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936 · Jan 2016
The danger of love
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
I was on my way home from work
Before I could open the door
I heard someone screaming
I went in and saw a man lying down on the floor
Blood all over his torso
A broken vase near his head also

Pretty had Angela on her left arm
And a knife on her right hand
“He is dead” she screamed
“Who is he?’ I asked
“He is dead… he is dead”

I had to think fast
And make a plan to save my family
Angela was only two years old
So I have to sacrifice for my family
And take the bullet

I speedily called Frank
A friend of mine
From Rwanda,
But now his family moved to Swaziland
So I called him
Before I could call the cops
To come over and take Pretty and Angela
To her uncle’s house
I asked Pretty to take a quick bath
While we waiting for frank
Frank came in a blink

And I was left alone terrified
With a strange man’s corpse
I took a deep sigh and called the cops

After spending three weeks in trial
I was prosecuted life
For homicide
In Cape Town’s maximum security prison
As I went to the cell
Walking on the red carpet of blood
Leading my soul to perdition
Inmates yelling at me like
Vultures in the sky seeing a prey
I was fearless
Because my heart was numb
My life became hell in prison

There were screams
Wailing and moaning
Every night in those cold cells
And I had no choice but to adapt
In prison life

Pretty never came to visit
But she wrote me letters
And sent me Angela’s pictures
That made me pray every day for parole
So I could see my little angel growing
But time went by with no luck
Four years came and pass by
And now it’s been three months
I haven’t receive any letters
From Pretty

I wrote a letter to Frank
Asking about my family
And he didn’t reply
Not knowing whether he received the letter
Or he is just ignoring me
And that made me fret alone
Maybe I was a fool to take a bullet
Maybe this was a setup
Between Pretty and Frank
Why did he came so fast when I called him?
Or maybe frank knew about this man
What about my angel ?…Angela

And I soon suffered nervous system problems
My mind was distracted
And I had to see a neurologist
And psychologists
To help my problem
I had to attend support groups in prison
And that’s where
I heard worst cases than mine
And I began to understand the world
And it's human beings

After fourteen years in prison
My prayers were answered
I was given a parole
And I was sent home
It was a life time relief
I couldn’t wait long to see my family
After so many years apart from one another

I went home
A town looks different
So many changes out here
We got the address but the house was sold
We found a man and his wife and they seem to be old
I asked about Pretty or Angela
But no one knows them
“Who did you buy this house from” I asked
“Frank… from a guy called Frank
He had to go back home” they said
I felt down, but I had to do something to find frank
Because I need answers …I need my family

So I went to one of my friend who was a truck driver
For more than twenty years
He usually drove to all South African bordering countries

After two long weeks, we drove to Swaziland
And we find Frank home
With his parents, siblings
And a pregnant teenage girl
With a familiar resemblance
It felt like a déjà vu
Asked frank in private
He came out and handed me a letter
To read

Dear Innocent
I know how much you love me
And how much you love Angela
I’m sorry you had to go through hell
For my sin
My life is hell too... of guilty conscience
Secrets that I kept from you
And I couldn’t dare
To face you in jail, knowing that
I’m the one who should be there
I’m sorry I lied
I could have stopped you from taking the bullet
But I was terrified

A man that I killed was my onetime boyfriend
He was Angela’s father

Suddenly the blue sky became dark
My eyes became bleary
I couldn’t read any further
I felt cold and exhausted
My veins became weak and weary
My senses went numb
My joints became loose
I couldn’t help myself I cried
My soul was petrified
Memories of life in jail
Came back to my mind

And Frank said “Pretty committed suicide
Seven years back”
“Where is Angela” I asked

He glanced to my rear view
I turned around and I saw a pregnant young girl
With her mother’s resemblance
Tears fell down her face and I gave her
A hug…and asked
“Where is the father?”

