Poems from Shambrica Walker
Where I’m from babies are having babies, mothers are too strung out on all the drugs that grandparents have raised their teens. Where I’m...
Imagine her arms wrapped around you filling you with love that has grown stronger each day. Smile as the music plays mellow in the back...
She’s wide awake as her lover sleeps only concentrated upon the dreams and thoughts wondering through her lover’s subconscious mind. Is...
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
It always amazes me how beautifully she snores once she’s talking to me. No matter how badly her and I both haven't been able to sleep....