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2.7k · May 2015
broken
tlhago May 2015
like a vase i dropped her on the floor.

i'm not sure if i can put her back together.

she won't be the same but i have a feeling
she has been broken apart and put back together.

you can't trust a man who
operates a bulldozer to be a
good builder.

they say "things have to fall to
make way for better things";
i dare not say this to her, she might
think i did it on purpose.

i don't trust myself to not drop
her again after i've put her back
together.

i've thought about handing her
over to someone else to piece back
together; i don't trust anyone will
know exactly where each piece
has to go.

you can easily replace a broken
vase, unlike people.
1.7k · May 2015
friends
tlhago May 2015
.a good friend takes out glasses when you walk in with a bottle of alcohol, no questions asked
1.5k · Apr 2015
mother
tlhago Apr 2015
she needed a hero,
so she became one
1.5k · Apr 2015
mother
tlhago Apr 2015
you should have taught me how to love
by loving me
tlhago Mar 2016
last night i managed to write something in the book you bought me
your name has never looked so pretty

on my wrist and inner thigh
it evoked feelings i thought i had lost

fresh blood trickled down to the floor
i wondered if you still knew my name

i promised myself i wouldn't do this again
or remembered the colour of my eyes

between my heart and my brain, one betrayed me
and how shiny they were when you left

this is the last time i'm ever picking up an pen and paper
the lies i tell myself at 3am when i can't seem to fall asleep
1.1k · Apr 2015
I am an Afrikan
tlhago Apr 2015
I am an Afrikan

Not only because I was born in Afrika
But because Afrika was born in me

My name speaks of the beauty of the Afrikan landscape, animals and their interactions
I am of the Afrikan skin, soil, sky, valleys, rivers and mountains

My ancestors were born in Afrika My mother, my father, my grandmother, my grandfather, my great grandmother, my great grandfather and their forefathers were all born in Afrika
They died in Afrika
I was born in Afrika
I will die in Afrika

My ancestors knew no other land but Afrika
I know no other home but Afrika

I am a true Afrikan
667 · Jul 2015
confessions
tlhago Jul 2015
i write
for souls
that are
not afraid
to tattoo
their thoughts
on pieces
of paper
with
blood-stained ink
666 · Apr 2015
Listen to the wind
tlhago Apr 2015
I'm the one with the golden horn
Speaking the truths of our forefathers buried under our feet
Having died digging gold for the white man

I believe I was born to teach
Teach the Afrikan child of their history
For to face your future
You must embrace your past

They labeled us the dark continent
After they had forced us to dig up the glistening black coal beneath our homes
Which covered our bare backs like the oil they were draining from under our homes
Our homes they took us away from and ran to the ground
To make way for their stone and steel castle

We still work like slaves we once were
To buy back our gold, silver, oil and souls

They buried the idea of us being nothing but slaves so deep in our subconscious
We have lost our conscience and fallen for their ways
We see a fellow child of the soil as a nuisance when they are begging for scrapes of food and warm clothes

They placed Afrika's offspring behind metal bars with the apes, hyenas, gazelles and watched from the distance with crocodile tears at the suffering "aborigines"

Listen to the song in the wind
Your ancestors are singing underneath the oceans they were thrown in
Your forefathers are singing underneath the soil beneath your step
Listen
Child.
.lets make everyday Africa Day
420 · Feb 2016
you, you made me this way
tlhago Feb 2016
people call you "strong" just so they can use you as a shoulder to cry on, they expect you to never break, to be strong for THEM

and that is a special kind of evil; they expect you to give up pieces of yourself to build them up when they're crumbling

as if you are destined to be a monument to human fragility; they are baffled when you turn cold and dark as a pile of stone

but your true destiny is that of a volcano; lying dormant, cold and lifeless for millennia - a day will come when you release all you are

all your ever was and all you ever will be; they will write poems and songs about the day you revealed your strength to be your weakness

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

like thunder you roar YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

you drown out all their moaning and sniffles and brush them off your shoulder for good; "but you are so cold" they will say,

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

you, you made me this way
404 · Sep 2015
memories
tlhago Sep 2015
i once loved a girl. memories
396 · Jan 2016
u
tlhago Jan 2016
u
i know you
i have seen you
the real you
the one you hide
from everyone
the poetry in your notebook
that is the real you
and my dear
you are beautiful
359 · Aug 2015
note
tlhago Aug 2015
suicide note:
to the one that left

*in you i lost my reason to live
358 · Jul 2015
writing
tlhago Jul 2015
writing
feels
like
taking
the
demons
out
for
a
walk
in
the
park.
357 · May 2015
untitled
tlhago May 2015
a good guy
with bad intentions
356 · Mar 2016
beauty
tlhago Mar 2016
you
write
out
all
your
hurt
feelings
and
people
call
it
beautiful
354 · May 2015
collage
tlhago May 2015
she said "i'm broken",

i told her "but you can still be a collage"
350 · Aug 2015
writer
tlhago Aug 2015
i am a writer
perhaps
because
i am not a talker
335 · Jun 2015
a walk
tlhago Jun 2015
a walk to the moon
under the stars
a rope in hand
a small note
left at home
331 · Jun 2015
Untitled
tlhago Jun 2015
it's funny how we went from strangers to friends, and then back to strangers again.

it is as though the universe never intended for us to meet.
292 · Apr 2015
my lover
tlhago Apr 2015
.all i want is to be the reason she smiles in her darkest of days

light up her nights like the brightest of stars

be the sunshine on her rainy days

and love her as and for as long as is possible.
292 · Apr 2015
I write
tlhago Apr 2015
I write
to hide
away
from the
terrors of
the world.
I write
to sink slowly
into the terrors
of my mind.
271 · Apr 2015
how to love
tlhago Apr 2015
she said to me "no one has ever taught me how to love.

she went on to say "i don't think my mom was capable of love, i'm sure if you love someone you don't hurt them".


i could relate but i didn't say anything after that. how could i tell her she wasn't the only one. that her story wasn't special.

i had to let her believe that there was still hope. that we weren't all messed up inside.

she told me not to fall in love with her because she was incapable of loving me back. i was relieved. two peas in a pod.
254 · Apr 2015
believe
tlhago Apr 2015
you
might
be
the
change
you
wish
to
see
in
the
world
236 · Jun 2015
Untitled
tlhago Jun 2015
the darkest poetry give light to the dark souls that read those poems.
taken from twitter user @UhSoul

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