…you are the difference You don’t have to make a difference — you are the difference.Each atom of your being plays houseand home, swapping in and outand no one ever stays, but the changeis what makes it all worthwhile. You are the change, whether you make the change or not.
This is not a poem
3am thoughts, of my late cousin, for my late cousin and our early dreams.
Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow
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 […]
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.
…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 […]
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 […]
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 […]