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  Feb 2020 Kwanele
Umi
I am darkness I am light, I am chaos I am might, lies and truth unite,
Fear and bravery, envy with hatred and love finally combined,
I am the difference between illusions and dreams, nothing as it seems,
Nightmares and mirrages, a realm of infinity and finite by its means,
I am fusion and fission, with one simple yet very complex misssion,
Energy and indolence, a wall, another fence, questions upon answers
If small lies give rise to grand falsities, what is the truth gonna bring ?
A place where you should be able to feel reality and fantasy's sting,
Apathy and concern unite, come closer I don't really bite, trust me,
My teeth look sharp, yet they are blunt, you can rant or stay calm,
I am a living death wandering yet standing still, does it make you ill?
Generosity and greed are both present while they are missing, still!
Control the lies of your uncontrollable tounge, listen to the silence,
Could we possibly agree that this unanimity relies in total dissension?
I am the discouragement for your precious, little yet pure intentions,
Aimlessness for hope of a future unexplored yet near enough to grasp
I am the rue in pride, a lamp without light, elusive but not transient,
A harmonic ramgage, riots over the horizon in undefined dark light,
I am malevolent and benevolent, bent yet straight, right behind you,
What am I ?

~ Umi
If you can solve this riddle I give you a cookie °^°
This took very long to make and actually combines my old rhyming writing style and the one I engaged myself in a while ago, I do hope it is somewhat enjoyable ^-^
Kwanele Nov 2019
I fear coming down from my high
because you broke my heart

I fear coming down from my high
because thoughts of you
and
the silence threaten to pull me apart

I fear coming down from my high
because the silence threatens to open up the floodgates to my broken heart

I fear coming down from my high
because all I remember is you

I fear coming down from my high
because all I remember is you

I fear coming down from my high
because all I remember are your lies

I fear coming down from my high
because you lie at the heart of my sober mind

I fear coming down from my high
so I stay high
the aftermath
  Mar 2018 Kwanele
camps
my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street
so let’s thank the queen for writing it down
before she’s just another thing i have to step over
all the rest have tickled my feet so far
and everything under construction reminds me that these days
the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover

i’ve been racing to crash on the couch
just to wake up to see if i have time for it all
and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about  
with the way things are going
you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself
but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete

i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep
when she whispered paris
nothing, everything may have changed
so this is not like anything i’ve never meant:

my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you
it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and
besides this time i think i've really done it
two days and this is already my favorite story but
second chances don't have to be so mysterious
maybe i just wanted to see you smile again

i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L
still choosing o over x
and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim
two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it
i’ll keep looking for you so long as you
don’t stop drawing me maps

if i died in my indecision then
your mouth showed me heaven
you’re the closest thing to purpose
i’ve ever tasted

i wish you knew how much i mean that
natacha | london, england
Kwanele Mar 2018
tired of writing,
You're not mine, poetry
I shouldn't think about you, poetry
You're missing from me, poetry
I miss you, poetry
I shouldn't miss you, poetry
I should let you go, poetry
I've let you go, poetry
I could never let you go, poetry
Come back to me, poetry
Poetry, I am tired of you           
but I will always write you, poetry
i cant seem to write anything else about anyone else.
  Mar 2018 Kwanele
III
Did you know
That the waves of the ocean
Crash over themselves
In a shivering rush to marvel
At the glassy globes
Encased on either side
Of the bridge of your nose?
Kwanele Mar 2018
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
I am hopeless when it comes to you
THIS IS POETRY
I have always been, hopeless without you.
Hi
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