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 Nov 2020 S C Netha
Carlie Sims
people will try and dip their fingers into your mind

like water, adapt

realize your capacity is an entire river
and they are one, small person

they can’t even begin to fathom your visions.
 Nov 2020 S C Netha
Tuffy Mutombo
If you are going to love me
Love me unconditionally
Because anything less to me is not worth having
Like a heart with no beat
A sky with no birds
Veins with no blood
That love is dead to me
Wasted energy turns lovers into enemies
So commit to every part of me
Save me from this endless tragedy
Or let me be…
 Apr 2020 S C Netha
joel jokonia
Shoot one in the air.
Scare the birds away.
Sometimes you feel like something or someone is taking away what is yours, what you love but you don't have the power to fight. But you Might not realise the war is already won cause just when you take one shot, your problem disperse like scared birds
 Jul 2018 S C Netha
joel jokonia
I torch my insecurities
In wording purity
Give no note to the negatives pulling me
I let the bully be
And work more on mending me
Gravity holds me down so i wont float
In useless thoughts
Cause all we ever do is try solve problems
What if we just let them be
What if we didnt mind
What if........
 Jul 2018 S C Netha
joel jokonia
I know one day she will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet once who had an abstract imagination
Who told stories in jingled verses
Who built empires with his paper and pen
Again and again spilling the beans right in the streams of my emotions
A poet who stood shy in his own corner with a couple of unattended emotions
In his bag
Dressed in baggy sags torn pieces of the world
He had tales even his pen wouldn't tell



I know one day he will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet who moved mountains for a girl
But never was his efforts appreciated
Who never took life seriously
Found humor in heartbreaks and bleeding souls
Who was mad dead in the expressions of the edges of the world
You knew well how he fished spirits in the deep oceans of life
Sliding his pen lazily on his paper and making a thought
A poet who let his pains disguise in his convincing smile
Breathing life into tired thoughts
But still he had tales his pen wouldn't dare tell
For his pen feared what he would tell
And never got the ink to.................
 Jul 2018 S C Netha
joel jokonia
one day I looked at people 
I saw anger 
expressions of frustration 
as he pondered over the deeds of his son
how he had given his all 
but he still turned out rebellious

one day I looked at people
I saw pain 
she couldn't hide it away
memories of her little daughter 
how she vanished into the cruelity of the world
how the world had used her, 
abused her 
mama's little girl

one day I looked at people 
I saw guilt 
people were guilty of oppressing 
other people 
people needed guidance 
to be guided away from greed, hate  
he needed his father's guidance
if he were to be a better man

one day I looked at people 
I saw deception 
lies, people telling other people 
fabricating, conneiving convinicing 
dragging them away from the truth
Ruth, couldn't stop 
she believed every story they told her 
men's promises 

one day I looked at people 
I saw hope 
I saw him fall in love 
it scared me
it didn't stop him 
he lost his soul in her eyes 
he didn't care about her past
he scrapped her rust 
forgot all the stories of harsh conditions 
she had been through 

one day I looked at people
I saw confusion 
fear of the unknown 
fear to take a leap of faith 
cause she wasn't sure he would understand her 
so she told herself 
she couldn't let another soul into her heart 
not again

One day i looked at people
I saw a system
A brokken system
A paralysed proper people
Pride driven
Pius leaded
By bias leaders who are as bróken as the system
Because they are people too
For he chose politics probably because
With love he had failed
He had failed to listen to hiss father too
So father hated him
He gathered

One day i looked at people
I saw a fight
Not for whats right
But to survive
Cause that's all she knew
Ruth had lived from one bed to another
Looking to fill the gap of the man who bedded her mum n left
But the Father figures made her a minute's satisfaction
She thought thats life
Even when he presented love
She thought itwas just a way to restrain her life
Love life n romance wás a thing for childs books
She gathered

One day i looked at people
I saw me
I saw how each of us are all the same
Humans
People
**** sapien
Same emotions
Same reactions
Same intentions
Same tortures
Same pains
Same same same

