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Charles_Chitsungo
Charles_Chitsungo
17/M/Zimbabwe
JUST ME TOO I WISH I COULD PROGRAM MY EYES TO ONLY FOCUS ON YOU I WISH I COULD CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR AND LET YOU TURN IT INTO A WEAVE AS A SYMBOL OF MY LOVE BUT.. I AM NOT THE MASK OF ZORO BUT IF YOU PASS BEFORE ME I WILL CHAIN MYSELF TO A RAILWAY LINE HOPE TO GET HIT WAKE UP IN A 3RD WORLD COUNTRY MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE TO SEE IF IT FEELS THE SAME. I AM NO TUPAC I CAN'T WRITE SONGS FOR YOU. HECK I CAN'T EVEN WRITE FOR MY "DEAR MAMA". BUT I CAN GIVE YOU SHAKESPEARE TYPE OF LOVE NOT THE THOU THEE BUT THE TRUST ME. I AM NOT NEIL ARMSTRONG I CAN'T SHOW YOU THE STARS VENUS,NEPTUNE AND MARS. BUT YOU CAN MAKE MY EYES YOUR TELESCOPE MY KISSES YOUR JET THIS LOVE YOUR FUEL AND MY HEART YOUR GALAXY . I AM NO DEADPOOL I MIGHT JUST DIE TODAY SO LET'S TURN TIME FROM AN ENTITY TO A QUANTITY SO MAYBE WE COULD GET ADDICTED AND BUY 2KGs everyday. I AM NO TARZAN BUT IF WE HAVE A DAUGHTER I WILL NAME HER LIRA SO AT HER BASKETBALL GAMES I CAN SHOUT "GORILLA " I AM NO JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T TURN WATER INTO WINE BUT I CAN TURN YOU INTO MINE. I an no teletubby I don't even know the Alphabet I only know M.E loves you I AM NO ALBERT EINSTEIN I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE COLOUR OF OXYGEN I JUST KNOW YOU BREATHE IT INTO ME AND IF AIR IS LIFE THE YOU BREATHE LIFE INTO ME. I AM NOT A FAN OF SCIENTOLOGY I JUST HAVE TO TESTIFY HOW ACIDIC YOUR LOVE IS THAT MY CHEEK LITMUS PAPER TURNS RED EVERYTIME I SEE YOU AND YOU CORRODE MY BRAIN WITH A SIDE DISH OF HOW NUMB MY FACE GETS AND A LIGHT DESSERT OF HOW YOU UNSCRE EVERY HINGE IN MY BODY. LifeofTsuchi
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
JUST ME TOO
JUST ME TOO I WISH I COULD PROGRAM MY EYES TO ONLY FOCUS ON YOU I WISH I COULD CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR AND LET YOU TURN IT INTO A WEAVE AS A SYMBOL OF MY LOVE BUT.. I AM NOT THE MASK OF ZORO BUT IF YOU PASS BEFORE ME I WILL CHAIN MYSELF TO A RAILWAY LINE HOPE TO GET HIT WAKE UP IN A 3RD WORLD COUNTRY MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE TO SEE IF IT FEELS THE SAME. I AM NO TUPAC I CAN'T WRITE SONGS FOR YOU. HECK I CAN'T EVEN WRITE FOR MY "DEAR MAMA". BUT I CAN GIVE YOU SHAKESPEARE TYPE OF LOVE NOT THE THOU THEE BUT THE TRUST ME. I AM NOT NEIL ARMSTRONG I CAN'T SHOW YOU THE STARS VENUS,NEPTUNE AND MARS. BUT YOU CAN MAKE MY EYES YOUR TELESCOPE MY KISSES YOUR JET THIS LOVE YOUR FUEL AND MY HEART YOUR GALAXY . I AM NO DEADPOOL I MIGHT JUST DIE TODAY SO LET'S TURN TIME FROM AN ENTITY TO A QUANTITY SO MAYBE WE COULD GET ADDICTED AND BUY 2KGs everyday. I AM NO TARZAN BUT IF WE HAVE A DAUGHTER I WILL NAME HER LIRA SO AT HER BASKETBALL GAMES I CAN SHOUT "GORILLA " I AM NO JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T TURN WATER INTO WINE BUT I CAN TURN YOU INTO MINE. I an no teletubby I don't even know the Alphabet I only know M.E loves you I AM NO ALBERT EINSTEIN I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE COLOUR OF OXYGEN I JUST KNOW YOU BREATHE IT INTO ME AND IF AIR IS LIFE THE YOU BREATHE LIFE INTO ME. I AM NOT A FAN OF SCIENTOLOGY I JUST HAVE TO TESTIFY HOW ACIDIC YOUR LOVE IS THAT MY CHEEK LITMUS PAPER TURNS RED EVERYTIME I SEE YOU AND YOU CORRODE MY BRAIN WITH A SIDE DISH OF HOW NUMB MY FACE GETS AND A LIGHT DESSERT OF HOW YOU UNSCRE EVERY HINGE IN MY BODY. LifeofTsuchi
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it's like for a few hours no one is living not dead,just living in the now. troubles have been left home like the wives,kids and parents of most. Young pretty mouthwatering females everywhere. Truly women will be the end of men everyone is looking and searching for that perfect one. but who finds love in this worldly place. No,l take it back l found love is this worldy place and the only thing stiff is not my neck. everyone see's her,l can see the hunger in their eyes l did not know her name but l decided to call her Friday for her body is down the week and her legs are like a smooth stick. l wish you could have seen her yourself for beauty is in the eye of the beholder but l feel like l have the eyes of the earth on my shoulder. if tonight l do not dream of my flawless empress something must be wrong. for she is not a muse for a rhyme but for a song. her whole body shakes when she walks like she is playing ping-pong. and every time l steal a glance my heart skips a gong. l try to look for the last time at my bottle shaped Delilah but she catches me looking and with one wink my heart beats like a song by metro booming