She also glanced at my rear view
I slowly turned around again
Frank looked down in shame
I couldn’t get any angry
I was weak for anger
And I left for a walk
To cool my mind
And Angela followed me

I promised that I will love her
And take care of her
No matter what the circumstance
And now its time to keep that promise
She is still my little angel
And always gonna be my innocent pretty angel
906 · Dec 2015
I like it black and strong
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Amenities of the African lands
Indigenous black beautiful roses
Of the African soil

Dark and strong
In a black alluring archaic vogue
an amara in black woman

Sisters of samandzie
Balleting in a black dulcet rhythm
Of the African ancient song
With an
Idrissa desta
The power of Thee
Black Spiritus mundi

Brown eyes, Thick bones
Curly ***** afros
Dark is deep and strong
An authentic unique beauty of nature
Glows and Flourishing
From deep within

I like it black and strong
Nefertari is an ancient Egyptian word meaning "Most beautiful"

Idrissa is the name from Senegal meaning "Immortal"

Desta is from the Amharic language of Ethiopia and it means “joy or

Amara is from Nigeria and it means “elegance or grace”.

Samandzie means "Spiritual world"

'Spiritus Mundi' was a term used by (W.B. Yeats) on his poem "The second coming"to describe the collective of the World/universe spirit

Please don't take this poem offensive if you are not an African or not with Brown skin, I'm not being racist or critical to other ethnic groups... I wrote this piece for my sisters who sometimes find themselves feeling uncomfortable with their physical appearance/ natural looks, the appearance doesn't really matters, what matters is what is inside you
808 · Jul 2016
The basement
Molantwa Mmele Jul 2016
Dulcet melodies came up
From the basement, day and night
The rhythm that fractured silence apart
And rained in my life prettily like rose petals
In the falling of the spring
Her tinny fingers danced gentle on these piano keys
Serenading my soul, laid at peace with thee
She called this place the heart of her serenity
With love she kept it warm and dignified
Sometime ago she went out for draughts. And driven away by illusional views
Perhaps down on the sea promenade, something attractive
Held her hypnotized and possessed
Ever since she left, only silence sings from the basement
She left indelible marks and love notes around the walls, and
No soloist ever bothers to go down there
And stay longer, perhaps, because of her luggage all over the room
And I’m afraid of disposal, if she may come back home
Or emptiness could be too much to handle either
My heart has become, but just an isolated confined basement
Full of gloomy memories, ever since you’ve been gone
It is quiet with sadness down here without you, and
No soloist ever bothers to come and stay longer
Inspired by Na Ngulube on the Tenant
778 · Apr 2016
Molantwa Mmele Apr 2016
Her beauty glows perfectly
Like a dawn through the dark

Even though
She was a biltong
Shrunken like lilies of the desert
In a broken summer time

Lean with bold head
Her eyes gleaming tears
Still beautiful like aqua in the sunshine

Her smile full of sorrow
I evoked the resemblance
We once hold hands back in the village
And my heart still melts
And smiles when nearer to thy soul
Thou amazing woman

Diffidently she came close
Her lips dry and emaciated
Her hands cold
Felt gaunt like chicken feet
Her young face wrinkled
And whispered in my ears

Her quivering voice
A dulcet harmony of the dawn chorus
Serenading the nature of my being

Soon I could die
Please let your heart
Not to fall in love with me
Look what cancer has done to me
I have Leukemia
The smell of death is all over my breath
It feels like my body is rejecting my soul
I’m dying

Exhaustion of Sleepless nights
And the sun rises with slurs
The world stares at me with insults
And diagnose my disease with their eyes
Apparently I’m *** positive

Is this what you also see in me?
A disgrace
A ** who got what she deserved
Yet she used to be divine and reserved

You know
It is so sore, so sore and sore
To see your own infant, your own flesh
Frightened in your arms
And crying for someone else
It breaks me apart

If you could feel the pain I'm in
you would understand what I mean
I’m scared of living
And I’m scared of dying too

What do you really love in me?
The resemblance
Of your teenage infatuation


And I said
There is a cure
A cure for your disease
Cancer can be healed
I can never let you die

You are the lamp of my soul
When I’m drowning deep in the dark of misery
I was born incomplete
And you were the missing part of my life
Without you I’m just a song with no rhythm
A piece of poem with no theme
Let me love you more
Because I do love you more

And after sometime in fairyland
After her chemotherapy treatment
We were engaged
774 · Jun 2016
Molantwa Mmele Jun 2016
As we grew up
Together in the village
As young friends
In those dusty hills

Along the road
Gravity dragged us down
Gentle like autumn leaves
Either to fall in love
Or apart

And Life vicissitudes
And I tried to play my part
From the core of my heart
Not to fall apart

I was a fish falling in love with a bird
Living a dream of a hopeless heart
Impossible to fulfill

