…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 […]
…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 […]
via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling […]