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Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

17th

where to begin?
                       where does it lead to?
                                                         will I ever be found?

                              the gates are closing in front of me
I got so close
              but then again,
                                                                              I'm certainly lost
              but then again,
                                                                              I've never found myself

maybe after all,
                               it leads me to you
                   it leads to nowhere
                                                  *(nowhere with you)

and I'm not even mad
        I'm not even sad
                                              but the fact that you're so tender to me
          breaks my heart into a million
                                                               *tiny
                                                                     pieces

I'm so fortunate
            I've never found myself
                                                    as devoted as I feel
                                                                                     to you,
                                                                                                *my sweetest

dedicated once again to my sweetest, Ben.

#love #him #me #us #visual

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

The Cross

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

Tapiwa Individualist

The Cross

                   The cross
                   Upon whi
                   Ch my life
                   Got saved
Nailed and crucified for my salv
Ation,I still wonder why becaus
E I don't think I deserve that m
                    Uch sacrif
                    Ice but I r
                    Ealise it w
                    As    grace
                    That made
                    Me worthy
                    Of such gr
                    Eat love an
                    D favour.I;
                    shall forev
                    er rejoice.

One step at a time.

#love #life #grace #cross #amateur

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

the first one hundred days part II

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

e vera

the first one hundred days part II

oh you’re drawn to the horizon,
but i’m just drawn to you.

#love #distance #travel

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

Reed mi eras

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

Molantwa Mmele

Reed mi eras

I Can right de way I want
Bcoz I tok de way I WANT
TeLL me I’m rong
I ekspress my fillings through poetry
I can rite about everything
Without feaR
Poetry daznt allow me to supress!
My FILLINGS
I no this is not kompellinG
With eras in my spelling
Don’t ASK mi y
Jast REED my eras
I’M taryard of yu piple
Traying to tell me wat to du
End wat’ not 2 du
Kontroling mi lyf
While yours is folling apart
Eye don’t really liv mi lyf
To pruve piple’s perseptions
.Write or rong
Abawt my lyf
Mind yo own business
End liv mi lyf alone
Kip quet and read Mi eras
BECOZ EVRYTIHNG I do
Is rong
Im eva rong to you
NoTHing beautifull;
Yu eva tell about me_
So suit yourself/
(End reeD mi erAs

people won't appreciate you for who you are
they will always talk when you do good and talk when you do bad
its simply how life is

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

Morden day Poetry Monk

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

Givemore Manyengawana

Morden day Poetry Monk

first of all i unblock the reading block.
then i unblock the writers block,
that i feel heavy in my chest
the rest is the monk in me exposed
to write dailies on all sorts of matters.

this aspiration i am declaring
will be re-written by monks hand
i can feel flow of the monk,
like Geoffry Chaucer reincarnated
modern day Canterbury Tales, i will write
on my poetry pilgrimage .

i am an aspiring poetry monk
i foresee a poetry monk,
who will invent and reinvent words
for poetic stories to be told infinitely
like numbers.

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

words that hurt

Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya

e vera

words that hurt

"poor little rich girl,
with her pretty face,
her well-off parents,
her mental illness,
and all the *****, drugs and hair dye she wants.

you'll
be
fine"

the lump in my throat grew,
pulsating,
larger,
and larger,
i feared i would choke to death
on the internalisation
of my own emotions.

#illness #mental