Your Worst Enemy Is You by Bandile

Note:This is my first Article for the TIT [Take It Thursday] campaign set to bring out young kings and queens

This might add salt to the wound (to some ) but as vivid as it is, it's the truth so rather, call it Bittersweet facts.
You may be sitting at your lunch break from work, in the middle of class avoiding lecture, or lying alone in a bed that used to be occupied by two people with tears quietly welling up behind your bright eyes and a harsh sensation creeping up your throat.

Your nights are occupied with seclusion and
your heart is wrecked into pieces that can never be fused back together without flaws no matter how hard you try.

Every morning, you paste a sweet smile on that beautiful face of yours to let society know that you are okay.
Well maybe you are
On the outside...

But guess what, you aren’t okay. Behind closed doors, you are absolutely lost and you believe there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Oh, how I wish I could reach through your screen and give you the maternal embrace that makes you shed tears instantly.
You, yes you, deserve someone who will sit
silently next to you as you stare blankly at the familiar bedroom wall with tears continuously falling collecting at your chin.

You deserve someone that holds you delicately
until you decide to start murmuring words faintly. You deserve to move forward and be the best possible version of yourself and if you do not see that now, it is okay.
Sit there silently, cry, scream, or beat that pillow you used to share with whom you thought was the one. Listen to the music that somehow demonstrates your emotions in melodic form or watch that romance movie that is so melodramatic but mimics your exact state, like it was somehow filmed just for you.

Hell, you could be the leading actor or actress.
Each story is distinctive.
Whether your tale was an abrupt onset like strange tap on your delicate naked shoulder or a bubbling eerie feeling deep within your gut, I am truly sorry.
You do not deserve what you are going through, you do not deserve to spend your nights crying yourself to sleep.
But, can I promise you one thing?
You will appreciate love and happiness now.
Not one person can truly value cheerfulness and adoration until they have been chewed up, spit out, and treated like trash.(If everything makes sense when you hit the bong)

You want to be strong.
No, you need to be strong.
Your friends are all happy with their relationships, so who are you to be the burden repetitively complaining about how the carpet was snatched rapidly from underneath your feet and how you were left in the dirt.
After all, this person that turned their back was your other half whom you once trusted completely and wholeheartedly, right?
Let me give some advice and you probably will not like it, break down that wall you have so meticulously constructed.
Invite in the one who has been sitting on their ass outside, waiting for a chance to see how extraordinary you really are.
You are terrified to be disappointed, damaged, and kicked to the curb once again.

Take a moment to take a moment and hear this
There is a time to stand tall against your fears and
that time is now.
You are your worst enemy.
Move on from
the feeling of disparity, go look in the mirror and tell
yourself you are worthy to feel blissful again.
Never ever let obstacles make you feel like your life ain't worth living.
I always say,  you can't call it faith if you only believe in safety
So it's a test, take it up and prove your worth in this world full of bitter people.
Be sweet
Be a queen
Be the king of your own jungle

This isn't applicable to those who stood on pedestals with "someone" only to find themselves alone
When I say someone, I'm using finger speech marks
There are masqueraders out there, love yourself
The sun will glitter and make you shine very soon
Whether you're sitting at home without a job
Or you're on a job you barely love...

Hold on, pave the road to what you love
If not you, who will do it?
There are no robots made for your ambitions and dreams
Keep your eyes open and your brains too.

I promise, your time is coming soon

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I Never Could Lie To Momma by Fkaay

So momma looked straight into my eyes today
Blankly staring back trying to hide the ache tormenting me in side
"L-Look a-a-way"
The broken voice from deep within me stuttered
The voice of a wounded child in need of comfort
But Momma is wise
And wise is she who gave birth to me

See she has this tendency to try pinch the naughtiness out of me
An old habit I've grown to love
An old habit I've grown to miss
One I currently need

Today she took by my cheeks and wiped my tears
She rocked me back and forth
Like she used to before I turned thirteen
A ride that said I KNOW you're in pain
Fear not For I understand
I never could lie to momma.