Cause if u grew with no father like ruth did and a mum who believed in love n had been broken hearted
And you witnesed her pain everday
Killing herself everday for you to live
Watched Man devour her
You would understand...you too would be just another Ruth
If you grew up with a father and no mother's touch
Father would wanna mold u to be him strictly
Stoping you from being you
Because he knows wat the world is like
Cause he also has met gals like ruth
Who are heartless
But is ******* you ...punishes you for the mistakes he has done
For with no woman's touch the discipline is too harsh
So when you break out of the shackles u live
You live you ...you leave all his warnings cause all this time he kept you locked in his world
Because you think it was all for his best not yours
Nqobani...thinking you would conquer his world for him ....nc nc uyabheda

one day i looked at people
I saw ruth
I saw nqobani
I saw you
I saw me
I saw all we needed was people to admit
That we all just people.the same
Stop judging but relate
Stop assuming
Stop discriminating
Cause him her could hv been you ......

Look at people
We are the people .....
It's a pity we treat each other like animals.. Like some are unworthy to be treated fairly
Lost i was in a forest dark for the path I had taken I could not recall.
As the light of dawn cut through the darkness I lay beneath the trees that stood tall,
Awoken from a dream in which the voice of an Angel filled the air,
Patiently waiting for the velvet twilight to save me from my despair.
A voice i heard yet again, this time a melancholic tone,
And so i ventured deeper, and deeper, and deeper into the unknown,
Following the gentle whispers of my name,
Until a sight that dazzled my eyes stood in my way.
I was inebriated by her elegance, she wore a dress red as wine.
I was possessed by her scent, she smelled divine.
I burned wit passion as i watched the flames dance in her eyes.
"Care to dance?: I asked, "It would be a pleasure," She replied.
As we waltzed into the withered trees,
The secrets of the world she revealed to me.
She knew terror and sorrow and darkness,
And yet her soul was pure, untainted, immaculate.
Day into night, pleasure into pain, this chance encounter into ecstasy.
When the moment was bliss I stole the affection from her lips,
And thus she began drawing me into the abyss.
Daunted by nostalgia's tune, clinging to every note,
I strolled down the path of my memories in a vain search of hope. A connoisseur of souls and my reservoir was to quench her thirst,
For I had just embraced the kiss of death.
I turned and ran, guided by grief,
But soon fell to the ground like an Autumn leaf.
I knew i was not ready to find eternal peace,
For there were too many promises I was yet to keep.
I glanced at the stars surrounding the moon like diamonds dancing around a pearl,
How vain it is that I lost myself in an attempt to gain the world.
In that moment i longed for what fortune and fame could not give,
For i discovered that even with these, I had not lived.
I screamed with what might have been my final breath,
"Death! I beseech thee, spare me from my regret."
She laughed cynically as she drew near,
And placed her lips towards my ear.
"Live," She whispered, "I'm coming."
 May 2018 S C Netha
Nonoe
She never stopped crying
She felt like she was dying
She wore her scars on her back
And Carried her problems like a backpack
She didn't know how great she could grow up to be
She didn't know if she wanted to wait long enough to see
She was ready to give in
Shoulders slouched and a low chin
She didn't think they really cared
About all that was left unsaid
They called out to her
But it was all just a blur
But after calling and calling,
She Almost found herself falling
Until she was caught by a familiar face
And suddenly the world became such a beautiful place

-LilLaeta
 May 2018 S C Netha
Nonoe
I guess I'm still learning

To talk to people and let things out
To let go of insecurities and all this doubt

I guess I'm still learning

That life isn't always your friend
This ancient damnation can actually be a fiend

I guess I'm still learning

That this Is just a hurdle that I need to climb
And this too shall pass but just in due time

I guess I'm still learning

To go easy on myself
To understand that one needs not to be ******* oneself
That one needeth not to hate on thyself


I guess I'm still learning

To fight the war in my mind
Even when i really struggle to find
The courage inside
That helps me unbind
From this poor quarantined and pathetic state of mind
That makes me believe that I am undefined
When in fact I am the mastermind
Of my own subconscious mind

LilLaeta
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