thato-tumelo-burhali - Hello Poetry

He is smooth as he spreads himself across the room with His smile and those eyes that are full of surprise if He touches you you're stuck but you can't get enough you are happy anyway and would like to have Him stay it's not that He is beautiful it all lies in His charm before you know your bearings He's hooked you to His arm it's more of an affliction than any healthy condition and to extricate yourself from Him is sure to be a mission so smooth, so soft, so sticky, so tricky It would be good to run. And best to do it quickly.

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Jul 23, 2014

Jul 23, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC

thato-tumelo-burhali

Peanut Butter Boy

He is smooth as he spreads himself across the room with His smile and those eyes that are full of surprise if He touches you you're stuck but you can't get enough you are happy anyway and would like to have Him stay it's not that He is beautiful it all lies in His charm before you know your bearings He's hooked you to His arm it's more of an affliction than any healthy condition and to extricate yourself from Him is sure to be a mission so smooth, so soft, so sticky, so tricky It would be good to run. And best to do it quickly.

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Perhaps it was cowardice that made me this brave. I’m addicted to it now; to courage in its liquid form. The dry drag of depression salts my tongue with sand. My hands tremble in fear when my teeth can’t clatter around the hard A in alcohol. So I drink my fill of courage. Perhaps it is cowardice that keeps me this brave.

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thato-tumelo-burhali

Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC

chillo6

Courage In Its Liquid Form

Perhaps it was cowardice that made me this brave. I’m addicted to it now; to courage in its liquid form. The dry drag of depression salts my tongue with sand. My hands tremble in fear when my teeth can’t clatter around the hard A in alcohol. So I drink my fill of courage. Perhaps it is cowardice that keeps me this brave.

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I didn’t know I had it in me That it was something I could do But then you happened upon me And now I can never be through Like a tap slowly turning, so grows this yearning To express all that I have held repressed YES! Finally I hear Me I See Me Hello

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC

thato-tumelo-burhali

I Didn’t Know

I didn’t know I had it in me That it was something I could do But then you happened upon me And now I can never be through Like a tap slowly turning, so grows this yearning To express all that I have held repressed YES! Finally I hear Me I See Me Hello

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i bet even after all this time that if my chest were to ache with emptiness enough like it used to i could go to your house and find the outline of our bodies on your dark blue bed sheets i have spent the last year both trying to run from you and find you at the same time but i left everything i knew about falling in love on that mattress and it's still settling there like dust and all i can do is write about you until it comes back to me, or by some kind of miracle, you decide to.

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thato-tumelo-burhali

Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC

circusclown

imprint

i bet even after all this time that if my chest were to ache with emptiness enough like it used to i could go to your house and find the outline of our bodies on your dark blue bed sheets i have spent the last year both trying to run from you and find you at the same time but i left everything i knew about falling in love on that mattress and it's still settling there like dust and all i can do is write about you until it comes back to me, or by some kind of miracle, you decide to.

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She asked as she sat staring at her screen Keenly aware that something inside was… Aching and possibly Breaking She wants more. But more of what? Less of this? What would that look like? Would it be pink and fluffy and smell of candyfloss Or would it be dark and dank and smell of mould She must know. Now. She’s growing old. In the way that kids do. Way. Too. Fast. But she cannot Will not Refuses to Accept that this Is it

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

thato-tumelo-burhali

Is this really it?

She asked as she sat staring at her screen Keenly aware that something inside was… Aching and possibly Breaking She wants more. But more of what? Less of this? What would that look like? Would it be pink and fluffy and smell of candyfloss Or would it be dark and dank and smell of mould She must know. Now. She’s growing old. In the way that kids do. Way. Too. Fast. But she cannot Will not Refuses to Accept that this Is it

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Out of my mind Anxious As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone Every fibre of my being wants not to be Here Now But I am. This is why I write This is where I write I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme Bored.

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC

thato-tumelo-burhali

Bored

Out of my mind Anxious As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone Every fibre of my being wants not to be Here Now But I am. This is why I write This is where I write I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme Bored.

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