"I apologise to being weak mama
For letting someone play my heart
Like it was done to you by papa
Im sorry I've failed to be like you
To play my cards close to my chest nd open up to a few
Im letting heartache break me down
Adding more wrinkles to the beauty you've gifted be with
Im sorry im letting you down
I trust too easily
I see that now
I let my guard down
I get that now
Teach me how to be like you once more mama
I promise this time to pay more attention"

But momma understands my pain
She didnt have to ask me if Im hurt
I repeat
I never could lie to mamma
Whether it was stealing from the sugar bowl
Or a forged signature on a C-minus test

Today
She took me by my stained cheeks
Wiped off the mascara she hates me to wear
She hates all things artificial on my face
And guranteed me it'll all be ok
With a voice spilling  & churning with love
A touch slowly stroking my hair
She whispered
"You never listen
But fear not
Mama is here"

Fkaay

The Dream by Uzenenkosi

The dream from last night
Was about the nation in tension.
But as I was about to say attention
There was some kind of destruction
That caused my emotions
To give up on the mission.

Hands high,I surrender
I just give up.
Mission impossible.
Or perhaps improbable?
I added a lil sugar,only to find it added some sort of bitterness.
I hate & love this feeling.
Tryna fit in this silver lining.
I'm the only one not shining.
Or perhaps I'm lying?
You making it
I'm faking it
They taking it
I'm loosing it...

Tell me inspiration comes from within.
I'll tell you I only hear my heart beat and the melody of my blood stream.
Is it me?
Am I not listening enough?
Or is it you
Feeding me with beautiful compliments disguised in disgusting truthful thoughts?

Straight talk?
Shut up!
Don't you know I'm tryna fight evil voices?
Go to the nearest hell,tell Satan I'm coming for my inspiration!
A round of applause?
Shut the fuck up!
What the hell are you celebrating?
I'm a book without written ink!
That's useless!
I've lost touch.

No it wasn't a dream,
It was a light beam
Reminding me of who i am,what I'm made of,why I'm here?
This is stupid!

©Brilliant_Uzenenkosi

I Wish I Never Loved by Thabitha Marakalala (Guest Writer)

I wish I never loved
I know it's been said that
One shouldn't regret anything
In life,
But I'd be lying if I agreed with this saying,
Cause deep down I'm constantly dying,
All this faking, all this pretending,
are reasons for my breaking.
I wish "I love you" came with a clause,
If it's not true, you choke down and die,
I wish pain came with a receipt,
If it's too much to handle, you send it back.
I wish life came with instructions,
We would surely know how to deal with all it's hardships
without cracking,
I wish I never loved
I'm certain I wouldn't be in so much pain.
I won't cry myself to sleep,
I won't be sinking so deep,
I won't be talking to these walls,
Pleading to find ways to heal my broken heart,
I won't be this torn apart,
I swear I wouldn't be this miserable if I didn't love you.
I wish I never layed eyes on you,
This stupid heart wouldn't
have fallen for you,
I wish I could turn back time,
Prevent you from cutting
into my heart.
I wish I could go back to yesterday,
Drowning this affection,
Turn it into a rejection,
Cause you came with no good intentions.
I wish I never loved you,
Wouldn't be beating up myself,
to get you off my mind,
I wouldn't be feeling so blue,
so incomplete,
I wish I never met you,
I wish I never loved you,
Cause its clear you never loved me.
Tbt-M
10/9/169t
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If I Must Love You by Sindicate

If I must love you
What you feel of me inside you must be true
Be sure it is love not lust
Bring me all of you, including your trust.

If I must love you
Involve me in all you do
Be ready to engage yourself in partnership
No secrets and lies in the relationship.

If I must love you
Then give me a strong reason to
Don't just love me for the sake of being in love
Put me first, of all your thoughts let me be above

Bring forth all the skeletons of your past
I am not here to judge but to shine you and remove your rust 
But be content, I am not an angel
I just look at your wrongs from a different angle

Though I may not be beautiful like many you may see
But try to make me feel I'm the only one you see
Compliment me, if you don't
Know someone out there will make me feel myself.

