KiaraNgubane - Hello Poetry

Blahs wasted. Visions of the moon, clouded by "aqua ruptures". The beautiful Glistening of the stars, dimmed, drowned out, by the wails. Honja... Alone.

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC

KiaraNgubane

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Blahs wasted. Visions of the moon, clouded by "aqua ruptures". The beautiful Glistening of the stars, dimmed, drowned out, by the wails. Honja... Alone.

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It fascinates me, each time I dissect my thoughts, to discover, as if I didn't know, how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings, to the infatuation of observing, Each day, how that which is living, ("fantasize's" about your auction) craves your presence, my piece of art.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC

KiaraNgubane

Priceless Portrait.

It fascinates me, each time I dissect my thoughts, to discover, as if I didn't know, how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings, to the infatuation of observing, Each day, how that which is living, ("fantasize's" about your auction) craves your presence, my piece of art.

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Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish. Drowning, in the puddle that is air. You have too little. They would rather not share it with you. Home, the flood that is self? You don't, infect my nirvana with disappointment. You are disappointment. You are, The Infection. Human. Parasite. ...I start to wonder, Is there even still a difference? Did it ever exist.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC

KiaraNgubane

Broken promises.

Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish. Drowning, in the puddle that is air. You have too little. They would rather not share it with you. Home, the flood that is self? You don't, infect my nirvana with disappointment. You are disappointment. You are, The Infection. Human. Parasite. ...I start to wonder, Is there even still a difference? Did it ever exist.

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I have sat and watched people do the same things , but I fell in love with how the air begged to enter your lungs.

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KiaraNgubane

Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC

mahdiya-patel

To my piece of art ✨

I have sat and watched people do the same things , but I fell in love with how the air begged to enter your lungs.

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~~ behind the shadow a distinct lost dream standing opposite of a long bridge crossing through the middle cutoff see the river flowing beneath illusive calling but can't go on the edge a dark sharp sign known voices floating over echoing an ego which cover the shadow how many days offset! and try to touch the last sunset still silhouette stands on the shore what is mystic that always opens the door the river bumping with waves between the broken parts of the bridge passing a phase of life on the ridge yet subconscious grew a cohesion of dream ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen

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KiaraNgubane

Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

musfiq-us-shaleheen

broken bridge

~~ behind the shadow a distinct lost dream standing opposite of a long bridge crossing through the middle cutoff see the river flowing beneath illusive calling but can't go on the edge a dark sharp sign known voices floating over echoing an ego which cover the shadow how many days offset! and try to touch the last sunset still silhouette stands on the shore what is mystic that always opens the door the river bumping with waves between the broken parts of the bridge passing a phase of life on the ridge yet subconscious grew a cohesion of dream ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen

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It is difficult to be a man, For I am not a typical one. It is hard for me to go on, There’s a secret that pulls me. I loathe when my memories strike, They hit emotionally with might. I struggle so much to survive, In a world so deaf towards my cries. I look at a He and my heart convulses, For I recall a He who gave me kisses. I was young, forced and naïve, I fought but He was much stronger. Society might tell that I’m gay, For I let a man violated me in a way. But I’m not a ***** and I’m sure, I play a role for which others envy. When I was a teen I met her, I admired her even if she’s older. I was then shy and very timid, With mental and emotional scars. I thought of her as a dear friend, Then she turned to be my worst fiend. One instance she forced herself on me, And used things that hurt me so. A girl’s tactics differ from the stronger *** Tears she used first and blackmail next. She was cunning, sly and very clever, She stole my pride and my dignity. My fears now mixed with anger, My determinations got bolder. I still cry and sometimes get lonely, Like any other victim I want to fight. I can not shout to the whole nations, For societies will scorn at my declamation. Both sexes forgot that I have feelings too, I am also made of flesh, bones and spirit. I am not proud of what I become, Within me clouding reasons try to calm. My desire is to win this battle to the end, I am capable of vulnerability like any human. But where does my right begin? This universe has compassion for women. The likes of me are expected to be steel made, Yet I have feelings too for I am just a man.

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KiaraNgubane

Nov 1, 2015

Nov 1, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC

YRada

I HAVE FEELINGS TOO

It is difficult to be a man, For I am not a typical one. It is hard for me to go on, There’s a secret that pulls me. I loathe when my memories strike, They hit emotionally with might. I struggle so much to survive, In a world so deaf towards my cries. I look at a He and my heart convulses, For I recall a He who gave me kisses. I was young, forced and naïve, I fought but He was much stronger. Society might tell that I’m gay, For I let a man violated me in a way. But I’m not a ***** and I’m sure, I play a role for which others envy. When I was a teen I met her, I admired her even if she’s older. I was then shy and very timid, With mental and emotional scars. I thought of her as a dear friend, Then she turned to be my worst fiend. One instance she forced herself on me, And used things that hurt me so. A girl’s tactics differ from the stronger *** Tears she used first and blackmail next. She was cunning, sly and very clever, She stole my pride and my dignity. My fears now mixed with anger, My determinations got bolder. I still cry and sometimes get lonely, Like any other victim I want to fight. I can not shout to the whole nations, For societies will scorn at my declamation. Both sexes forgot that I have feelings too, I am also made of flesh, bones and spirit. I am not proud of what I become, Within me clouding reasons try to calm. My desire is to win this battle to the end, I am capable of vulnerability like any human. But where does my right begin? This universe has compassion for women. The likes of me are expected to be steel made, Yet I have feelings too for I am just a man.

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They ask "how are you?", with pretentious smiles, like they care. Like they even care. "Breathing. I'm, breathing." "Oh." "Yes." "Yes. That is what I thought."

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC

KiaraNgubane

coping.

They ask "how are you?", with pretentious smiles, like they care. Like they even care. "Breathing. I'm, breathing." "Oh." "Yes." "Yes. That is what I thought."

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what's wrong with you ? they ask me all the time. i'm wrong with me , i'm too much to live with .

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KiaraNgubane

Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC

yass-min

usless

what's wrong with you ? they ask me all the time. i'm wrong with me , i'm too much to live with .

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Like a corpse, it took her a decade to bloom, but he only stayed 48, and then he said they could never be together. He left her empty, maimed, her heart worn out, like an old, unwanted punching bag, emotionally hamstrung. Missing limbs, she felt empty, forever soul searching. He said he had to go, the deuce threat! "ruler of Olympus had ordered it", rendered him powerless, left him "half" the man he was. But... When did Zeus become a harlot?

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC

KiaraNgubane

Soul mates.

Like a corpse, it took her a decade to bloom, but he only stayed 48, and then he said they could never be together. He left her empty, maimed, her heart worn out, like an old, unwanted punching bag, emotionally hamstrung. Missing limbs, she felt empty, forever soul searching. He said he had to go, the deuce threat! "ruler of Olympus had ordered it", rendered him powerless, left him "half" the man he was. But... When did Zeus become a harlot?

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