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 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Amaranthine
She won't talk in a way
She will probably walk away....
She won't see you though
She has sea of emotions for you...

In the flash of flame & fame
When comes her name,
She is flushed with blush
& Hides sudden​ly in the rush...

She is shy
Don't know why
You just go
& Say "Hi"
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
chris
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 Jun 2017 Lote Do
chris
but even if i fall in love again // with someone new // it could never be the way // i loved you
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Kmo
Untitled
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Kmo
Seeing him around
Heart starts to pound
Faster harder louder
Making me wonder
Is this what they called love?
For someone who has the power to turned me into ice-cold and made my heart shivers.
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Mpumi Zeeh
I'm not suicidal and i'm not depressed.
I'm just living a fast life and giving God the rest.
Poetry's been my muse,right from the start.
So I wanna tell you a little something right from the heart.
I'm not here to waste your time,bother you or be annoying.
But have you noticed how many hearts that you people have been destroying?
Instagram,Qooh.me, Twitter and Facebook.
Are the platforms,y'all are using to leave people's kids scared and shook.
Yes,they may have tripped,annoyed you a little bit.
But for you & your squad to attack them on Facebook,
Just makes you look like a kid.

I'm tired of seeing these exposure pages,
these **** distribution rampages.
I'm tired of seeing these shady qooh's,
and this pestering of people for ages.
Have you not reached an age where drama is pathetic and you'd waste your time trying to be cruel?

I wouldn't say I've never bullied,and I wouldn't if I were you either.,
Cause we both have seen many incidents,and at most are serious Instagram readers.

To be in Rosebank on Saturday with squad is lit,
But to expose the girl who sent nudes is not.
Cause when that girl kills herself,and her parents attack you furiously.
At school,I wonder who'll be the hit.

I know I've been talking for a while now,
And you know where I'm trying to get,
But you should still be trying to wonder how,
Down the line,there'll be no more qooh me accounts left.

I'm trying to say please watch yourselves,
Be humble,kind and sweet.
Make your parents proud.
Don't throw your dreams onto the streets.
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Mary-Eliz
I see you there
suspended for a time
between the shadow
and the light.

You look pale
but peaceful,
in a dream state.

I rest awhile,
a shallow sleep,

then I awake

knowing…

without words
my mind whispers

it’s time

I gently wipe your lips,
brush a stray hair
from your forehead.
It’s all I know to do.

Then I sing
a cherished lullaby
hoping you hear me
hoping it wraps you in love
as my arms wrapped
around you
as a child.

I hold your hand,
kiss your forehead.
In that instant I see
and feel all you’ve been
all that is you

tiny wrinkled infant
delightful, smiling six-month old
curious toddler
proud school age
struggling teen
loving adult

realizing
we're losing all of these,
all that you've been
all that is you

then

I feel your spirit leave…

for that brief moment
I’m overcome with a calm
I can’t describe.

A gift rare and precious –

as I was there
when you entered the world
I was with you
when you left.
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        

"The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough."  
Rabinadrath Tagore
We lost our son to a brain tumor. He fought bravely and determinedly for seven years, enduring two surgeries, radiation, Gamma knife "surgery", chemotherapy and clinical trials. He never lost his sunny smile or determination. He only let go when he knew it was time, slipping into unconsciousness shortly after his two brothers (his best friends) arrived to say goodbye. He remained in that suspended state for two days. On the third day the four of us gathered for dinner and shared thoughts about him and our life with him. We cried, we laughed, we shared memories. Later that night he let go. I will always believe, being the caring and generous person he was, that he heard us talking and knew that, as hard as it would be, we would be okay.
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Lawrence Hall
Restless Hope Syndrome

At two in the morning the great ideas
Are fluttering shadows on the moonlit lawn
The old clock clanks, the new clock hums, and hours
Are an accusation against one’s works

At three in the morning one’s ambitions
Are not even shadows as the moon sails on
The old clock clanks, the new clock hums, and hopes
Crowd around the bed in disappointment

At four in the morning the silent noise
Begins withdrawing before the stale new day
 Jun 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
A little birdy told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me, talk with me on this journey of doubt,
You'll question people and you'll question the drought,
of honesty people lie about, because It's time to scout,
For people of kindness on earth,
From birth, I think I've been cursed
It gets worse, as I rap this verse,
I'm trying to explain how life can be complicated,
Because we're all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
Use the energy within, and repel them this is where your journey will begin,
I've been searching for a moment or a pin, point in time,
When these rhymes and lines will be classed as devine, as I perfect and refine,
I'm just wondering how many times I can assign the same rhyme, so all sit back with a glass of wine, whilst I intertwine every line, lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime, maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine, I need to switch it up so let's all decline, but you'll remember this verse as one of a kind.

Whilst I'm standing still over this hill, I think of moments in life that gave me a thrill,
But I remembered the pain and I remember the chill,
Of the cold dampened hearts that never seemed to spill,
Love or affection, like it's protection they need during the question, should I mention, you never gave me attention,
Like the worlds in one convention and I'm stood outside looking in,
I grin, whilst I use these forces buried within, to show people in verse what I mean, before the planet isn't green, before the seas collapse and wind is no longer a breeze,
We freeze in an ice block, tick Tock, tick Tock we stopped the clock.

But no body hears me so everyone listen up,
Stop what you're doing and please raise a cup,
For stopping global warming and extinction of animals, because we're all valuables on this tiny spec of galaxies,
Yet governments plan strategies, to profit from the tragedies, they keep us all living in fantasies, but strike in catastrophes
So let's help our families and all become one, before we've got none and everything we love and everything we feel is gone,
Putting a bet on the apocalypse, odds are 10 to none,
So hold hands with me now let's rejoice in song!
Just some rap lyrics I wrote quickly last night. Drafts but as well as sharing poetry I like to share lyrics I write also. This one was a massive play on words and quick succession rhyming.
 May 2017 Lote Do
Hunter J
He lays there and dies
No one cries
or asks god why

no one lies about
the good he has done
the joy he brung
the songs he sung

In fact many consider him to be
a lost cause
so why pause
our daily lives
for the end of his
the end of a life of sin

He has no family or friends
to watch over him
as they lower him
six feet deeper than he was before

So heres to a life
we hope to forget
to dismiss
one full of regrets
and lost innocence
 May 2017 Lote Do
Kevin
I don't know how I should feel today
My mind slowly drifts away
I feel lonely, lost, with no dedication
And again I am told to take more medication
Is this life what I really want to live?
I have nothing more I could possibly give
To many mistakes leads to a miserable life
Now once again flirting with this knife
I feel worthless, *****, stupid, and dumb
The depression leaves so much pain, yet numb
Suicide is the most thought of everyday
So suicidal I forget to pray
I wish someone would come and save me
With more haste than delay.
Because today I think I'm falling apart.
I'm killing myself with all of my heart.
If it means anything to you who reads.
In the end we all together bleed.
I was sick of hurting and trying.
The relief sets in knowing I am dying.
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