Lend me you ear, give me your time
I want to be free to tell you all my joys and sorrows
To run to you when the world has grown feet and turned it's back on me
To lay my head on your chest at night and rest my troubles away

Love me like you have never loved before
Let that not be enough, love me even more
My love is like a seed waiting to be sown
It won't germinate or grow if not watered and cultivated

I'm a very noticing person and sensitive too
I am quick to breakdown and cry
I am quick to respond, I am quick to apologise to and I tend to do it a lot
I am good at listening and I am quick to forgive.

So then if I must love you, consider it all
Don't get annoyed when I ask too many questions, I wanna learn from you
I fall slowly into love but it's not easy to stop
But like I said, without renewal of my feelings I eventually fall out of love...

The amount of love you give to me
Is the very exact way I will love you.

Let me love you ♡

©Sindicate Unique🔥

My Name Is An Endless Poem by Uzenenkosi

You can't force me to smooth my name for you.
You want me to slip it in
Your English so you
Can pronounce it.
You want to bury it in
The English so their lazy
English  can swallow it.
I refuse to accommodate it in your silly English.

Fix your  lips around it.
Let your lazy tongue smooth on top of it.
You can't give me a super nickname to replace it.
This is my gift of ten letters.
Try to say it right
Before you write me off
Calling me "that little tiny one,baby face doll"
Don't baptise it in your weakness
Its my gift,remember!

My name is special
You just have to understand it.
Say it with respect and dignity.
Understanding who I really am.
Say it like you mean it.
Like you were there when my father gave me this gift.
Like you were there when
He couldn't figure out this
Endless poem.
This is my gift of ten letters.
Not in English!
But in his mother tongue language!

My name is a jealous God!
I lay my fancy English when I say it.
My name is not a joke
It is more than the applause I will get when I leave the stage.
My father handed me this burden of ten letters
That I have to live up to.
My name is an endless poem.
One that you think you understand
When actually you don't!
This is my gift!
Respect it.

I am Uzenenkosi

©Brilliant_Uzenenkosi 2016

Death By Fkaay

Death

Death has been knocking at her door annoyingly and adamantly
As Jehovas witnesses come knocking just after you've put your feet up after a long days chores
For years she's pretended to be deaf to her pleas
Deaf to deaths cries
But lately her screams have been tearing at her eardrums
Making her desperation evident to her eyes
Maybe its just an illusion
Death has been seductively luring her
Nibbling at her ear
Sending a wave rush down her legs shes never had
She's a virgin
And if she allows death to penetrate her
She'll forever loose her hymen
She's no lesbian
But this lady that calls from her dreams is enough to turn her

For years she has been narrating about peace
How in her world There is nothing like pain
She has grabbed at every possible chance and never given up

When her father died of brain cancer
She was there
When her mother was sold into slavery
She was there
She was also there when her only brother got stabbed brutally in his cell
Yes .. Unlike everyone she has come to know
Death has been there.

She has made promises
And promised to deliver on those promises
She has promised to end all her pain
And rid her of the suffering
She'll tarnish the  turmoil within her soul
And discard the ache thats damaged her good heart
Return to the soil what belongs to the soil
She'll rebuild and make her whole
All she asks is to be met halfway

But how??

Rope?
Kick the chair
Hang from rafters and meet her fate
Choke on past stupid decisions
Twich on empty promises
And sway to lifes hardships??
Nope
Too painful

Poison maybe??
Some weevil tablets
Feel the pain one last time
Vomit over false I love yous
Cringe on the floor over you deserve mores
And watch in agony as her miserable life flashes by?
Naah
Thats exactly what she is escaping from

Eureka.
Overdose on some valium
Drift off to eternal rest
One without pain
no dread for tomorrow
She was promised-No sorrow
Listen helplessly as her heart beats faintly with each  passing minute
Feel her body fail and give in

Rest
That thing she's been longing for since she could walk
Peace
All thats been stuck at her throat since she could talk
Death has promised
So she executes her plan

The whole bottle and more
... A glass of undashed vodka or two
Faint. Light headed
She feels numb
Her eyelids fail to carry the burden endorsed on them
Sealing with a kiss
They close shut

