the moment a poet
falls in love with you
is the moment
you live
f o r e v e r
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Her Story
She was just a Village girl,
Forever counting the countless stars
in the hopes that her golden dream would shine
just as brght
But all my reality showed her
was a
Dull
Damp
And Diminishing hope
for any change,
See, She was just a Village girl,
Dreaming loud and proud of her
Golden Husband
But all reality showed her
was
Sipho next door
sipping on some smooth
Milk
so, She ran.
Passing surprised, suppressed
faces
until She reached the city of GOLD.
And for a change reality showed her something
GOLDEN.
She assumed too soon,
see, her Golden tiled floors
were dark tarred roads
Her Golden roof
was a CBD Bridge
Her Golden painted walls
were graffiti painted pillars
Her golden husband
Who was more dust than gold,
Picked her from the gravel,
Told her that she radiated beauty
that her chocolate skin put him in a constant chocolate high,
But soon that was all gone,
See, she was changing
Her skin went from purple to black even blue too
Her body di'composed
Each muscle swelling, aching, bruising
Her
golden husband
who was more dust than gold
turned into a brutal
being. Beating...Beating...her.
So she ran.
passing surprised suppressed faces until she returned home.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
I don't believe in love at first sight,
I believe in lust a first sight.
You cant see my soul in a passing glance.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
Triggered.
And just like that the roar of a thousand waves crashing on a cliff side could not compete with that noises in
my head.
Suffocated by a lump sitting so comfortably in
my throat.
Arrogantly making each breathe I take feel like
my last.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
My simplicity was not enough for you
You wanted me to write metaphysical poems
But couldn't you physically see that my simple being
was a metaphor on its own.
This artistry in its simplest form
its purest form
standing before you.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
Powerless yet so powerful. My potential is left untapped. Greatness unwrapped.
Placing a mask to fit in. " but how long will it last"
But the best part of all if this is your ignorance to all of this.
Your lack of care has made you inner being question its importance. I shouldn't care.
Yet I care
So much that every word you utter is tattooed onto my memory and re-ingraved every time I think of you.
You. Sir ma'am boy sister. Recognize your power
Stay woke when when you vibrate. Recognize your energy because that stuff is contagious.
Don't cloud my aura with your pleague of self hate.
Love yourself.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Where has your soul gone to?
Why do your writs smell of blood?
Why are you numb to feeling?
Soulless
Bleeding
Numb
Society.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC