Hi my name is Pallang Mofokeng, and this is my Honest poem š¤
I first saw the sun August the 3rd 25 years ago, apparently that makes me a Millennial or Gen Y
Iām not clued up what that means
Iām 1 Meter 65, I weigh what's considered thin for a man my age
I do not exercise, and I am always the shortest amongst my friends,
Well also the youngest
Iām a sucker for a girl with beautiful eyes, and smart brains.
Iām still learning how to hold long conversations
Iām often good at striking the talk, and always the bad at keeping it flowing
I was born early and Iāve been late ever since
I love books a lot
I love words and I dearly love poetry
I have been told that I kind of have a stutter, people say it develops when Iām in an uncomfortable environment, on the real side I really swallow my words when someone says something stupid
Every time Iām in front of a beautiful girl I happen to want to say a lot of beautiful things about her beauty but my words leaves me in the play.
I have this strange fascination with stories with sad endings and broken promises
Maybe itās because I have learned that life is nothing like happy endings or fairy tale
Such lessons I learnt 12 times when I fell in love with women who loved me more than I loved them,
And the 9 times I fell in love with women
Who would never love me back
I know the numbers are not balancing
But to be honest, I think we never actually meet our ultimate someone
Actually relationships, they always remind me how Iām not scared of death
But Iām scared of the crowd, and I wonder what would happen when I have a crowd surrounding my coffin
Iām shy. Yesterday I blushed to the reflection of my face in the mirror
I closed my eyes and made crazy silly smiles
I could not complement myself, my stutter came in play
I have had very few fights growing up I can count them without using my toes, but I have had a lot of beatings
That was me beating myself perfecting a life that was never meant to be perfect
Doesnāt sound right hey?
I have made a lot of wrongs than rights
I have judged myself more than having been judged
Good morning, my name is Pallang
I enjoy cooking and showing off my improvements
And ignore every negative comment made my way
I donāt find it easy expressing my feelings as often as I need to
I have a confidence so low it always goes unrecognized, I always smile even when I donāt need to
My life is a book always edited by my perfectionist mind, convincing myself that I am worth something
Something maybe a name
I donāt know much, but I think
I think heaven if full of poetry
God is monitoring my brain system
It reminds him that, some people heal others even when they themselves are dying inside.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
Hi my name is Pallang Mofokeng, and this is my Honest poem š¤
I first saw the sun August the 3rd 25 years ago, apparently that makes me a Millennial or Gen Y
Iām not clued up what that means
Iām 1 Meter 65, I weigh what's considered thin for a man my age
I do not exercise, and I am always the shortest amongst my friends,
Well also the youngest
Iām a sucker for a girl with beautiful eyes, and smart brains.
Iām still learning how to hold long conversations
Iām often good at striking the talk, and always the bad at keeping it flowing
I was born early and Iāve been late ever since
I love books a lot
I love words and I dearly love poetry
I have been told that I kind of have a stutter, people say it develops when Iām in an uncomfortable environment, on the real side I really swallow my words when someone says something stupid
Every time Iām in front of a beautiful girl I happen to want to say a lot of beautiful things about her beauty but my words leaves me in the play.
I have this strange fascination with stories with sad endings and broken promises
Maybe itās because I have learned that life is nothing like happy endings or fairy tale
Such lessons I learnt 12 times when I fell in love with women who loved me more than I loved them,
And the 9 times I fell in love with women
Who would never love me back
I know the numbers are not balancing
But to be honest, I think we never actually meet our ultimate someone
Actually relationships, they always remind me how Iām not scared of death
But Iām scared of the crowd, and I wonder what would happen when I have a crowd surrounding my coffin
Iām shy. Yesterday I blushed to the reflection of my face in the mirror
I closed my eyes and made crazy silly smiles
I could not complement myself, my stutter came in play
I have had very few fights growing up I can count them without using my toes, but I have had a lot of beatings
That was me beating myself perfecting a life that was never meant to be perfect
Doesnāt sound right hey?
I have made a lot of wrongs than rights
I have judged myself more than having been judged
Good morning, my name is Pallang
I enjoy cooking and showing off my improvements
And ignore every negative comment made my way
I donāt find it easy expressing my feelings as often as I need to
I have a confidence so low it always goes unrecognized, I always smile even when I donāt need to
My life is a book always edited by my perfectionist mind, convincing myself that I am worth something
Something maybe a name
I donāt know much, but I think
I think heaven if full of poetry
God is monitoring my brain system
It reminds him that, some people heal others even when they themselves are dying inside.
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