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She said change was good;

contrary to her life decisions-

every day

life continued the same way.

But she didn't know how things would change

After the day she decided
to stop changing herself.

After the day she decided
to stop tormenting herself.

After the day

she started to grow herself.

Believing herself.

Trusting herself; her emotions.

Loving who was, and is, and is to come.

And   from   that   day,

nothing was ever the same.
Apr 6 · 299
The glorified rose
I was a sunflower;

in all my colorful glory
a happy sight to behold
—more to my nature than could be imagined.

But you preferred roses;

With petals that called your fingers
to linger as they please.
I missed you once.
Those days I thought life was different without you.

But when I stopped missing you,
I realised everything was the same.
If being in love makes the world make sense,

could sanity and love be the same thing?
My hatred boils with every attempt to hurt

My fear fills the atmosphere at every attempt to hide my desires

But still,

My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me

My love spreads at every attempt to empty my darkness

My dreams reveal themselves at every attempt to bring hope

My words escape my mind with every intent to be heard.

My heart heals itself, with every chance to live.
Dec 2018 · 196
Extended metaphor
nosipho khanyile Dec 2018
Like the Nile river that flows through the dry sands of Egypt,
I will soothe your war within.

Like an angel sent on earth,
I will trade your broken wings for mine.

Like a Bouguereau canvas,
I will show you what love is.

Like endless notes played by the mysterious composer,
I will whisper sweet melodies to you.

Like a dog waiting for it's owner,
I will be loyal to you.

Like an IT specialist removing a password that's had 8 failed attempts,
I will decode you.

Like a painting in an art gallery to the aspiring artist,
I will arouse your *              
                                         *  imagination

Like the humid air awaiting the rain's arrival,
I will wait for you

..for I have not yet met you.
Dec 2018 · 166
I fell inlove with the moon
nosipho khanyile Dec 2018
She visits me after day comes around
for her scheduled visit.
Takes me to a place where
stars are served on oceanic platters.

She draws me closer to her at night
and pretends she didn't see any
other body while she was away,
somewhere in the milky way.

She circles around me as though
taking a deep look into my soul,
but actually admiring my physique

because she knows my soul will always be with her when this love affair with me, her and earth ends.
Dec 2018 · 142
nosipho khanyile Dec 2018
Our love was fitted, warm, comfortable and subtle,


our hugs felt like trying to put a triangle piece of lego into an indented circle; forced .
Dec 2018 · 1.2k
Road trip
nosipho khanyile Dec 2018
Take me,

Take me away.
Take me far away.
To a place
where love is the objective,
where making love is a respected  perspective.

Take me,

Take me far away.
To a place
where I cannot reach myself,
where rivers of hope in love meet at the margin of miracles.

Where everything works out.
Where all the seasons show up.

Then take me,
Take me to a garden;
Where a planted tree remains the only success I need,
Where soul is the only materialistic desire of greed.

Where we'll eat the forbidden fruits
And drink the sacred waters.
To a place
              where you
                                             take me
 ­                                                         ❁
Dec 2018 · 211
The drunk poet
Nov 2018 · 98
To be honest
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
Sometimes I wonder if
I have the right to be emotional about
someone else's pain.
Nov 2018 · 157
Spiritus Mundi
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
/ˈspɪrɪtʊs muːndɪ/

The general spirit of the world; forgetting the factions human kind has constrained itself into.
Nov 2018 · 166
Summer's day irony
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
even when the heat's got me undressed,
my soul refuses to take off it's layers.
Nov 2018 · 458
Late night interlude
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
if my mind could speak for herself,
she would tell you of our late night rendezvous.
Nov 2018 · 1.8k
❝A change of scenery❞
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
a break in routine is necessary
when momentary sadness
becomes ritualistic pain
Nov 2018 · 1.1k
joy amidst the pain
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
time doesn't heal
it covers up the wounds
long enough
for you to forget
the pain you've buried
where a flower has now bloomed. ❁
Nov 2018 · 324
Dear love, (continued)
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
I wrote a letter to you
and you took your time responding.
but when you finally did
you sent a blank page..

one with no intentions to be written on.

Don't bother replying again.

Kind regards

A girl let down by love
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
Because in these melanin soils
the only thing that captures me
is the prospect of  bearing a fruitful narrative.
Nov 2018 · 220
Blinded by the idea of love
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
We gaurd our hearts in daylight;
hiding from the shadows of our shattered pain

Forgetting how, when darkness falls upon us, we let our gaurd down to fatal love expections.
Nov 2018 · 152
native ways
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
I practise watching your words pass by because
the beauty in selective listening
is the calculated risk of avoiding
barren judgement.
nosipho khanyile Oct 2018
It's the
the love I know that used to be there...

it's the
fading passion that's leaving me bare.