And hide and seek
The game we used to play
Down by the river side
And I realized
You’ve been always hiding behind lies
And I wonder why
Molantwa Mmele Jul 2016
Far in the Prairie, nearer the shadows of hopelessness
There stood a young indigent shepherd
Under the hawthorn tree striving to rich up
Through the thorns, where laid woodpigeon nest
With marks through his body and bleeding fingers
Hunger let no man ever to resign, commonly fathering blokes
From the thatched sheds in the village down the dry hills,
The hunter, left children with moaning paunches
Infant feeding from milkless, shrunken *******, he
Fears mostly to hurl rocks up the tree
Eggs might fall and brake on the ground
Time flows wild with rivers not come again
For he might take longer, and squabs might hatch
And fledge to fly away, and his kids might die of hunger as winter arises
Molantwa Mmele Jun 2016
Afear not the prison of the felons
But the prison of the spirit and soul
The heaviness of emptiness
In men’s lives
Suffocates the illumination of elation

Even around human beings
It is rare to find a circle of humanity
Only the centre of silence too loud
We never care

Silence built sturdily amongst mankind
To restrain and strangle the mind in solitude
And fading its peace away

Thus void be called my hearth
Till I embrace the shadows of death
Alone and alone the angels of hollow
Shall cuddle my soul cold
And drag me to the grave

Sing no song of sympathy
Nor thy cold condolences
When I’m gone
For thou shall forget of liberty
And venerate divinities of lonesomeness

When silence sighs alive amongst your souls
Let it not breed
And defeat humanity
Relent not to that kind of wicked war
Let it ebb afar from thy generation
And construct love and care strongly
For my children

For unity is the reliable strength of society
Let it be a custom to keep it firm
Since it takes society to raise a child
Raise them warriors
And patriots of humanity
And thou shall breathe happiness eternally
And love be spread to my people
657 · Dec 2015
Reed mi eras
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
I Can right de way I want
Bcoz I tok de way I WANT
TeLL me I’m rong
I ekspress my fillings through poetry
I can rite about everything
Without feaR
Poetry daznt allow me to supress!
I no this is not kompellinG
With eras in my spelling
Don’t ASK mi y
Jast REED my eras
I’M taryard of yu piple
Traying to tell me wat to du
End wat’ not 2 du
Kontroling mi lyf
While yours is folling apart
Eye don’t really liv mi lyf
To pruve piple’s perseptions
.Write or rong
Abawt my lyf
Mind yo own business
End liv mi lyf alone
Kip quet and read Mi eras
Is rong
Im eva rong to you
NoTHing beautifull;
Yu eva tell about me_
So suit yourself/
(End reeD mi erAs
people won't appreciate you for who you are
they will always talk when you do good and talk when you do bad
its simply how life is
610 · Jul 2016
Fear of failure
Molantwa Mmele Jul 2016
Fear of failure had me slogging
Constructing these walls of limits around me
And I’ve been confined in this prison for decades now
Consumed by my own self-made leviathan
Seeking for perfection, which smells not in this world
Procrastination, had me shackled on the same level
Letting time passing by, wasted
Assuming what the world may assume if may I fall
I may sleep in disgrace with fear,
Walking on the prickly path, away from your gashing eyes
I may drown in your scornful laughter, a stagnant pond
Of discourage for men
Whilst ageing not to be young no more
We grow naive with poor minds, weary souls
Thus age caries no wisdom nor oomph
To rectify errs of the past, though far ahead still glows
The lit of hope, the spirit to rise from the dust
To release my soul free and disrobe the coat of fear
To stand tall and soar above the horizon and reach the stars in the sky
Though I may never catch the time I let to flew away
559 · Apr 2016
Molantwa Mmele Apr 2016
Fell in love
Before the due season
Before the rise of the harvest moon
Watching the growth
Of the crops
The season long
In warm and cold nights

Breathing love pure
Like a Shepherd to his lambs
Scaring trespassers away
Down by the river banks

I’ve been the enemy of the sparrow
A friend of a numb heart

Like a scarecrow
I stood lonely with my arms open
To wrap them around your flesh
It’s been a long time coming
Donkey’s years went by
And I haven’t reap
From the grains

