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NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
The first guy:

"I just don't understand you", he keeps on saying.
And with a dreamy mind I keep saying more things.
And that just makes the mystery vanish on thin air.

The second guy:

"I somehow understand your situation", he always says.
And with more words to emphasis on my problem,
It always seems like it is too close for him to solving it.

Yet together they become one,
samTev they call themselves.
Always ready to find solutions,
And work with the tough cases.

My own seems to be hard for them.
Without knowing how to start,
Planning just ends up turning to another game.

Sure right they are good,
At spoiling my mood,
Yet making me at ease.
They know how to drive me crazy,
And yet I still remain in control.

They are just two loving friends that always want to see me happy.
Knowing how to comfort me,
And wishing we never departed from one another.

Surely they make me have a lot of enemies,
But I know that there is never a way they could ever become my nemesis.
Love my two dear friends Samuel  I Sibanda and Tevin A Ndlovu.
Yet they always pull out stupid tricks and say crazy things...guess that's just what makes our friendship strong. Just proud to be that one girl secure between two guys.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
One day I will look back at this moment and say "Gosh! I was crazy".
However, this is one moment that has just found its permanent post in my memory lane.
I will cherish it always and only share it with those who will understand.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
You could have warned me and told me not to be in you life,
But you failed.

You knew that one day,
Just one day I would want it all out.
The truth about you and I
Yet you were courageous for you knew that no one would believe me.

I was just too young and guillible.
I let you toil and tosse me around and I enjoyed every moment.

The pain I felt when you penetrated me was nothing but a challenge to me,
I always called myself a tough girl,
One that could stand all pain.

You took advantage of silence,
A great secret keeper I always was.
You told me that I would lose my dignity if I ever dared to break a promice.

You made me promice that I wouldn't tell.
And with some little priceless candy bars you always knew how to keep
my mouth shut until this day

This specific moment that I have woken up from a fairy tale of pain, suffering,
Brutality
And abuse.
I am ashamed of my childhood days,
And all the silly little confidence I had.

What kind of a stupid game was I playing with an old man when my peers were playing with dolls.
Now I see you behind bars and all that comes in my mind is "God curse that monster"
While then I called you my best friend.

Now that i have over grown the trauma and pain.
I have not over grown the hate of all man that take advantage of little girls like you did.
I promice you that when you die,
I will spit on your grave,
And this is one promice I am not going to break.
Never been ***** or under any form of such trauma, I just felt like challenging myself by fitting myself in a victim's shoes and this is what I came up with.
Yet my intentions for even writing this poem began with me in my broken emotions. But eventually I decided not to be selifish.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
My silence doesn't mean that I don't miss you,
I am just waiting for that moment when you will miss me and break all this silence.
But up until then I can surely tell that am the last thing on your mind.
When you know you miss someone but fear being the one to always say hie because you realise that you might be ectually arnoying
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Feb 2016
I get hurt I don't mind.                       She gets hurt I don't care,
     You get hurt I worry a lot a lot
         Because I care,
      I never want to see you hurt,
   From all her drama and turmoils,
You still don't realise that its me who
         Cares.

      She's driven you through hell,
        Some little publicity and all.
   Silly little drama that could have pushed me way but still I stood with  
             My sobering heart
        Waiting for my chance to  
                   Comfort           
             You after her dread
  And heal your wounds from her
          Sharp swords.                               

It is my endless love that makes me
                          Care
Yet I don't mind that you are never
             Going to love me.
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jan 2016
While I crawled in the arms of my tender sleep,
Having said a little prayer,
Dreaming of reality's dread.

Mama stayed awake trying to let you out.
Sweating and fighting all the pain and strains,
And hoping you would be out soon.

Daddy kept saying little prayers and signing songs of praise in his heart.
He awaited for your arrival,
It was soon enough until you surfaced the earth.

They both couldn't wait to have you in the palm of their hands
And see your sparkling eyes open up to reality's dread.

But do not worry you little one,
For we are all here for you.
To protect you from the devouring spirits,
And every other wicked spiritual realm;

Rock of Victory youth will never let you sobber in pain in our site,
Nor let any bully bring down your flaws.
We are willing to support you all the time.

Mommy and Daddy will always keep you happy,
And they will never leave you behind.
They will groom you to be mommy and daddy's little girl.
They shall always keep you warm in the dark,
And in comfort during the storms.

The Lord shall become your refuge and your strength,
He will shower you with blessings,
An pour his wisdom upon you.
He shall lead you into the narrow gates,
And forever shall he be your fortress.

Our deep breaths we have been holding for too long have been released into the thin air.
And from them we have found an atmosphere of celebration.
With little words to describe my happiness,
I am so greatful to be amongst those to celebrate the gift of life that God has presented to you.

Nolwazi J Mabilisi®
To my beloved pastor's (Pastor "P" and "Mama P") daughter heavenly Beauty Nkomo, who was born yesterday night around 9am. Can't wait to hold you in my palms
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jan 2016
Perfect imperfections,
Drawn away frustrations.
Pondering sweet emotions,
Simplicity through dedications.
Discovery of new evolutions.
Washed away night's illusions,
Drifted away by happy motions
Pride through inspirations
And self identity through aspirations.
Tears have gone to extinction.
And I have become perfect through imperfection!
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