It's the recent use of punctuation in my poetry;

filling the gaps I cannot express.
Oct 2018 · 189
Ever growing
nosipho khanyile Oct 2018
And after all this time,
I still have strange encounters with myself.
Oct 2018 · 2.2k
Dear love,
nosipho khanyile Oct 2018
I met you today for the first time.


Noticed you when I locked eyes with a stranger.

I told myseld to refrain.

But if you promise not to hurt me this time,

I might give this one a try.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Kind regards

Just to remind myself that love is not so cruel after all.
Aug 2018 · 4.3k
active crime scene
nosipho khanyile Aug 2018
injustice has become the affirmation.
hesitation, passed down to each generation.
oblivious to how this is a cause of our own transgression; through temptation.
misleading us to our own damnation.
Crime has become a norm in South Africa and it has gone to an extent where we don't even look over our shoulders anymore but hope that when a crime comes about we still have our lives to keep. This poem not only highlights crime in my country, but the international rise in other issues such as school shootings, human trafficking, ****, sickness, hunger, mass killings- there are some issues which I haven't personally experienced in this list but am deeply moved by. This is a time to put our hope in the greater energies we believe in and not let the Enemy succeed.
Jul 2018 · 1.8k
No one told you?
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
when you get to know me,
you enter a galaxy
with endless

affectionate interludes,
ecstasy & dreams,

but beware of the black holes
that hold my demons.
don't be scared when they
when they welcome you with
anxiety and aggression.

because they're not real
Jul 2018 · 12.4k
I'm losing you
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
your own life was at the edge of chaos
when you centered me

everybody had deserted you
when you were there for me

you could barely stand on you own
when you stood up for me

all you wanted was to be loved
when you gave me love

you were selfless
and I was selfish

I've already lost you
but I hope this sorry finds you.
this one's to two of my friends. after doing some introspection, I've kind of found myself, made good friendships and I'm seeing life in a good light but in hindsight I realise that I've abandoned some good friends in the process. I'm scared to go back and find them because I don't know if I'll ever stop being self absorbed.
Jul 2018 · 2.6k
let me in
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
if life is a perception
let my eyes be
the illusion
that pitter patters
on your skin
all over your body
into your mind
then soul
opening the door
to your reality
Jul 2018 · 1.1k
"I'm here for you"
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
are you, really?

when you say I'm too sensitive
are you here for me
or the tough me you never saw in you

when you say I'm too quiet
are you here for me
or the rage in me you you found over active in you

when you say I make everything about me
are you here for me
or the introspection you desire

when you say my life is a mess
are you here for me
or the aligned energies in me you couldn't keep in place

when you say I don't give you enough attention
are you here for me
or are you here for you
Jul 2018 · 5.3k
practise makes permanent
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
habits are a different form of story telling

tell a good story.
Jul 2018 · 4.8k
unappreciated love
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
I loved you
like I was never hurt before

You left me
like you'd never hoped for more
Jul 2018 · 8.7k
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
award goes to you for
making me believe
for a second that
my sexuality is a phase.

a stage that's passing
a page about to be turned.

award goes to me
for being in tune
with my desires & feelings.

for not letting you get into my head
for appreciating that love has no

gender,colour,culture or phase.
Jul 2018 · 18.4k
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
our destination is the journey
edged with culture
curved with meticulous attention
infested with corruption
fumigated with potential
waiting to reveal itself to the world
taking time to perfect itself
because like fine wine
we don't age, we mature
into something so different
refreshing the norms
creating a new era of dimensions
a relentless spirit
perfectly flawed
oh blooming flower
a tree known by its fruits
a shackled continent
waiting for the chains of judgement
to break
freeing the truth
this is africa
Jul 2018 · 2.6k
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
I have a body
that tells a lifetime of stories.
It emotions as accessories.

I rise above my circumstances
and grows through adversities;
understanding my diversities.

I don't have soul..

I am a soul.
Jul 2018 · 8.2k
societal misunderstanding
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
I looked at society in the eye
and asked her
why she's so flawed.

she glared at me before saying that

I cannot antagonize her
when all she did was
give identity to a lost world
Jul 2018 · 7.7k
When I started writing
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
I was afraid to pick up the pen.

Afraid that my technicolours
would become a bruise in their eyes.

I thought what what intrinsic to me
would seem sadistic to them.

I was afraid
they would be oblivious to the glitches I showed them in society

I was afraid they wouldn't care..

I was wrong.
Jul 2018 · 6.4k
My thoughts
nosipho khanyile Jul 2018
vivid after sunset,
my thoughts manifest
from energies that surround me.

tangled after sunset,
as I process my technicolours
into somthing society will accept.

but sometimes
there are no words for my thoughts..

— The End —