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playing with fire
was like
sharpening the knife
only just
to cut your own
throat

©IGMS
nothing remains
only just the ashes of
your regrets
I got a taste for something that can only be found between your legs....
I mean something more mental that physical
Mind blowing
I can easily slide between you like a snake slithers in the grass
Yet you hold your legs closed so tightly
The only thing capable of entering it is my mind
So i thought maybe i can penetrate your thoughts to leave you breathless
Entering you into a world where you no longer have control over your legs
Cause then again my only mission is to leave you breathless
Nice strokes, my tongue sliding down every curve
I try my hardest to keep you trapped in this world i created for you mentally
My words coming from my mouth so smooth
Smooth like every curve of ya body when i run my hands gently down ya hips
Iam trying to leave you breathless
Have you falling asleep
I wont see you til breakfast
You gave in

NaNi
When the mind is too conflicted,
A war between pen and paper shall suffice
How do you know you are
ready to love?


You dont.

It hits you like a wave you never saw coming,
But the drowning doesnt hurt.
You breathe.
Apologies to my heart.
The bleak promises I gave it.
I promised you you'll be loved in return.
That you'll like and cherish this love.
I promised you happiness;
That you'll get mended.
And that, in your fall, you'll be caught.

I'm sorry I lied.
My promise was faulty.
These Black Kids,
Loitering these streets.
Shattering my white kid's dreams.

These Black Kids,
Shouting empty speeches,
Their words falling into dark, grimy ditches.
Ha!

These Black Kids,
Sweating it out,
In chants and animal-like dance;
Let's give them a chance,
To wear themselves out.

And when the time comes,
We'll silence them; this fight.

Litter varsity entrances with empty bullet cases and teargase cans.
Pack them up in mobile shacks.
Let's stack them up in numbered packs.....
Found this piece that I wrote last year with relation to #FeesMustFall.
Aaaaand it's unfinished work.
I placed the roses you gave me
in a vase on my bedside
unaware of the pistol
you placed in my mouth
until I pricked my tongue
on a thorn.
My country, the African soil.
Where all the animals,
Gets to toss and toil.

The warmth, the ground.
The different animals
To be found.

The plants and trees
Giving life to all.
From the smallest of zebra's
To the giraffe standing tall.

The African joy
At the setting of the sun.
All the baby animals
Playing, having fun.

I hope you'll one day
Get to see.
All the beauty
South Africa seems to be.

-ZvZ-
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