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Moksha Aug 2015
i'm standing by the bar
like a light, you're beaming
i find my phone to check
as though concealing
the excitement i feel
and the thrill of the chase
running through my mind
chasing through the maze
of a meeting perchance,
thoughts, feelings and other plays
we're talking, you smile
are you deceiving
the true woman inside,
the romantic seeking
and yet I push the thoughts,
aside, sealing
the thoughts that I am Cinderella
at midnight, you're my prince, kneeling.
Moksha Mar 2015
You are vile, cruel to women and callous,
This is not my country...this is not my home.


Your men fight battles over themselves
Cowards who wag tails for authority
and are not ashamed to beat up the weak
This is not my country...this is not my home

You who have silenced so many
On the topic of ****, ****** harassment and other crimes

You who have given me no choice as a woman
but to cleave my way through your vile judgments

Your insolence is all I can see, and I don't wish to return

I don't wish to be loyal to one who cannot hold any respect


For me or my fellow women


this is not my country.


this is not my home.
Moksha Mar 2015
You must see those fires that burn so close
And yet they seem to echo their glow to the skies
I know you're afraid of how much you've lost already,
and I blame it on a pair of evil eyes.

Beautiful Cape Town, I mourn for you today

You were my haven to come back to
and a place I once called home.

I know I don't live there anymore,

but if I could, I would help everyone too.

Those fires still burn now, and it's hunger not satiated



Hear my prayer God of fire, pity their lives
Please don't destroy the town,
I once called home.
Moksha Feb 2015
stuffed up
ruffed up
muffed up
rough enough
this cold, it never goes.
Moksha Feb 2015
I'll wait until I see you again
I'll call you name, as it echoes
In the depths of my soul
You were my perfect everything
Not completely perfect,
But close enough, nonetheless.
#bitter #sad #missingsomeone #hurt #pain #love #torment
Moksha Feb 2015
Horror binds my body in place
I'm struck by the height of your ignorance
Facing the hateful comments from a race
That uses religion as it's weapon.

Help me cleanse myself of this
Of evil thoughts of destroying them too
For I will not take their place.
I wont become you.

I wont spend sleepless nights
venting my frustrations on the innocent
Poisoning my ideals and my future
With fools who have no aspiration

i wont bow down to your demands
And i wont speak to you either
For your brain doesn't have the capacity
to understand this: society is evil.

Keep my body as an example
Of a girl who dared to try,
Who stood up for true morals,
And fought for what was right.
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