. Butthere is only so muchmy mortal heart can take. I love like a man.
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 …
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 …
To my Nightmare
Everyday, at every night
You can’t break me down
I won’t surrender
In the stillness of the night
I hear you all too well
But I will not open my eyes
I will fight
When its just me and you
I’ll awake to find myself asleep
Every night we will dance and when I wake;
We’ll both disappear
I won’t fight no more
I will surrender.
2014. May / Sena Quashie
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I’m not a real boy;I am flighty, honest,lacking in manly wiles. ButI love like a man.Fiercely, sacrificially,open, fragile.jealously,possessively. Make me your all and only.Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,hoping against hope,a deer caught in headlights. Butthere is only so muchmy mortal heart can take. I love like a man.
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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 …
gone!
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 …