To Live in Alkebulan. To Die in Afuraka.

Feb 2017

Carolin

I wanted suicide. My eyes
could tell about my living
hell. But letting go of all the
ugly and hurt was the key of
ending it all. Holding onto
beautiful things was the
only way to survive.

Holding onto love had me
living my life. Happy and
free it made me. My heart
felt what it was craving for
all along. It wanted to be
caressed and adored.
My heart never asked
for more ~

Feb 2017

thobile

True Poets

It's determined not
By your flow of words
Nor the rhymes
That makes a rhythm
Those are countless

It's by the courage
You simply give
To the new ones
For that shows
The love of poetry

Best Poets Are Among Us

It's painful when I don't get encouraged. Be the great poet and never pass other poet's poems. Like Or comment, It Counts

Feb 2017

thobile

It's Hard

Capacity of tears
Our bad foundation
Contribution to
Our daily sadness
That led to
Abundance of bruises

Sleepless nights
Are now considered
As normal nights
A wink addressed
As lucky day
For the thoughts
Are too many to
Give me rest

Yet, It's all done
And can't be reversed
I agreed at first
For I knew not
About the future
And the pain in all

Love is our root
That we planted
Joyfully with smiles
That we happily grew
Not knowing it
Was our red rose
Until it grew thorns
Which hurt our souls

Maybe the distance
Distanced everything
As I now know less
And less is spoken
Like silence ever
Breath a word

It's hard to live
With the guilt
It's hard to live
With ignorance

Notes (optional)

Jan 2017

MJ Scholtz

Untitled

follow tar veins
flowing through chiseled earth
to my obfuscated world where i'll wait

and if by dawn you arrive
in your whirlwind of grace
i'll show this place

we can dance
amid notes
amid words
amid silence

if you're willing to find me
before the morn breaks

Jan 2017

C h a n t e l l e

Scars.

Here I lie,
in the pool of my own blood,
as they tentatively watch me,
disallowing their hearts to beat an inch for me.

I sit and watch and wait,
for the day when my scars become theirs,
for my cries to be the only sounds they hear,
as they pierce their ears leaving trails of blood down their necks,
so in the end,
we will all become what our scars make us.

Jan 2017

C h a n t e l l e

Untitled

Love!
Love!
I know you can hear me
I know you can see me
Hell I even know you can feel me.

So your mission is accomplished right?
You've led me to lose my sanity,
He told me he loved me,
You led me into believing it,
You told me to follow my heart,
Well it led me to the monster that haunts me every night.

The image of his face terrifies me
His voice lifts the hairs on my body
His odour suffocates me
In his presence I don't breathe
In fear of suffocating to death.

He didn't just break my heart
He killed it,
It's dead now!
He chose not to **** me
So he broke my heart instead, so I live with the excruciating pain every passing day.
He cursed me with an eternity of torture.

uurrggghhhh i can't finish this, but I haven't posted in a while so please like and comment :) i'm still very new at this.

Jan 2017

tm

melanin molasses, the sweetest love story

melanin molasses, the sweetest courtship attracts the ones who have never glittered
white bullets love to kiss black skin
black on black crucificton, a gospel orchestrated by the higher powers
****** puddles lay with the concrete during the darkest hours
night bullets play white doves during the matrimony of the bottom barrels life and its fast stint.
honeymoon candles lit by the masters matches, africans seek this artificial light in times where heavens white lights could greet them with a smile and roses that are wilted.

- t.m

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