: I radiate through your gloomy days ‘n haze (
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: My smiles help you through your depressing mondays (
: Sunshine from your beautiful essence, perfume, and your natural presence (
: And as I write this poem, with you in mind, your words play upon. constantly. all night (
: D

I sit, in my little corner of nowhere
Wondering what could have been.
Waiting for you,
To show your face again.

A truly great ~promotional item~war hero.
He grew our ~businesses~ country.
A true ~capitalist~ philanthropist in every sense of the world.
You’ve left a mark on our world.
You will be greatly missed.

The men of this world
Have broken,
Beaten,
Shattered,
Women in our time.
But from the ashes
And the shattered souls left behind,
A new man will arise
To treat women right
To show the old man the light.

This taxi is like no other.
Usually there’s the…
Incandescent chatter of two souls discussing their voyage among the cosmos,
With under lying tones of music being played too loud,
While the engine matches this tune as it gears,
1,
2,
3.
Silence.
Alone with my thoughts.

You're smarter than you think,
Smarter than you are,
And more beautiful than you can ever imagine.

‘fix yourself.’ he exclaimed
‘Implying that I’m broken?’ she thought
But because she was black
She went back
To her confined lack

Ghetto.

Where she began to fix herself.

Foundation
Eyeliner  
Eyeshadow
Mascara
Blush.

oh you’re so beautiful'

I'm okay.

I am a born free.
From the shackles of
apartheid
Yet, I complain,
About experiences I’ve never had.
Am I truly
Born free ?

I communicate in poems,
music,
series,
movies.

If I were to say,
"I am not okay,"
Everything would become too real,
Although maybe I'd be able to feel.

I lay on my bed,
Complete. Darkness.
Pondering on what has,
And what can be.

I lay on my bed.
Thankful.
That tomorrow will bring new fruit
And todays suit can be shed
For the delights that lay ahead.

I want to cry
But I'm afraid it won't help.

I just wanted to feel your lips pressed against mine,
But instead,
You drove a knife through my heart
And walked away with a smile.

Toady. I have changed.
I have decided, to stop questioning it all …
And just say, yes.

in the end i wish to be remembered...
maybe not by all but at least in my little corner of the internet.

(s)he’s so consumed by ******* society.

Photoshop.
Make up.
Filters.
You.

There she was,
Angelic,
In her dress,
Light bouncing off her caramel skin.
Inviting.
THE Perfect Moment.
ruined,
by my fear of the future.

Sometimes,
I wish,
I were the boy,
You talked to me about.

I tell people, "I'm okay."
As a coping mechanism.
As a way to push people away.

Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Coming
Good Things Are Here.

There's a version of us that's together,
And the love I feel now Is the overflow from theirs...

I find more comfort in strangers
than my family

This.
Right here.
is a snapshot of my soul
at different points within space and time

This, right here.
Is my being.
Splattered across…
Pixels,
Flashes,
Papers,
Me.

This right here.
This is me.

An unapologetic being.

Not afraid of,
Proclaiming to the world,
That,
Simply put.

This is me

a lock down,
forces one to open up
forces one to show love.
a lock,
downed by vulnerability
vulnerability put down when the lock gets lifted.

We're slowly growing apart,
and I'm just waiting for the day,
you don't reply.

Do you ever feel as if there are moments that force you to disconnect?
Moments like these.
Perched on a stoop.
Sun peeking through pregnant spring clouds.
Rain
Drops,
Bellowing for hope
Change
Growth
Newness.
Do you ever feel,
as if,
you’re,
too connected,
to the world?

I walk into my room
To find pieces of myself
Scattered on
Discarded
Scraps of paper.

People come to me,
Broken,
Filled with insecurities
And once I show you the Queen who's meant to be,
You throw me aside,
For another brother,
Who will never appreciate what I've seen,
But I continue,
Along my journey,
To My Queen,
Who will appreciate Me

You say you don’t want to “push me away.”
yet,
every.
single.
day.
You squeeze me out of that little spot in your heart,
And as I watch It fill up with the,
Joys of another.
I go back into my little           -corner-
                       -contemplating-
                       -secluded-
          *#(-alone-)#

Reconnecting,

Our hearts.
Through descriptions of our days.

I have everything
within me,
And nothing,
To fuel me.

i think the saddest part of it all,
is realising that i'm closer,
to my friends,
than my family.

You ever feel rejected?
Not by anyone,
But by yourself...