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Dineo Mpeko
South Africa   
Dineo Setlhare
Botswana   

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21 | 31 Poems for August 2016

The cuts on her wrists help to express the feelings she cannot put into words.
Despite the pain she feels,  she feels the urge to constantly hurt herself again.
I want to be her sunshine through the rain and be her love through the pain.
She once said "Self-hurt became the only way to cope, I'm hanging by a thread and I hope no one cuts the rope."
Maybe no one will ever truly understand the type of love and happiness that she has begun to humbly demand.
The teenage girl who cuts herself knows that morphine cannot ease her pain.
She bleeds every night and believes that her scars will make her feel all right.
She has been tirelessly walking around with the burden of a broken heart.
She uses countless razor blades just to refrain herself from falling apart.
Mom doesn't know because during the day her scars don't clearly show.
Carefully concealed to avoid the eyes of prying friends, she'd rather converse with a stranger.
Inflicting pain on herself became the only way to cope, she's hanging by a thread and hopes that no one cuts the rope.
The teenage girl who cuts herself is trying to exorcise the demons she has regrettably danced with.
She has wounds a Band-Aid cannot cover and experiences pain that morphine cannot dissipate.
The teenage girl who cuts herself is patiently waiting for love to dominate.
The cuts on her wrists help to express the feelings she cannot put into words.
She believes that her marks and scars will eventually make everything all right.
The day she embraced God's love, her demons questioned the value of their existence.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices)

☆Poem by Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae himself

• O botse Shame O swana le Benz  •

in Front, of My eyes She is Like a Mercedes-Benz, so Beautiful you can see God Took his Time, before she was Born, She found me all alone, Now her number is stored in My Nokia Phone,

So Good Looking that you could Bet, She is an Angel, She turns me on From Every Angle, She makes it hard and prevent it to Dangle, and I wish I could wear hers like a Bangle,

On Top' Of Her League. She is... .. .  

my Mind. When I Look at her, is What, She Please, her Looks tease, a Woman Healthy Like Green Trees, at first sight She gave me Brain Freeze, at Night Like a Knight I was on my Knees, already Forgot about my Fees, Praying to God to "Please" Undress her and Give me a Chance to Please...  [her]  

Black Like a Butterfly from the Mountains, Making my saliva flow like the Fountains, because I have a solid wish to Make her Mine, Make the Years Nine, Because her Response was a Sign, That she is ready to submit it all to me, Give it all to me, and Bare it all to me,

Dineo Phomolo Seshohli gal O botse Shame O swana le Benz. She act Like she knows she was meant for me, Like she was sent for me, She is a Perfect Match, I Thought to Get her was Going to be a Difficult Match, Seems like she had NO time to let me pass, Till I Pass away from Stress in the Streets of Love, she set me free exactly like a dove, Like she was sent to me by the one above,

I am in Love, Dived in naked Like I am from Hell, with a wish to give her a TJ, That is a Tongue Job, till she Drips, and Overflow with all the right juices for that moment,

She is one of my kind, Now as I write this, She is stuck at the back of my Mind, The time has went, when we meet, I wish, I can rewind, because that is the day I felt different, From feeling transparent, to feeling solid, hard, handsome and spoiled,

If she is the devil my soul is sold till we die or grow old, our Love will still be bold, while walking hand in hand in the peaceful road,

I want to have her in a Good way. O botse Shame O swana le Benz.

Dedication: Phomolo Seshohli
a man who make a cat wet and let it dry by itself is like a poet with words refusing to be inked on a paper or device. Hi friends I'm Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae (Pholohana Sello Vincent captain of Megacreative poetry crew) I'm a poet who makes lOve to a woman via poetry mixed with blood reactions reacting to infinity.
ROMANTIC DESIRE....

You make me to glide,
To feel the inner of the land,
To feel like my heart is cutting
Inside,
To feel lost and not to comprehend,

All I'm thinking is romance,
I need the place,
Were I can get some flowers,
To show you, I'm yours,
Even sun doesn't fit in your
League,
I have put an glue,

 Feelings are stronger than tropical Dineo cyclone.
You my heart desire
 I want you to be my number one,
I can picture you in my future, 

My love is beyond the sea level,
Know one can reach that point,
I'm your lover ,
I will always be there like a fever,..