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323 · Nov 2015
Priceless Portrait.
Kiara Ngubane Nov 2015
It fascinates me,
each time I dissect my thoughts,
to discover, as if I didn't know, 
how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings,
to the infatuation of observing, 
Each day,
how that which is living, 
("fantasize's" about your auction)
craves your presence,
my piece of art.
311 · Oct 2015
Soul mates.
Kiara Ngubane Oct 2015
Like a corpse, 
it took her a decade to bloom,
but he only stayed 48, 
and then he said they could never be together. 
He left her empty,
maimed,
her heart worn out, 
like an old, unwanted punching bag,
emotionally hamstrung. 
Missing limbs,
she felt empty, 
forever soul searching. 
He said he had to go,
the deuce threat! 
"ruler of Olympus had ordered it",
rendered him powerless, 
left him "half" the man he was. 
But...
When did Zeus become a harlot?
A theory exists regarding Zeus, and the idea of soul mates. It is said to be believed that humans were born with four arms, four legs, and two faces. Then came a day when Zeus began to feel threatened by the humans, and so he retaliated. As a defence mechanism, Zeus then separated all humans, in order to weaken them. It is thus believed that, that is the reason why we spend our lives looking for our "other half", our soul mate, in order to feel complete, whole, once more.
270 · Nov 2015
00:14
Kiara Ngubane Nov 2015
Blahs wasted. 
Visions of the moon,
clouded by "aqua ruptures".
The beautiful Glistening of the stars, 
dimmed,
drowned out, 
by the wails. 
Honja...

Alone.
204 · Nov 2015
Broken promises.
Kiara Ngubane Nov 2015
Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish. 
Drowning, in the puddle that is air.
You have too little.
They would rather not share it with you. 
Home,
the flood that is self? 
You don't, 
infect my nirvana with disappointment.
You are disappointment. 
You are, 
The Infection. 
Human. 
Parasite.

...I start to wonder,
Is there even still a difference?
Did it ever exist.
195 · Oct 2015
coping.
Kiara Ngubane Oct 2015
They ask "how are you?",
with pretentious smiles,
like they care.
Like they even care.
"Breathing.
I'm, breathing."
"Oh."

"Yes."
"Yes. That is what I thought."

— The End —