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siphelele Aug 2022
I used to be an emotional writer, in touch with my feelings. I remember my dad once said to me, "Son stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, STOP BEING AN EMOTIONAL LOVER." I used to be an emotional writer, I remember the 1st poem I ever wrote, it was dedicated to this girl I never knew, just that she was a bit older then me and more experienced when it came to "loving someone." I was a love sick puppy when it came to her, the poem I wrote to her consisted of 3 pages that were once blank but later on filled to the brim back and forth. The only response I got from her was, "Oh okay," sad right? I know, I know, I probably shouldn't have settled for that response but then again I didn't know her and she didn't know me either, a sad "love story" if you could call it that. I used to be an emotional writer, I once remember this one time when I poured out my undying love for my
  Aug 2022 siphelele
Masha Yurkevich
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
  Aug 2022 siphelele
Elliot
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
  Aug 2022 siphelele
Midnight
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
  Aug 2022 siphelele
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
  Aug 2022 siphelele
Grace
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
  Aug 2022 siphelele
A
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
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