Poems from Chisanga franklin

Chisanga franklin's picture
Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe
When the lights dim, Your face relights them again, Nothing like you glitters the pearly gates, When you smile everything on my mind dodges...
On a stony day as this, My boy undressed in his thought and mind, About a stumble, He knew not was coming, All the chicks on the bus were...
I'm knocking in between life and death, My hands cold and warm, Nothing looks like abet, Trees falling from leaves is irony, I choose to...
Its cold but my skin wont die, It wont break a felon, It will pick roses falling far-on. Beguiling in sand like the stars glitter in the...
Once bound no longer free, Love no one but me, Colour your soul with my name, Move along-alone with me, The town is warm and beautiful It's...

Pages