And the fields are dry and empty again
I’m still waiting
Like a fisherman
In the desert
Unrequited love
I’m just a scarecrow

and my arms are still open
554 · Feb 2016
Eternal loneliness
Molantwa Mmele Feb 2016
I lie awake at night
Soaking my pillow with tears
With the phobia of falling in love again
That has brought me eerily nightmares
Ever since you left
The winter night is long and cold
My heart suffers the pain of old
As this loneliness wrinkles my soul
I feel so suffocated in this darkness
My soul wanders alone
In the valley of my miseries
Under the dim light
Of the cold moon in these sleepless winter nights
I am dying of living with these
Horrific frightful fears
Of falling in love
With the lost soul of Mona Lisa
While you still exist
In the depths of my erratic queer imaginations
You have been gone for an eternity now
I stare at your depiction to soothe my heartache and soul
Hoping to eye your flesh some night again
When the evening dusk swallows the sun-rays
Shading the grey sky with the darkness
My mind sadly invokes our good memories
When we used to sing and dance together
Today I dance alone with your shadow
In the rhythm of a sad silent song
When we used to laugh together
Today I laugh alone with the echo
Of your voice dancing under the cold  caves
Of my mind while uttering silent words
Will this be a lifelong loneliness?
463 · Jun 2016
Molantwa Mmele Jun 2016
Every time I see you
I feel flames in my eyes burning
to blurry my sight
to see you not again
in my way of life

I never realised I hate you this much
you make me feel feeble

when I see you
I melt in fear
like a snowman in the sunshine
my anger boils
like Batrachotoxin
I wish you nothing but decease
you hurt my soul like an evil disease

I hate you

You and I
both supposed to bring light in life
like the sun and the moon
the darkness looms upon
whenever we face each other
flames of anger scald in my eyes
I want to **** you

but the poison in my heart
is killing my soul

Is hatred another way of committing suicide?
409 · Apr 2016
Hold on to my heart
Molantwa Mmele Apr 2016
For I shall never
Let you walk the path of the doomed
With a crying song
In the weeping of the empty soul
Lament of the missing scent
Of affection

Carrying no more or less hope
To the light
Mending fragments
Of the broken heart

The waves of the peril shall ebb away
We trust

Amid the dusk and the dawn
Beneath the shadowy
Light of the cold moon
Little star in the sky
Shall guide us to freedom

And in the rise of the sun
Thou shall grin
And kiss again
And reflect to one another’s heart
Like the ocean and the moon
In the midnight harmony
The beauty of love is pure
And natural
407 · Jul 2016
If daddy was a man
Molantwa Mmele Jul 2016
Held in somber
are my emotions
my heart a shell of anger
a territory of a deadliest demon
I’m possessed

Ghoul spirit hypnotizes my soul
to dance like shadows
and sing in silence like my deceased inner soul

The zombie in the mirror
cannot hear my cry nor feel my pain
there is a storm in my heart

Fear comes cold like a war
wearing my soul weary and worn
in these winter nights

When my mother died of cancer
Eden went desiccated and barren
my soul left famishing
life gave me a new title “Orphan”
and this is when I began to call slums my home
and fed from waste

I was in the womb when my father left
since my mother refused to abort me
and if daddy was a man
I could’ve been fathered
and cuddled like a son
hence I’m not an orphan
I wrote this piece through my observation on what happens daily in our societies...there are many children with mothers but no fathers around, these hypocrites chose to run away from their responsibilities, I wish you no Success in life buddy I don't wanna lie. One day you will cry in regrets when life punishes you for your sins.Let us save and protect CHILDREN from growing with sorrow. they are the future.
400 · Dec 2015
Like a gum
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Just like a gum
Once you were
Sweet, colorful
And strong
And after all you have done
After all the hard work
They will munch you out
Exhausting your glory
And spew
The shadow
Of what was once you
In a dull domicile
Worthy for nothing
But a trash bin
Molantwa Mmele Apr 2016
All sweet deceits
and false impressions
of the devil

Misguiding the innocent
laid content behind the falling wall
enticed by the glamour of the sinking ship
profaning the throne of the divine servant

Compelled to go and spell
the gospel of the Messiah
sacrificing eternity for
fleeting moments of the witty absurdity

Fame, future
usury and power
all shall fade and disappear
and all those who devoted themselves
and chose to lean against the falling wall
shall fall along

