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  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Amitav Radiance
My thoughts are weary travelers
Waiting for the safe haven
Of the blank pages
Where ink rejuvenates them to life
As memoirs for other travelers
  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Mooseman55
I really need a new home,
My current one is filled with dust and cracks.
You can barely live in it it's so awful.
If I could make a new home I know just how I would build it.
I would start by laying the foundations for new relationships,
Then add a few walls of trust,
Maybe even a few windows for a little perspective.
Next, I'd add some doors of opportunity,
And fill the rooms with books and knowledge.
Finally, I would invite people,
Who always smile and laugh to live with me.
That is the kind of house I want to live in,
Not this old thing.
  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Jade Elon
It’s sorta like setting your house on fire. (HOTHOTHOT)...Not that you care right? Burning things is easy. Peaceful really and you remind me of jesus or some **** like that. I’ve been locked up for far too long with very little to do. Hey don’t you remember my name? I was the devil on your shoulder but the angel whispering in your ear:

I love you but love is for the weak. I want you but I always want what I can’t have.

Let’s be friends. Let’s be lovers. Let’s be colliding souls on the stairway to heaven. Let’s be forgotten. Let’s forget I even mentioned it.

And she bleeds to you know in her heart of gold. Well not really.

This emotion isn’t for the faint of heart.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Let’s be together forever in my dreams…

No. Let’s not.



I’d rather not have nightmares every night...
  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Jade Elon
Let’s go someplace where religion doesn’t decide my temperament
Where everyone is already “blessed” and I don’t have to worry about “salvation”
I don’t like to think about “hard” stuff
I like to think about soft stuff; like feathers, or wind, or dying
And if could sleep forever I would
But like Nikki said: “that’s why mankind alone among the animals learns to cry.”
  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Jade Elon
I like to sit across from my __
She usually tells me about how I should be better. But I don't want to be.
Everyone says my generation's only talents are to keep our legs open and Our mouth's closed. I like to think we can read and write and
Fall in love with strangers on subways in the forgotten underground.
Everyone says that we don't know how to live righteously
But if we were never taught how can we learn?
Someone once told me to keep my legs shut,
They told me ladies know better.
They told me when their eyes not their lips.
They told me to keep my mouth closed.
They told me with their actions not their words.
But it doesn't matter now.
If you're going to say to me:
"You're from that generation"
I'll say to you:
"If you wanted to change us you should have taught us
If you wanted us to pave the way you should have shown us the starting Road
We were taught to sing praises to those who came before us.
But what for?"
  Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Jade Elon
If my mother read my poems
She would think I was in love.
I'd have to explain to her
"How could I be in love with anyone if I can't even love myself?"
If even the thought of love makes me sick
To the point I feel like going days without eating
Humanity has a notion of love
It's all consuming
             all powering
      all people want
But if I can't care for myself
How is it right that others expect me to care for them?
My mother, if I were to line my body
With my favorite quotes and phrases and lyrics,
Would think I was in love
But aren't love and hate closely alined?
Coiling around your body and gripping you till you don't know yourself
From your obsession
If my mother read my poems
She'd think I was in love
So deep in love that I've lost myself
So deep in love that I've found myself
So deep in love that I never had a self to begin with

If you see my mother read my poems.

*You'll see her cry
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