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 …
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 …
…a poem by Sena Quashie Clear Silence | by j.crasselt Listening to my alter ego I forget my wishes It is not niceWhen the choking gray blueOf that life sentenceUnder the yoke of the windIs not a choice But he must be wise in praying He, who relies on the Grace of God Be my last friend standing Though …
unreal boys love like men
I’m not a real boy;
I am flighty, honest,
lacking in manly wiles.
But
I 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.
But
there is only so much
my mortal heart can take.
I love like a man.
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