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  Feb 2021 Maitsholo
Amanda Hawk
I remember the water
How it felt
Upon my skin
And I am thirsty
To drink in each drop
These parched lips
Miss the rivers
Where I could swim
Freedom, ebbing and flowing
At one time, I was a part of the sea
And I covered everything
But these days, my skin cracking
Heart slowly thudding
To stop, my fingertips dust
And I am a whisper
Of the girl I once was
Maitsholo Feb 2021
i said it's fine
with eyes pouring out tears
and a heart full of pain
they saw everything was not okay but still i said everything it's fine

they didn't understand why i lied
i did not lie
i said what i had to say
no words were better explanation than "it's fine"

coz it was all written her
whenever i try to keep up with happiness,she always follow me with pain.

don't i deserve happiness?

when did happiness become a crime?

everytime i feel guilty for being happy
coz she make sure
i get caught and cuffed with hurt
and be jailed with depression

i never thought it would be such torture for being happiness
  Feb 2021 Maitsholo
Qualyxian Quest
above all, she was fun
more fun than philosophy

i was naive and young
the end I couldn't see

i like traveling trains
and slow go ferry boats

i remember her in dresses
i remember winter coats

even memories fade
silences beyond blue notes
  Feb 2021 Maitsholo
Eshwara Prasad
Did you know the reason why the candy I gave you tasted little bit salty?

It contained a few drops of my tears.
Maitsholo Feb 2021
I talked
and told them about what bothered me
They did not listen

I shouted
to let the anger out
because I was angry that
They did not listen

I cried
to show them the hurt
They did not care
None of them understood my language because
They never listened

I realised that they never listen
I decided to be silent
My silence bothers them
so now they want to listen
and now ain't the right time to talk

I no longer need them
  Feb 2021 Maitsholo
Kafka Joint
It is sad,
And sometimes it is mad,
When the colour of hope is red.
  Feb 2021 Maitsholo
Eshwara Prasad
Your sudden burst of affection for me, resembles a volcanic erruption, won't last long.
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