Those who exalted themselves will be humbled
and those who humbled themselves will be exalted
384 · Dec 2015
A mute man song
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
A sad emotive
Blue ballad from
The broken soul
Of a mute man poet

His heart pounds a silent beat
From deep within
As he begins
To ballet with his fingers
Vocalizing his pain
To the world of blind and deaf
In the monsoon rain
Of his tears

As he express
His feelings and fear
About his future
In this cold world
Of insentient hearts
Being blind, mute or deaf
Doesn’t mean dead

This is the pain
That was easy to swallow
But hard to digest
And now I suggest
To take this fiery feeling
Out of my chest

Because they alienate us
They dig black holes
For us to find homes
Because all we are to the society
We lost souls

To those
Who got eyes to see
And ears to listen
We are just disable clowns
Because we are half human

But to those who got
Minds to think
And hearts to feel
We all human beings
I have a mute uncle, He fret each and every day because of the way people treat him, they don't see him as a normal human being, more especially the way they exclude him in community issues, because his is disable...disability doesn't mean dead...he said with his gestures..
350 · Dec 2015
I was born an artist
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
My blood is black
I bleed ink
My heart is beating faster
My soul is swollen of words unspoken
My veins are leaking
My room is full of ink
On mirrors and windows
Punch lines and metaphors
Roaming around
Nightmares of ink floods
Painting alliterations and rhymes
All over my walls
Vivid pictures painted in words
The image remains clear in your mind
Felt deep in your heart
Asking my soul rhetorical questions
Ink flowing down my eyes
I cry
I spit figures of speech
In poetry silence is a cliché
Perfection doesn’t exist
Poetry is my Philosophy
My religion my spirituality
This piece is a plea
Which shall set my soul free
I write from the heart
I write and voice out
My thoughts and feelings
My blood vessels contains ink
I’m a poet
It is written in my face’s skeleton
With fourteen bones
I’m a sonnet
The DNA test says
My genes are of the
Offsprings of Don Mattera
Maya Angelo and William Blake
Soon I will physically perish in your eyes
But I will always be there
When the world needs me
You will find my life, my soul
My dreams lying in a page full of ink
Because poets don’t die
Authors don’t die
All writers don’t die
They live forever
And I was born one of them
I was born an artist
just a beautiful piece dedicated to myself and many wonderful writers around the world, Thanks to reader's digest for so much motivation i got from their amazing work, "Everyday's greatness" I think every one should read the book is amazing
341 · Jan 2016
44 4’s
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
False statements formalized
Righteousness forbidden
Truth forgotten and forsaken
With negative force
For the sake of forgiveness
In human form
Which we lack
We lose focus and fortitude
Unable to foresee
Human fall
In the following generation
Dreams lost in the fog
Innocents forlorn and forfeited
We left with
Phobia of being humen
In the dark forest
No one’s fault
Saint Bernardino of Siena
Died in fourteen forty four
******, usury and fornication
Took over the world
People gambling for power
Natives killing folks
Because they are foreigners
Humanity forgone
Our homes are foxholes
The world turned cold and formidable
With forbidding souls
These are no longer the lands
Of our patriotic forefathers
We failed to follow their tracks
To forfend their heritage
Forbye fomenting cultural barriers
Because of power and fortune
We remained
Phoney and folly
We lost forethoughtfulness
We are done, humanity foredone
And forgone
What for?
338 · Jan 2016
True Love
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
Attraction and impression
Vows and promises
Smiles, joy and happiness
Fun, roses, aroma and
Hugs, kisses and passionate love
Fantasy, dreams
Love letters and midnight calls
Family and friends
And five star hotels
Truth and Lies
Down falls
Broken promises
Fears, tears
And broken hearts
Pain and silence
Sleepless nights
Regrets, anger and sorrow
In despair
Desperation and obsession
Fretting, stress and suicide
Forgiveness and peace
Memories, smiles
Hugs and kisses
And true love again
335 · Jan 2016
Was it cowardice?
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
I was once bullied, beaten
Burned and buried
With sneering slurs

I was an introvert
I gave them love
My compassion
I gave them all I had
They took advantage of me
And still I kept giving
And they took everything
And left me with nothing else to give
But hatred

I was afraid to say no
I felt feeble to stand my grounds

They made fun of me
My ragged garbs
And I could only watch them
Having fun amusing each other
Ripping my soul apart
My heart full of scars
Moaning in sorrow

