Fundi:The Tide of My Feelings

They are drawn from the movement of my thoughts, the tide of my feelings.😔
The periodic rise and fall of the waters(tears) of my eyes produced by the attraction of the pains and hardships i face every 24 hours.
Close to feeling tall, almost a free fall. I was made of chance. And when the colors bled,the feeling of fear unmet in my relationship.
Lost and confused,i felt the onslaught...very fierce and destructive.
I couldnt think i can make it work, i still doubt i could.
The thought of being a mum and a dad to my baby kills me slowly everyday.
He left me to face the troubles of having a baby alone, how do i cope?
The tide of my feelings are mixed, each day rising from joy to rage...
At times crying myself to sleep,i wonder how do i move past all this?
So many unaswered questions arise...
Why is life so unfair? Why on me??
I struggle with my feelings and the tide of my feelings dont allow me to forget my troubles... not with a chance...😔

@Fundi Popat

Elami: 'Joseph'

*'Joseph'*

An image emerged from the door, tall and blocking the light behind it,with each step he took closer her sight became clearer and right there before Mary stood a young man, who had the crude ability to change the temperature of the air and the magic to birth bugs in her belly.from the distance he had narrowed his eyes that seemed to read words even in the unwritten, so she held her chest to hide the pages that we're suddenly being engraved in her heart, words of a sonic and her larynx expanded a bit, tempted to sing, the melodies of love.

She  swore she felt the walls grow tense and her cardiac organ rustled at how tight her surroundings had  become. Who was this god causing such commotion by his mere presence.?
She soon found out he was the son of the actual God, as introductions echoed between them, in that moment she thought how more perfect could creation ever be.

'Hi' with a smile that only ran halfway through,she smiled back to complete it and responded accordingly as he joined in on the topic he heard the two girls speak about.
He said a few words and out of the well of his mouth poured  the gold of his mind.He was a ravishing Adonis,she couldn't get over it,in all his simplicity he had cobbled an orphan of love and rebuilt the walls of its temple within her.
Her palms felt wet and her knees almost weak to the ground, she had to leave quick or her emotions would crawl up to her sleeves,and openly wear her embarrassment.

He was so real but he seemed to have walked out of a book and booked the whole void in her heart.He filled it with so much hope,hope that she would see him again one day, perhaps she would be prettier then and fit the image of this knight.

Sleep missed her that night she closed her eyes for a little while, but even then her dreams swelled with images of him. Over and over she replayed her best part of the scene.When Mary left with her friend she looked back for a final glance at him and there he was, waiting for her head to turn and that's when she knew new poems were coming up soon, a chance to author love at first sight.

Christmas bells lingered every where that season. Mary wrote for Santa and prayed to God, perhaps the depiction of the virgin name would VIP her post and grant her wish. She didn't even have to pray about it, seeing him again was inevitable,this time she would be expectant and totally in control of whatever it is that happens to her....

©Elami_M

Tema: Boy With A Guitar

I don't know your name so I'll refer to you
as the boy with a guitar..
From across the room you capture my attention,and draw it like a sketch
I'm sure the police are on your trail
For you robbed me off my breath;
Yes, boy with a guitar you left me breathless
But don't stress I don't want it back
For it is restored with every motion you make to
Pluck on those strings;
See I'm puppet to your strings

I've never seen nor heard anyone play so good
Never have I met someone who could sweep me
Off my feet so swiftly like I was some dirt lying on the floor
You break down all my defences as if they were paper
Without even uttering a single word
Or making the slightest move
It must be the way you pluck on those strings
And synthesise such a nice melody only angels could compose
So tell me, where you hiding your wings at?
because looking at you a see an angel, a cherub
Boy, you've got me hypnotised
Truly I'm traumatised and literally crying for
All the days I lived without knowing you.

