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 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
be aware
vampires are draining
blood sweat tears
Look deep down inside yourself. What do you see? Do you see yourself, or someone else? Do you see the space left by someone else? Do you see hurt? Do you feel hurt? Have you ever trusted totally and completely? Have you ever said forever and meant it? Have you ever loved a love that was going to last forever?
         Forever is forever until it ends. And it always will- it always does.
         Have you ever felt pain and hurt? Hurt so deep, pain so devastatingly ending? A pain so deep that you want to die? A pain that will last forever? Forever? Forever….
         Forever is forever until it ends. And it always will- someday it will.
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
they were born like -- this
a hand on a walker
they are hard to miss
but hey, at least they try;
while we -- with both eyes
and we -- capable,
and shall we be the blinded?
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
Chaos hearts,
Chaos hearts,
Don't come to me,
I am not your sanctuary,
Nor will I ever be.

Chaos hearts,
Stop asking for me,
Do not commit a burglary,
A lover never will I ever be.
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
people in their wholeness
can only be understood.

not explained.
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
Yazad Tafti
sometimes you just make the world stop spinning
and my heart stop beating
and my eyes stop searching

i'd search for you all day and night just to see those

staring at the night sky,
stars are visible, twinkling so bright
and suddenly, an epiphany hits your mind
the universe is infinite
it makes us small but,
we have the brightest light.
inspired by the song Aurora Borealis by Bohnes
 Mar 2021 Sthembiso
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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