Sbulelo - Hello Poetry

You’re never beautiful to them… not yet. Not while you breathe… not while you try to stay young. Death is the only thing that makes them notice, by then… You’re already gone.

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May 11

May 11, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC

Sbulelo

By then

You’re never beautiful to them… not yet. Not while you breathe… not while you try to stay young. Death is the only thing that makes them notice, by then… You’re already gone.

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In the dark, music is an archaeologist… Unearthing memories you’d thought lost. A soundtrack to the endurance we've worn thin, a whisper of what we’ve been through. It’s neither weakness nor bravery… to want to escape this pain. Just two different kinds of endurance, side by side. Yet, we still breathe – and in the silence… Music finds us again

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Echoes of Endurance

In the dark, music is an archaeologist… Unearthing memories you’d thought lost. A soundtrack to the endurance we've worn thin, a whisper of what we’ve been through. It’s neither weakness nor bravery… to want to escape this pain. Just two different kinds of endurance, side by side. Yet, we still breathe – and in the silence… Music finds us again

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The darkness closes in, a suffocating shroud. You whisper, "It's gonna be ok," but the words are empty, a hollow echo in the cavernous space where my soul used to be. The monsters whisper too, their voices a cacophony of cruel truths. "You're broken, unfixable, not worth saving." They're kind, in their own way, offering an escape, a release from the torment. But you don't see the chains that bind me, the weight of the shadows that swallow me whole. You don't see the fragments of me scattered like shattered glass, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. It's easy for you to say, "It's gonna be ok." Easy to be the voice of reason in someone else's storm. But I am drowning, gasping for air, and all I want is peace. Is that selfish? To want an end to this agony? To want to be free?

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC

Sbulelo

Free

The darkness closes in, a suffocating shroud. You whisper, "It's gonna be ok," but the words are empty, a hollow echo in the cavernous space where my soul used to be. The monsters whisper too, their voices a cacophony of cruel truths. "You're broken, unfixable, not worth saving." They're kind, in their own way, offering an escape, a release from the torment. But you don't see the chains that bind me, the weight of the shadows that swallow me whole. You don't see the fragments of me scattered like shattered glass, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. It's easy for you to say, "It's gonna be ok." Easy to be the voice of reason in someone else's storm. But I am drowning, gasping for air, and all I want is peace. Is that selfish? To want an end to this agony? To want to be free?

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If only pain were as brief as a tear… Born, lived, and lost in a single, sorrowful sigh. No echoes of despair, no lingering fear, Just a flash of hurt, then nothing to repair. Like dew… it would glisten, fall, and fade Leaving no stain, no scar, no memories made. No haunting shadows, no binding fears, Just a moment's sorrow, and nothing left through the years. But pain lingers, a persistent, unwelcome guest Refusing to leave, refusing to rest. It clings to the heart, a heavy, crushing weight, A constant reminder of life's fragile, fractured state.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Hurt

If only pain were as brief as a tear… Born, lived, and lost in a single, sorrowful sigh. No echoes of despair, no lingering fear, Just a flash of hurt, then nothing to repair. Like dew… it would glisten, fall, and fade Leaving no stain, no scar, no memories made. No haunting shadows, no binding fears, Just a moment's sorrow, and nothing left through the years. But pain lingers, a persistent, unwelcome guest Refusing to leave, refusing to rest. It clings to the heart, a heavy, crushing weight, A constant reminder of life's fragile, fractured state.

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Nothing frightens me, not even the darkness that beckons. Not the pills that promise oblivion, nor the blade that lays me bare. Not the tears that momentarily escape, nor the memories that haunt me still. Not even Death's siren song, which whispers sweet nothings in my ear. For in the dance of flames and wind, I found a spark that refused to die. And though I was ready to surrender, I couldn't let go of you.

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Apr 26, 2025

Apr 26, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Let go

Nothing frightens me, not even the darkness that beckons. Not the pills that promise oblivion, nor the blade that lays me bare. Not the tears that momentarily escape, nor the memories that haunt me still. Not even Death's siren song, which whispers sweet nothings in my ear. For in the dance of flames and wind, I found a spark that refused to die. And though I was ready to surrender, I couldn't let go of you.

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Avert your gaze, for beneath this joyful guise lies my doom… sealed and designed.

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Apr 24, 2025

Apr 24, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Loom

Avert your gaze, for beneath this joyful guise lies my doom… sealed and designed.

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In love's garden, we wander free, Picking blooms to show our glee. Yet, in our grasp, they wither fast Leaving death where life once last. How wicked love would be, To take and not give back to thee. To cherish and then let fade, The beauty that our love has made.

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Nov 2, 2024

Nov 2, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Tend the garden

In love's garden, we wander free, Picking blooms to show our glee. Yet, in our grasp, they wither fast Leaving death where life once last. How wicked love would be, To take and not give back to thee. To cherish and then let fade, The beauty that our love has made.

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Nothing never really scares me… Not even this fatal dose of paracetamol that can never numb this pain or heal these scars. Not even this blade that cuts me open, exposing every inch of my body but the true depths of my suffering. Not even these tears I shed momentarily, in the brief gap between breaths… Nothing never really scares me. Not even these stained fragments of memories when Death sang to me… Instead we danced like fire in wind whirls… And even though I was ready to die, I was not ready to give you up.

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Jun 28, 2023

Jun 28, 2023 at 4:36 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Parting ways.

Nothing never really scares me… Not even this fatal dose of paracetamol that can never numb this pain or heal these scars. Not even this blade that cuts me open, exposing every inch of my body but the true depths of my suffering. Not even these tears I shed momentarily, in the brief gap between breaths… Nothing never really scares me. Not even these stained fragments of memories when Death sang to me… Instead we danced like fire in wind whirls… And even though I was ready to die, I was not ready to give you up.

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On that day, do come closer and whisper softly… “You look happier here.” Then shut my casket close and layer it with stones.

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Jun 7, 2023

Jun 7, 2023 at 6:00 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Home

On that day, do come closer and whisper softly… “You look happier here.” Then shut my casket close and layer it with stones.

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How sad does this tale get…? “Strangled by these awful thoughts, a pretty corpse hung on the corner store.” Delightful as noon and the setting sun… Yet as cold as rising moon. . How evil does this mind get…? “What are you living for?”, “All these happy feelings overextended, openly handed to these barbarous hands to gently caress them.”… . Or not. . You’ve been here before… before reality. An arena for battling thoughts… “She loves me… She loves me not.” A fight for truths you already know, that which they withhold. Truths that turn bitter and painful and weigh heavily on your chest… Still, you hold on… Bear the aching heart and a heavy chest, For you love them dearly… Forever and endlessly. And for that love, the end of your journey is nearing.

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Mar 27, 2023

Mar 27, 2023 at 2:04 AM UTC

Sbulelo

Pity nest...

How sad does this tale get…? “Strangled by these awful thoughts, a pretty corpse hung on the corner store.” Delightful as noon and the setting sun… Yet as cold as rising moon. . How evil does this mind get…? “What are you living for?”, “All these happy feelings overextended, openly handed to these barbarous hands to gently caress them.”… . Or not. . You’ve been here before… before reality. An arena for battling thoughts… “She loves me… She loves me not.” A fight for truths you already know, that which they withhold. Truths that turn bitter and painful and weigh heavily on your chest… Still, you hold on… Bear the aching heart and a heavy chest, For you love them dearly… Forever and endlessly. And for that love, the end of your journey is nearing.

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