From across the room, your face bent on your guitar
Your lashes cast over your milk white eyes
I can feel you looking at me
I can feel your eyeballs caressing my flesh
From my head, to my face, down my neck to my collarbone
And all the way to my toes;
I can feel your eyes penetrating mine
To look right into my soul.
But I take a look at you and your face is cast down
You are not looking at me....
But at your guitar which you hold on to so tenderly as if
Your next breath depends on it
Well it seems mine does depend on it. ...

It must be the music protruding from between
Your graceful fingers and the strings
That make me feel our souls intertwine
Look, I haven't taken any wine
yet here I am feeling a little bit tipsy.
It's the sounds you compose, they make me lose
My composure and posture
The music you produce got me high
On another cloud of emotion
Oblivious to all the commotion
Around us
Since already I picture us on the mountain peak
where our souls do none but speak and break
The silence hanging thick in the air between us
From across the room, beneath the music.

From across the room I watch how your long,tender fingers
Pull and brush on your golden brown guitar
And I lose my train of thought as I wonder
How they'd feel on my melanin soaked skin,
How they'd brush my hair from my face to behind my neck
Or how they would cup my face-
Oh boy you and your guitar  got me thinking things I never used to
but for you I'm willing to get used to
Because nothing has ever touched me so intimately
As your music;
I'm puppet to your strings.

At this point I want to leave my chair, and find my way across the hall to you
I want to know if it's your guitar or just your hands
or if it's your soul after all,
Telling me of the wonders of love
See my friend heard love was a planet
So she took a trip there
But for me I think i know love is you;
Love is only you, boy with a guitar
So please make my heart glitter
And play once more for these butterflies to flutter
In eternal mad ecstasy...

©Tema

Fragments of a broken heart: Hlubana

"Hello hello this is Hlu's remaining heart station over...!!!"
"I repeat! This is Hlu's remaining heart station reaching out, over!"
"Mylove do you read me, im reachin out from this empty space
Where it once was a station of our love, once upon a time in space.
"Im reachin out seekin for the lost frequencies after that explosion which left my heart broken, everytime when I hope I might still have a chance,
"If you can hear me, callin out your name, my Precious love please do reach out to me, would you take a glance?
These pieces are causing trouble to my face,
"This mess
'I know nobody is to blame for that flame set ablaze
And blew it all the very instance when I enjoyed the dance,
"Its you I miss
As im still holdin on the last fragment of what was once my heart.
"Once was the station of our love once upon a time in space..."

"Sometimes I feel lik im nolonger the same,
Sometimes it feels like im going insane,
When I sometimes see you even if you not there  .
"My heart is like an unadministered territory,
It doesn't look friendly yet one can tell, behind it theres a story.
"It is like a abandoned village, the ruins having your signature
It looks creepy and haunted.
"But maybe we can still work something out from it,
Maybe we can make it habitable again.
Maybe we can still try again,
Bby maybe I can still call u my baby again."

"Hello this is your long lost lover reachin out for you, over!"

"So far the debris of my heart aid me with cover,
The blast didnt  mean it was over
"May you find it in you to realise that still you're my lover,
I promice, never will I break your heart, again I will never."
"This is me trying to find the lost frequencies to your heart.
Each day I try to fix, part by part.
Never was it in my plans to be set apart."
"Im reachin out from the remains of my heart,
The fragments of my heart"

©HLUBANA

My Last Ink by Zizwe The Poet

Lonesome me writing this poem
In this desolated tiresome room
With only a deck,a paper
And a pen in my hand
A robe hanging from the roof
With a hungry circle at the end
Ready to hug my neck for the last
And send me to my ancestors
The spectrum swaying of the robe
Brings back all the times I failed
When I was trying to reach my goals
When I was about to touch my destination
When my heart lost all the happiness
And love.

The robe echo keep on saying
"Get in your time is ended"
It isn't even giving me the chance
To finshing my rhapsody poem
But I don't blame you robe
Because we made the harmony
To give me a lift to my mother
I know it's gonna be painful
When I execute myself with you robe
Taking few last kick,climbing higher
Above the sky to meet the love
I lost years ago
But to me robe you're like a fragrance
Because I'm ready for you now.