They made me hate school
I was afraid to raise my hand
Ask when I did not understand
Afraid to do presentations and orals
And I failed…Morons
I called them friends
My Classmates

They filled me with vicious resentment
Burning in my chest
My eyes bleeding Vengeance
My breath became a feral windstorm
Terminating my feelings
I saw nasty curs when I grimaced at them
I tortured and killed insects
Burning them alive because all I could see
Were their evil faces
And I was killing myself
All along

Along the road I forgave them
And started to hate myself
For being a victim of cowardice
I have no one to blame
But myself
They did not chain my hands
Or latched my mouth
I was a coward
I couldn’t man up and defend myself

Maybe I wasn’t scared of them
I was scared to become one of those undisciplined
Oaf minded juveniles

You shouldn’t disguise your actual self
To look better
To conform with friends
I am who I am
Not who they want me to be
I trashed myself more than they did
And I have learned my lesson
335 · Jan 2017
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2017
So I met a man, a composed soldier
In his tranquility, his voice firm and bold
Like the sound of thunder
An unshaken hill standing tall
Armed and armored in creed
And I longed to fit in his shoes
294 · Jan 2017
Changes (Grey memories)
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2017
Amongst these strange looking faces
some I used to know on first name basis
though memories outlive reality
still, nothing survives long beyond eternity
withal, they grey old like the lady in a rocking chair
and anything else to occur, is possible and fair
285 · Dec 2015
Love at first sight
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Time unkept
Deeds undone
Cold secrets
Words unspoken
Left her heart broken

Memories of yesterday vanished away
Feelings forlornly fray
Against sorrow
Tormented soul sobbing
In despair
Wailing in silence

Darkness engulfing affection
Dreams became misery
Shadows of anguish roaming around
Haunting her soul
Tears fell endlessly
From the core of a broken heart

Love felt like abyss
Ashes that were once flames
Of love
Fanned away
Vows were just on behalf
Of empty promises
And her life was ruined
By a married man

And she was pregnant
Finding herself
In don’t call me
I’ll call you situation

Left her drowning deep in depression
Her life became perdition

Time known
Of healing broken hearts
Time she will spend fretting deep in regrets
Raising the baby who will always invoke
His sweet deceptions, the pain he caused
Distressing memories

She got herself
In danger
When she fell in love
With a stranger

How much do you believe in first impression?
To my mother's daughter and many other millions of young girls around the world, never ever allow the to fall in love with your because of your beautiful appearance...take time to know them
Molantwa Mmele Jul 2016
Rarely in a while like zephyr winds
These memories invokes in my mind
Swaying lazily like the green foliage of the weeping willow
Always beautiful yet they hurt and still I smile through tears
Thy absence dries my soul, latterly life is barren
Streams ran dry to quench my thirst
Winter is every day ever since you left
I live only with cold memoirs in the emptiness of life, and even
In the depths of winter we merely need love to keep our homes warm
Fear slits my heart apart with surliness, yet
I still rely gullible, with hope in your sweets deceits
Awaiting, to embrace fondly all that is you; apparently
Merely all that was thine twirls before my sight
Never to let me free, or neither to eye further far from other greens
266 · Feb 2016
Stolen in silence
Molantwa Mmele Feb 2016
The language of gestures
Left me wandering in cold captures
With my soul stranded
Standing in the sea shore
Watching you riding woeful waves
Crossing the ocean of anguish
Swimming towards the cold moon
Perhaps a tomb will be your home soon
We both thought death shall do us part
But deceits fed you with  forbidden fruit
To spite your warm heart

Silent words were articulated loud and clear
In the atmosphere
Severely rending my heart apart like a rifle spear
Still I remained calm and sincere
Trying to conceal my pain and fear
In that silent disastrous storm

They mingled with their eyes and fingers
Nodding their heads furtively
Behind my back
Unaware that my eyes were listening
My eyes cought you in adultry
And my mind wanted to stone
your heart
But, who am I?
Because I have sins too

