Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jun 2014 Manqoba
a h
Untitled
 Jun 2014 Manqoba
a h
i'm not trapped in this body
of mine
what i'm trapped in
is society's idea
of the way
my body should be
 May 2014 Manqoba
Sydney
They say, that when you fall in love, you know
that you feel it in your gut
I've heard it's a little like earthquake breaking your spine or a flood invading your lungs
I've heard that it is the most beautiful form of pain that you'll ever experience
And in the summer when the clouds cover the sun for just a brief moment I feel a little bit cooler, and I remember how to breathe
And something in my gut tells me that love shouldn't hurt
Love should feel like shade or a cool breeze or the tide washing over your feet
They say that love is a little like death because you never recover
But I'm pretty sure I've been over you about fifteen times since we first said hello and I've never once felt my bones break at the sound of your name
And I may be young, I may be naive, but I swear I've never been more sure of anything in my life
But darling I am full-on, head over heels,  in L O V E, love with you
And I must say, it feels pretty **** good
 May 2014 Manqoba
Sydney
Untitled
 May 2014 Manqoba
Sydney
I left my soul in a hospital room. I left her swaying to the rhythm of a failing heart, of a flat line, of sloppy “I’m sorry”s, and final goodbyes. I left her. I left my soul in a hurricane. I left her singing with the rhythm of the wind. I left her drowning, swimming, sinking, grasping, clinging. I left her empty with shattered windows, boarded up, and breaking down. I left her. I left my soul somewhere between "I meant it" and "I'm sorry." I was just wondering if you could return her soon.
 May 2014 Manqoba
IncadesentCat
I write
because I cannot speak.
I cannot say these things in front of you,
I cannot peel apart my ribs and expose my heart.
To do so would **** me.
but on paper, I only bleed.
 May 2014 Manqoba
IncadesentCat
As this chapter ends and a new one begins,
I will once again disappear.
From your lives...
And from your memories.

Never again will our paths meet,
Never again will you hear my name,
Never again will we share in these words;

I am grateful for the time we shared.
So long friend.
 May 2014 Manqoba
IncadesentCat
You make me smile.
Not at your silky hair,
Or your cherry lips,
Or your contagious laugh,
Or the way you speak.

You make me smile,
at nothing.
And that's the best kind of smile.
Next page