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
Her name is Friday
One day we are this Tomorrow we are that. I can't do this anymore But tomorrow you call me for more No one else gives affection like l do I have a reputation for leaving heads sore. Our love is a Deal with The Devil And we are standing toe to toe For loving you might be my biggest evil Of a Story filled with thorns and roads of gravel. You had him But you tell me all the time you thought of me. I know these are all sweet lies but l am too blind to see For you replaced the lock on my door and placed a new key. You say we are now friends But your glares are invitations They tell me all your bad intentions. Your friend never liked me Your other friends never met me Why were you hiding me. You ignore me when he is around But when he leaves l am the first to be found Your confessions of love towards me are so profound I just wish they could always be around. Every chance l get of moving on is immediately crushed
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
What are we
You destroy my insides everytime l take you I always hear how you will be the death of me At least in the afterlife l can tell tales of the good times we had. Life might get hard I feel like running away But only you know how l feel You blow all my troubles away Sometimes l steal money just to get you But everytime l take you l have to admit l feel guilty Not because you made me a crook But because my reasoning and health you took. No one understands how you make me feel Your steam makes me feel like a man of Steel. Anyone who comes between us l might just **** When your kisses kick in everything starts to fade And my eyes turn red. I only love you when it's half past five The only time l can put you on a paper And roll you like a wrapper. I used to run away from you But whenever l wake l only hear your voice call Maybe it is your seeds that make my hair grow.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Stoner thoughts
What would be If l had not wasted all my time on me Time is money but you gave yours for free We were once a baobab tree But now we are just a cut down brunch Can we talk about it, can l take you to lunch Your love was bitter sweet like a lemonade punch. Now you call and tell me about him I pretend not to care How long will l sit back and stare. If l had a time machine l would change nothing Because it seems he makes you happier Your happiness is all l ever wanted I just took it for granted. I called you on your birthday talking about all the good times we had Thinking it would bring you happy memories but it only made you mad How come he gets to facetime you All your cousins comment about how cute he is. I asked you if you love him And you said you would learn to overtime Does love have a syllabus now If it did only l can get an A+ For you l would never bunk a class. He might have all the money to take you to fancy restaurants He can buy you a plane for all l care But love is not expensive or extensive Only pure, true and plain. You tell me about how he spent the night at your house And how all his kisses are like mint dollar bills About how he never drinks or takes any pills But l know you enjoyed our cheap thrills I was Romeo and you were juliet but our love never killed I never got drunk for the fun of it But l had to take all that for you It's no excuse l know But l am no confident guy as you know Without the pills and potions l can never show my emotions. I still dream of your smiles when l carried you around Like a little kid And when l used to buy you chocolates and flowers Instead of the fillet minourn And the rest l cant even pronounce. Maybe you enjoy all that l don't know But just know l am here now and forever more I know this sounds cheesy But writing my emotions is easy.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Chanelle