And the memories
Of yesterday disappeared
In a blink
Like today should be the first chapter of Genesis
Perhaps it’s just a queer neurosis
Of imaginations
That tells me
Nothing existed yesterday, or
Maybe she was just a beautiful mermaid
Of the wander land
And now she is gone
And gone forever
244 · Dec 2015
You and I
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Your smile
Is a fine art
Exhibited in my
Heart’s screen
Soothing my soul
From a distant depression
From dystopia
In your absence
I lose focus, I feel sorrow
I feel pain
Still I keep fighting
For you presence
Because my hope tells me
To go on looking for your soul
For we belong together
In harmony
You and I
Dwelling in one happy soul
I vow from the core of my heart
Only death shall do us part
Your presence is a trap of my happiness
231 · Jan 2016
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
When we drown deep in fortune and money
We forget who brought all the honey
When we drown deep in life crises
That’s the only time we remember who Christ is
213 · Jan 2017
Fear of living
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2017
My mind leaves my body at night
walking to places I’ve never seen before
somehow here is when my soul searches for light
either to escape or defeat the war
entitled to my name regardless how I feel
fear frails my heart, between the darkness and silence
In chambers of the void, here brutality is real
The nightmare of dying young through social violence

Herds held hostage within their territories
Where else to call for liberty
When our deaths are celebrated like victories
For perhaps this is the end of humanity
Where every wishing card is a piece of eulogy
For a dead child who never came home
201 · Oct 2017
Gone without traces
Molantwa Mmele Oct 2017
Though you made peace within your own ambience
something wrenched your serenity, suddenly
silence was the language you spoke
in blue blurry words of despair

however, you never seemed
to be doomed and dilapidated in boredom
you wore a veil made of thousand smiles
on your face, hence we were
blinded to your despondency

you were the sparrow of the secluded prairie
fallen alone and far away from home

no flock ever made you grin,and
none of us felt your existence, until you were gone
gone without discernable traces
195 · Dec 2015
Love and hate
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
My life is full of complexities
Still you remain first on my priorities
For it is hard for you to understand
It seems like I lack commitment
I lack devotion
You love and hate me
You smile and cry over my shoulder
Tears fell on my flesh
Touching my heart
I can feel your pain
You kiss me deep
And hold me strong in your arms
You make me feel your warmth
But your heart is feeble and cold
I can feel your breath running down my spine
The scent of your love
Is so strong, so pure
Calling you name
Is a love song for my heart
Healing my soul
Your eyes translate vows of eternal happiness
Nature changes four times a year
Days with sunrays
Nights with stars and moon
Gleaming bright in the sky
I haven’t seen something of your beauty
I was never a big fan of science
Its elements and compounds
the chemistry between our souls
Is hard to ignore
The affection
I feel is so strong
This is our souls love song
While we live long
58 · Jan 2020
The Lineage of sins
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2020
My mother tells me, that when I was young
I used to wear everyone’s shoes lying around
and run all over the house, but whenever
I saw my father’s; I would pick them up and bring them to her
but that is just the story of every toddler I know

Lately, I engage with people of different aspects
some would delight my day with the symphony
of kindness, tranquility, the sound of the silent sea at night
but some would shade my soul with my father’s weaknesses
like having his last name and resemblance
is to admit on to carrying his burning cross of sins

And I sometimes wish, that my mother could clarify
how I’ve been always too frail to fit in my father’s shoes
42 · Jan 2020
The testator
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2020
My father was a lowly man in the village, he was
a shepherd; he looked after rancher’s cattle
for a living, he fed them well for many years
yet, he never had even a pigeon on his name

An ordinary man who spent every penny
he earned to raise his children, today we sat
around the table listening to the testator

On his legal will he states, that
I shall only inherit his greyish winter coat
and his blue leather pair of shoes
they are both old and worn
and this is how my father spent his life
his best and worst days were grey and blue
and I’m afraid to dress in my father’s tears
42 · Jan 2020
Lonely love
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2020
Before your eyes I shall die
like a mist, when the sun-rays lie upon the riverbanks
in the morning, for I shall never wait longer than I can live
the days of my life are falling short on every hour passed
and I’ve spent most of them in sorrowful moments
learning how to love something that doesn’t have a heart
yes I know, some things are impossible, but let me tell you
I’ve seen flowers that live and blossom under the sun
and the ones that can breathe and dance under the ocean
but you are the only that can settle and flourish with in my heart
and drag me gentle away from the oblivion
the glow of my limerence is far further beyond ineffable
but soon to die when the end comes forth my soul

— The End —