I had enough on this world of grieve
Await for me robe
I'm all yours,just give me sometime
Let me pen down all my heart
Let me drop my last ink
Finishing my poem
Write a goodbye-love letter
To my lover
Send goodbye to the world
And tells them
That I'm hanging myself

©ZIZWE_THE_POET

Shattered by Nkulie

Where did it all go?
The joy,ecstasy and zeal of writing?
Rarely spent a second typing,
As the words were gushing out of my mind.
Memories & fantasies;
Experiences & symphonies...
You name it.

It all made stanzas and sentences that made me feel confident.
What happened?
To the poetic girl with an unforgettable smile.
A phenomenal smell.
With rabbit teeth that made her cute and innocent.
The prettiest girl who never settled for less and never a cent. Yes,school smart and a genius;
Yet not street smart and sagacious.

Was she lonely?
Thought she was just acting holy!
Smiling to the whole world like she's happy,
When it was all a facade to hide the lonely Emily.
Broken hearted;
Scarred yet golden.
Every good morning turned into a night mourning.
Slowly draining and wasting,
She always pulled it together for those split seconds,
Just so the people can see that Emily is ambitious.

Where have you been lady?
Lady in black during the night and white during the day;
Filled with joy and cracking with laughter when the Sun's up,
And a pillow soaked in tears during the night time nap.
Eyes filled with pain and sorrow during the meet and greet of all times. However,no one would tell and ask bout all the tear-stained cheeks.

I'm shattered.
However, I don't want the past
To reflect on what I've planned.
Let it stay behind;
So I'll live my life,
In my lonely hive.

©Nkullie

Phoenix by Jahlil

Phoenix

Windows with open curtains
Letting light in
To the floors and I'm in the middle.
Spotlighted, are all my flaws
My hand is jammed like tetanus jaws,
I can't even write at all.
They try to inspire me,
So hard to make me feel
Like I'm wrong and all.

I hold the pen
And stare blankly at this blank page.
My mind drifts
In search of what my heart feels.
Enigmatic emotions
So deep that my brain sinks.
Its all blackness of the abyss;
The death of CliffSin.
A man has to die to live,
Incinerate like a Phoenix
To be birth from the ashes.

I feel my heartbeat weaken
With every thump,
The cyanide in my blood
Flowing to the very tips of my toes and thumbs;
I'm freezing with every second that flies by.
Writer's block is a mausoleum,
And CliffSin lies here.
Ras Jahlil was born from ashes,
The eternal son of the soil
Living in the shadow of the old
Physical form.

In as much as I am me,
I am not him.
I Am He
Who forges worlds when he speaks,
He who builds cities paper with a pen,
He who is second to Jesus the Son Of Man,
He who rattles the ground with prayer and threatens hell,
He who tells Lucifer Morningstar to back off dead in the face,
He with authority over fish, birds and all beasts that tread the land,
He who can walk on water, only by faith,
He who can move mountains, uproot tree's and sky scrapers,
He with strength that all spirits fear
Endowed by the God
Who prophesied upon Mount Zion.
I am Ras Jahlil,
A better version of the dead CliffSin.

The rise of the Phoenix,
Perched on the Primeval Mount
Rising from the eternal waters.
The son of the soil,
The son of God,
The soul of Ra, the Egyptian sun god,
I stand for light.
I am Feng-Huang, the element of fire,
That same fire that fell from Heaven to devour
Bull, flesh and bone, stone and false prophet alike,
That same fire that ignited the horses that carried Elijah
To Zion, alive.
I am Ras Jahlil,
Who carried the nest of myrrh
Bearing the carcass of the dead CliffSin to Heliopolis.
I am Ras Jahlil,
The better version of the dead CliffSin.

©RasJahlil2017