What would be If l had not wasted all my time on me Time is money but you gave yours for free We were once a baobab tree But now we are just a cut down brunch Can we talk about it, can l take you to lunch Your love was bitter sweet like a lemonade punch. Now you call and tell me about him I pretend not to care How long will l sit back and stare. If l had a time machine l would change nothing Because it seems he makes you happier Your happiness is all l ever wanted I just took it for granted. I called you on your birthday talking about all the good times we had Thinking it would bring you happy memories but it only made you mad How come he gets to facetime you All your cousins comment about how cute he is. I asked you if you love him And you said you would learn to overtime Does love have a syllabus now If it did only l can get an A+ For you l would never bunk a class. He might have all the money to take you to fancy restaurants He can buy you a plane for all l care But love is not expensive or extensive Only pure, true and plain. You tell me about how he spent the night at your house And how all his kisses are like mint dollar bills About how he never drinks or takes any pills But l know you enjoyed our cheap thrills I was Romeo and you were juliet but our love never killed I never got drunk for the fun of it But l had to take all that for you It's no excuse l know But l am no confident guy as you know Without the pills and potions l can never show my emotions. I still dream of your smiles when l carried you around Like a little kid And when l used to buy you chocolates and flowers Instead of the fillet minourn And the rest l cant even pronounce. Maybe you enjoy all that l don't know But just know l am here now and forever more I know this sounds cheesy But writing my emotions is easy.
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Not am l a great literate For most of my work is of moderate Words Speak to my soul Like Jesus did to the people of Nazareth. Every letter is like a unique colour 50 shades of wisdom and power To encourage me every hour, Even when l am singing in the shower. Only few ever see my writing Because we are all too busy fighting But words are my armour and clothing and l fear nothing. Reading feels like the narrator is speaking through my eyes And we share the same lows and highs. I never thought of myself as a good lyricist Until l went to the pharmacist And he gave that good Baptist. But l removed myself from the ethist. I used to wrestle my words with my words But l realized hey, this is for kids I was reading too much So l had to reap my seeds. Words with a zest of sly confusion are the ones of the right fusion. When l know what they mean l will get the right pension To use the in the best intention. The say the pen is sharper than the sword But the sword has cheated and left the world cold. Words to me are straight and narrow, They shoot my mind like a straight arrow Sometimes funny but they are no Jack Sparrow Every statement hits the bone marrow Like Moses speaking to a Pharoah. Faith moves mountains, words flow out from the Great fountain The same in which Greats like Mandela Had mental minds of an alien Gorilla, And Michael Jackson got his lyrics for thriller Or like Bryson tiller almost wrote a song for Maria And the biblical story of Noriah Wow Words blow me away like an Attack from North Korea I start to feel Great like lm friends with Sia Haha You have no idea.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Something about Words
Not am l a great literate For most of my work is of moderate Words Speak to my soul Like Jesus did to the people of Nazareth. Every letter is like a unique colour 50 shades of wisdom and power To encourage me every hour, Even when l am singing in the shower. Only few ever see my writing Because we are all too busy fighting But words are my armour and clothing and l fear nothing. Reading feels like the narrator is speaking through my eyes And we share the same lows and highs. I never thought of myself as a good lyricist Until l went to the pharmacist And he gave that good Baptist. But l removed myself from the ethist. I used to wrestle my words with my words But l realized hey, this is for kids I was reading too much So l had to reap my seeds. Words with a zest of sly confusion are the ones of the right