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I was used to you.
Each day was new.
Each time we played,
We played a different game.

Drifting through
The murky haze,
We’d think it through
And then we’d do.

I’m lost without your pleasant gaze.
Traveling down the roads we paved.
My soul was yours, the one you saved.
Our dreams they lived from day to day.

One day you left, it’s hard to say.
The bus came by and wrecked our day.
I miss you more as time goes by.
I often stop to wonder why.

That lasting kiss you left me with
Is all I taste, it’s all I feel.
The harmony you brought to me,
It filled the well inside my dreams.

My dearest one, I still see you,
Laughing, happy, loving me.
My heart is torn beyond compare.
These shoes are worn but I still care.

I can’t forget the plans we made.
Each day I live to honor thee.
The raging sea can’t quell our dreams.
The love we shared still sets me free.
For Jen. My love for you will never die.
Each stroke of the brush with ease
The paint glides across the wall and spell the words running through my mind
The words I speak taste foul
Bittersweet
Which is why they are now in these walls
But the taste is still there
Of all the things to say
Your name is all of thought of today
Have you ever been faithful?
Concerned ?
Sincere?
Bittersweet
My tongue is cold and your name is old through these words on my wall
Over and over again the paint peels and falls to bow at my feet
Bittersweet concrete
Lost in that mind of yours
Clouded by lust is all you want but will never get
Because I regret ever being with you
 Sep 2017 Nicki Mngadi
inggo
Where are you?
I've been searching everywhere
I'm starting to get tired
Should I give up?

I'm losing hope
Depression is eating me alive
I feel so empty
How long can I survive

Then I found you
You were always there
I was just afraid to look at you
But now i'm ready to stare

Can I keep you?
these days.
i don't talk much.
my words. have dried.
and are crumbled like leaves.

(unless written)

--- i write.
 Aug 2017 Nicki Mngadi
E K Weber
I'll never amount to anything,
I can never do things right.
I'm always questioned,
Always second guessed.
Never taken at my word,
They must think I'm dumb or lazy.
Maybe I am... I'm starting to believe them.
This world feels too harsh for me,
I want to go to sleep and not wake up.
I wish I could run away,
I don't want to be here.
I am not happy.
When was the last time I was happy?
A very long time ago.
Yes, minutes and even hours
Of happiness occur,
From time to time,
But it never lasts.
I'm always afraid, unsure,
Nervous, anxious, sad.
Life doesn't feel like a blessing,
It feels like a prison.
 Aug 2017 Nicki Mngadi
Ella
Magic
 Aug 2017 Nicki Mngadi
Ella
Writing is like magic

In reality all your doing is putting ink on a piece of paper.

But in your head so much more is happening

Your creating worlds, histories,storylines.
You create characters with relationships, ambitions, hopes and dreams.

Writing gives you the power to create a universe for others to escape into.

I guess that's why we love to read.

To escape into the magic.
 Aug 2017 Nicki Mngadi
mi
Imagine
Perfectly normal house
Perfectly normal girl
Perfectly healthy body
Chaotic mind.
Her thoughts
As loud as waves
Clashing on rocks.
Yet a voice
So quiet
Like a breeze
Through palm trees.
-d.j.
So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
I pack them.
I wrap item after item.
To place in.
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A smaller palace.
A humbler palace.
A palace where I will boldly confess...
"As for me and my house,
we will serve the Lord." (Joshua 24:15)

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
Box after brown box.
Small, medium, large.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A house for His glory.
For I am finished.
With setting my affections upon...
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
I will seek my treasure in eternity.
In things above.
Which will never pass away.

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
While awaiting me stands.
A mansion in glory.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys , and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."--Matt. 6:19-21, Holy Bible.
 Aug 2017 Nicki Mngadi
Lvice
We do flips over the sun
And pray to land
On our feet

Stars on a flag
But they don't mean
Anything to me

I look up and they're there,
Sad as can be, and
Hoping that somebody  will see
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