Who am I
You ask ....?

Who am I to stand above the world
And reach for my dreams ...
.......

I am Kilay

I'm a poetic being
That talks to the stars ...

I am that lone individual
That hides behind my scars ..

I am the passionate seizure of beauty
I see myself on top of the world...

I shout silent screams
For I am too divine for words ...

I am the elusive captive in the universe...

Who am I ..?

Escaping from expected paths
I see my name in clear skies

Who am I to stand above the world
And not reach for my dreams ...

I am the sky ..
And nothing can stick to me ....

With my impenetrable unknowing
But ...
Who exactly am I?....

Who am I when my thoughts knock the moon
And my fingertips are the valleys and shores of the universe ...

Who am I
To be myself ...

Drifting....

Searching ...
Wondering ...

Am I not myself
When I hide behind my scars?

Who am I
You ask ....?

I really wish I knew
For I am not myself at all

♡ Thembekile Kilay Deh'Poet Tsaoane

Background noises

The air fills itself with silence
But somewhere in the midst
Of it ...
I can feel I am not alone ....
You're subtly lingering
In my mind ....
Like our memories
Embrace the depths
Of my bed sheets
Even in your presence ....
As if your heart beat
Painted itself upon my walls ...
So every time
my eye lids part in the morning....
I can't help but reminisce
About you ..
Like your mind replicated
Itself in mine ...
So every time I lay my head to sleep...
I can't quite embrace the night ...
Without thoughts of you ..
Despite, how many times
I've washed my bed sheets.

♡thembekile kilay deh'poet tsaoane

8 minutes to sunrise...

I open my eyes and see the white sheets
Scarred with the impressions we left upon them the night before. .

silently..
They seem abused
I can tell that it was a rough night

I woke up with bruises
Expecting you to wake up and walk out
Throwing my heart with excuses...

Outspoken ...

Silently. .

You woke up like a convict...
Who had secretly plotted to and killed someone
Within their dreams...

Secretly. ..

Silently..

I try to cage each minute..
For I have things I wish to say to you. ..
Words that seemed to have stayed hidden from you..

Baby there's 8 minutes to sunrise
Tell me what we're going to do...
Time is running out
And somehow I am no longer afraid of the darkness

With 6 minutes until the sun rises
I want to get lost in the midsts
of your soul
So that my heart can now what
It is like to wake up to a beautiful dream

4 minutes 'till sunrise
I can see the rays of the sun light
Dancing to the rhythm of our heartbeats
Tell me how we made through the night.

At sunset you told me you love
Night came,
And you showed me you love me
But with 2 minutes before the sun sets
I only need you to hold me ..

-Thembekile ".Kilay Deh'Poet." Tsaoane

Back pocket journal.

Back pocket journal
Where do I start...
My heart is suddenly so small
That it's almost invisible...

I fall in love so **** easy ..
I lose my self in the taste of mystery. .
You see..

So that's the reason that
I don't want to keep talking about love.

Because suddenly
When we start talking
Words become magnified
Forcing us to rush into several emotions
Never mind the *** and the relationship. ..

Dear back pocket journal
I always wear clothes
With pockets because
I'm so afraid of
Leaving things behind...

So I pack this strangers heart
In my right pocket
So my heart can know
What it feels like
To fall in love with the right man

And I know how it goes ...
Another guy I'll like
Another guy I'll leave

Dear back pocket journal
Don't worry about how much
I can forget to love him ..
Rather ask yourself
If it was even love in the first place

Ask me what , why?
Why do I change him and his
To hers  

Lying to myself about liking him...
Her...
...
as much as i do

his just another one
something new
Another man to do...
There's nothing special about him

but ****
back pocket journal
Hearts can only see and find love
When those hearts are combined  

The world wants my heart  to lie
an d say that he seems like a good guy
go for it ....
There's absolutely nothing to lose

Dear back pocket journal
Upon this journey of love
I return without a heart..
But my lungs still breathe for him
My mind he lives upon ..

Back pocket journal ..
I..
I've tried so hard ...
But these feelings remain the same

-thembekile kilay Deh'Poet tsaoane