fusion. When l know what they mean l will get the right pension To use the in the best intention. The say the pen is sharper than the sword But the sword has cheated and left the world cold. Words to me are straight and narrow, They shoot my mind like a straight arrow Sometimes funny but they are no Jack Sparrow Every statement hits the bone marrow Like Moses speaking to a Pharoah. Faith moves mountains, words flow out from the Great fountain The same in which Greats like Mandela Had mental minds of an alien Gorilla, And Michael Jackson got his lyrics for thriller Or like Bryson tiller almost wrote a song for Maria And the biblical story of Noriah Wow Words blow me away like an Attack from North Korea I start to feel Great like lm friends with Sia Haha You have no idea.
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time is my enemy death is a Friend a friend that will not be my beginning but my end A friend that is heavenly send, and no one can take a stand. the Rich never have enough, the poor never have too little and everyone has to settle it will relieve me of all my pain, disgrace,my embarrassments and my debts. a friend that is a sealed fate, but we don't realize the date, For no witchdoctor or prophet can tell us when it was set. when l die l hope reincarnate as a cat for he has 9 lives and stays as the pet. l live everyday like it's an eternity for if l lived it as my last, will l not disturb my sanity. if wishes were horses and time machines could fly through time, l have only one desire to warn my self "watch out for the wicked and never retire". For the Strongest face the hardest fight. and the realest live the hardest life.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Time is my enemy,death is my friend
I saw you ,you saw me Not do l know you,nor do you know me. Will we meet again?,She asked me How would l know you should tell me I used my eyes to tell her She followed suite to reply me. Not do l know where she resides Nor can she tell where resides me. I can tell tonight you will dream of me. NO she told me ,but l know you want me, You cant Wait to see me . In her head she probably named me. Maybe the name lee. Had l mentioned this was all in my mind, A car almost hit me truly love is blind. Maybe she was harsh or a little kind. As their family car took off ,l knew l had lost her forever. And us meeting was now a never, But it truly was a moment to savour For meeting this angel was Gods divine favour.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
We will meet again
A man with a dream Is No different from a kite For they all lack vision and sight. For some the sun shines East to West But mine shines West to East, So l have no time to waste. I wasn't born with a Porsche I never had a Yatch I Never had a Country house nor a Country Club. I never wore fancy Silk Blazers, But my past does not define me and neither do my deeds or words uttered from my  mouth. No one believes in me I am all l have, My ambitions are like echos from a cave. But actions speak louder than words And my dreams will never fade. I look to the North The East The West The South But there is none like me I am different, l am special, l am like no other that has roamed this earth, They Try to hold me down with the system, They secretly doctorate me and use Shackles and Chains to limit me. But l laugh at them For my dream is bigger than me, them or any man on this earth. FOR I AM A MAN WITH A DREAM And it is my only drive to the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
No Vision, No Sight
As I think about the distance, I start to crave your brilliance. I dream to see you for an instant. Without thinking of you my words have no sentence, And I question my existence. When I look at the sky, I think about the time. If talking to you is a crime, l am willing to do the time. How fast will it fly? How much will I try? Your voice is like a drug Only made to get me high. Why are you so unique? How are you so complete? You're someone I cannot critique, As you always bring me relief. To you, I can write a song About how your heart's so big And how my soul you rigged, How our hearts just clicked. Unlike my future profession, Your care  I do not question, Yes you are the person.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
Her