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Hlengiwe Sep 2019
Inspiration is the fire we need
To keep our inner candles burning
And our passion flowing
It is the one that motives us to act
Without shame being allowed to hover over us
With it all judgments turn into ashes
Live to inspire and aspire others
Hlengiwe Sep 2019
Seeking fame
In the wrong lane
Results in shame
Making you insane
Hlengiwe Sep 2019
Lies oozes out of you
Can't even hide it with make up
Even the lie detector goes wild
Might want to go for a check up
Because my doctor gave me anti lie pills
To shield me from your "I can explain" explosive
Looks like I'm the one with the corrosive motive
To drill the truth out until you feel ill
Don't worry about the medical bills Mr Gates
Because you failed to attend them just like those dinner dates
That showed me your fifty shades
Rhyme gone wrong
Hlengiwe Sep 2019
A mesmerizing red rose
So fragile with no guardians
Refuses to die, to give in
For it acknowledges the priceless history it possesses
Its petals ever so bright
Its redness blinds you
Ready to show the word the historians who shed their blood for it
For us all to rejoice and appreciate the little we have.
It's thorny stem growing strong showing the world all that it endured
Manifesting its strength.
For the rose is the heart of this land
Through it we shall all know what true beauty is
Preserving our history is our way of showing our love to the future generation.
Hlengiwe Sep 2019
Sing to me my dear child.
Emit that lovely frequency that pleasures me.
Oh how I miss that tune
That comes so unexpectedly, so unpredictably
The one that makes the chirping birds jealous.
Oh yes my child
Let out that godly sound
The one that sparkle with your innocence
The one that reflects the truth, your truth
Share with me your tears
That brings heat to your face as your body dances uncontrollably to your music
Let me hear your story
As we eliminate the world from our cave of joyce
Yes my child
Take me on that journey of yours
and let's not turn into pillars of salt
by dwelling on our unpleasant history
Let's rewrite the rules
With the instrument of your tune
  Sep 2019 Hlengiwe
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Hlengiwe Sep 2019
Hallow and empty is my heart
A blank space that refuses to be filled grows
Craving the unknown to quieten the voices in my head
Words meant to heal me
Like the medication hidden under my bed
Laziness opened doors to apathy
My worst nightmare invading my reality
No words to reason what's going on in my head
Having everything appreciating nothing
Blackness covering my eyes
Unable to see the blessings in front of me
Gratitude is what's needed but no one is seeking it.
Don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has it's own problems to worry about so they say
Yet worrying about the past is what we specialise in
Gratitude is key...
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