• 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 …

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  • untitled for Afi

    Calm funerary monumentstramples the parched ground of this deserts. The recoiled shadowy boredomsubmerges this incautious verziere of dreams. Again the black flow of timedefeated the chariots of the shining ageand overturned in muddy fords. Imbued in this fabric of memoriesthe present of my dubious certainties,a worn edgeof worn-out yearswhere the past is painand the wait …

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  • where my demons go

    Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow (Symphonic Black Metal) — DivinumX ‘tis the time of night when your love strutsWith a mixed perfume of musk and havanaLike a strange deity, dark as the nightsLike a work of dead gods of the Savannah. ’tis that time of night I know how to tameMe, by writing; and you, …

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  • you’re at it again

    My skin crawlsmy face fallsmy heart shrinks;You’re at it again. Your voice unheardyour tales unreadthe laughs unshared;You’re at it again. Shame floods my beingdarkness veils my worlddoubts storm my heart;You’re at it again. I beg and hagglecoax and seduce;How could yoube at it again?! The eyes have bled,the heart has cried,the soul has echoed…Enough. I …

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  • unreal boys love like men

    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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  • I saved the moon

    …a poem by Sena Quashie Tonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beautyOn the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracted handIt caresses the outlines of ourselves as we fall asleep. On the satin back of the soft avalanches, Dying, she surrenders to the long swoon, And walks in our eyes, a white …

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  • I heard clear silence

    …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 …

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  • To my Nightmare

    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 …

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  • Maybe…tomorrow

    Maybe Tomorrow (FunkyGemini) …a poem by Sena Quashie — 15 jan, ‘16 My eyes are the dew On the wet grass They see only the hand placed On the page of the rainWhere the thinning of poetry Is blurred By trying to reproduce the summer Under the advent of clouds It is a failed watercolor Of a sunshine on the beach But tomorrow maybe The light will …

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