#sugarcane
It's efficient to erase
But your silhouette remains.
Your character doesn't faze
Your demeanour makes me sway
Hey, waves!
How come you never stay?
Your touch evokes a presence
Like a present
You fill me with essence
I feel more competent
Quickens my breathing
Like a Spartan combatant
Vibrant like a flower
In the Eden
Black Hole Sun to my Soundgarden
Like a prisoner got pardoned
You bring out my reason
To live for you,
My freedom
Gaze of legions
Yet you saved the heathens
Sippin' on chlorine
I dared to treason
To reach you,
My Destination
My grief was palpable
For hesitation was in motion
Time's notion favoured
Fate's recon
And like a fever
She vanished
And it hurt
Like Nine Inch Nails
Her presence was nostalgic
Even when we were strangers
Almost familiar but totally surreal
Hypnotic voice, flawlessly adhered
I wish you were here
Not a page
But a book
With me as your seer,
My Dear
It pains me to let her go
I stayed until I couldn't bear
Fate, I won't blame you so
Time just stay there
For what evoked
Was love in full adherence
A taste of something forbidden
Like the fruit from the Garden of Eden
Now this memoir of your presence
Basks my mind in a mask of confusion
What once felt so enigmatic in essence
Drains me dry like hydrophobic substances
In order to apprehend it
I relapse into the same dilemma
That
It's efficient to erase
But your silhouette remains
-Asher Graves
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
Downhill after dark we took our nightly showers
Under the standpipe, dodging the cars light,
It was fun in those days, the life of the poor black child
The countryside, but the sweetest thing to remember,
Roast breadfruit, roast flying fish, roast corns,
It was fun in those days, for the life of the poor, young villagers
in today world it called Backyard Barbecuing with friends,
when we did it was called poor people way of cooking, and celebrating.
So often now and then,
it's good to go back in time
And relived, those awkward and happy moments
Only thing I detest was loading the sugarcane
On my head and going up the ladder,
The white man reap all the sweet
The black man bake under the sun.
Last month I sat in the most expensive Restaurant
And eat, lobster, drank expensive bottle of wine
I wouldn’t reveal the cost of the meal,
But, I always knew, that one day, this would
Have happen, from roast fish, on the hill of Prout Hill
To Washington DC exquisite night restaurant. MI*VIDA
And yes I made all of this happened:
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
Frequently
I imagine
Unwrapping you
slowly (softly) a gift that
I have dreamed of
Feeling your skin again (and again)
I am grasping for moments
(for you)
I want to cement in me the
softness of your (living)
the sharpness of your bones
sweet like sugarcane
below your surface.
I am here to catch
every breath between my
tingling fingers
caramel tongue
slowly unwrapping (me)
Frequently.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
cocoa pod fell
in perennial grass refined
like bitter strife
discovering sweet life
like an old lean
imbibing a fresh spin
fully enriched
this bean
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC