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emmanuel-phakathi
emmanuel-phakathi
ShortStoryman from Soweto. South Africa / ALL POEMS ARE MINE, COPYRIGHTED AND ARE NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT MY CONSENT*
With liquid bricks build me places I fear to feel. Make their truth a mirror's shine.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:27 PM UTC
Untitled
miss being told " its over" clearly, old buck here is over the hill.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC
To old for a break up.
My local news said there was peace agreement. Only to find out that this was a lie.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Untitled
We fall in death like leaves from a winter scorched tree, pulled to the ground by the gust of fate, scattered into silence.
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
Eventually
Recent death close to my door left my soul spilling out like air from a burst Ballon. My spirit dazed. Since the day of her abrupt departure nights are no longer for sleep they are for long, lingering stares at a broken reality. Gaye, In your wake, the rythm of my life now on.a dead beat. I blink - there's your face. I shake my head again and again. Tell me dear reader- Could I have done something ? Anything? For anoher breath-'filled moment with her. Goodbye Gaye.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
Gaye Leong 17_05_2026
He went buy a pair of ***** with no return or exchange policy. " Man trust ne been using these big boys since my school days, when the moment comes for you to step up and your natural boys shrink and hide in that bag, these artificial real feeling big boys will take over. You will be a bull again, no one, nothing will stand in your way" He went into the change rooms and tried them on. They fit well he thought to himself. I should have gotten this earlier in my life who knows how far I would be. He walked out the change room. Paid. Told the female cashier - I will wear them now. To be continued
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:48 AM UTC
At the fun fare
How grave is my end game. I Pray it's with grace.
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May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
Peaceful epilogue.
How can I be me when I don't know what that is.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC
You mean me?
Me and my amigo, the ego fell face first after changing a globe. Our mind shifted to the armpits. The odour moved to the brain. Now we"re stupefied.
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
A terrible fall from logic.
I know it but I ignore it. Looking the other way feels comforting - deadly. A ride with the truth overbearing. Hanging in abayance - my sentence. The verdict signed with darkest of inks. My fate weightless as a crow's feather.
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
I am lazy.