Death-She smiles
She can see her face
Arms open wide
She leaps for a warm embrace
Yes she is here
Not too far from reach
Finally.
Now practise what you Preach

She is beautiful
She has lips that make yours tremble
And ache to kiss
A scent luring and enticing
Thats makes her want to snuggle up and not let go
She is home
A face so beautiful
Complexion so fair and flawless
No pimples
No blemishes
I repeat Death is beautiful

She undresses her clothes
Revealing potruding nipples so hard
Welcoming.
An hourglass body with a reverse to die for
She lures my being into her den
Takes the reins
Brings me home

She erases all memory of my pains
And rids me of all heartache
She heals my wounds
And removes my scars
Looking deep into my eyes she kisses my lips
She cares

Death
Removing my rags
She invades my body
Her gaze locked yet into mine
She goes down
Penetrates
Tongue
Heart stops
My being vibrates nd I feel my heart stop
Blood gushing down my legs
I feel the pain
Need to tell her to stop but then I fell the pleasure
Death...Carry on
Im Finally happy
Im home

©Fkaay

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Here's Why I'm So Screwed Up by Lwethu

Once upon a time.
A long, long time ago
Possibly a couple of forevers or a couple of lifetimes ago,
I went for a ride on the love express, driven by Cupid himself.

For a couple of heartbeats, it was nothing like I'd ever seen nor felt before,
It was just out of this world.
But, after that, it seems like cupid lost control and the love express derailed.
It derailed and crashed face first into sadness and heartbreak.
Rumour has it that betrayal grabbed hold of the wheel from right under Cupid's Pinocchio like nose.

Apparently, loyalty just watched as cupid struggled with betrayal, for control of the steering wheel.
Someone says they saw happiness jump out the window, the moment this whole commotion started.
Trust saw happiness jump out the window, so he too, decided to make a run for it.
I haven't  seen nor heard from trust and happiness since the accident.
I'm not sure if wherever they are, they are alive or dead.
That's why I'm so damn screwed up!

©Lwethue, 2016®

My Kind Of Girl by Lwethu

She's Geography,
That's why I wanna manoeuvre my tongue all over the contours of her voluptuous body.
I wanna strum her like a Spanish guitar,
Leave her trembling,
Like she's the victim of an earthquake of great magnitude on the Ritcher scale.

She's mathematics bro,
She adds a smile to my face whenever pain and sadness visit me for a one on one encounter.
She subtracts all traces of loneliness from my life,
And she multiplies my happiness levels by ten to the power infinity,
Which is why I never wanna find the quotient of Me over Her (Me/Her).

She's also a musical instrument,
See, she's got piano keys instead of teeth and they emit soulful melodies whenever they're caressed gentle by the world class pianist who resides within her podium.
Her voice is like that of a hummingbird, absolutely magnificent.
It's music to my ears and nourishing food to my soul.

She's a greenhouse gas,
Because every time I lay my eyes or her or come into contact with her, my body temperature rises.
She's the living definition of an amazing woman.
She possesses "wife material" inside of her.
To God she's His masterpiece, His pride and joy.
To me she's that piece that completes me,
She's my Eve, My one, my everyday woman crush.

©Lwethue, 2016®

Skeletons -Man G

This is my eitchen midden
The skeletons in my closet
What makes me conscience-smitten
What leaves me grief-stricken
This is why I hate my mirror reflection
Cause it makes me reflect back to the days when I had an inner lechin
See I manged to suppress this skin burn within me like I had a latch in
In my skin, an inferno of anger burned every time they had me sketching
Letters with sketchiness
I was symmetrically incomplete
Everything had me everting my heart
Trying to let people see the inside
The inside of my insidious inside
Im not who you think I am
Deep down, Im a grief-stricken hobo
A loner who u can call a vagabond
Nobody loves me
So I choose to fall in love with words
Make love with this words
To come up with this offsprings
I call poems
I know it hurts but this is what meanders through my phloems
Im a shrinking vine with no branches
Growing up nobody told me they love me
I just had to listen to the actions which spoke louder than words
I had to read between the lines
Perhaps thats why I love reading
I probably write in a bid to read between lines now and again
Perhaps thats why I never tell but act
Never did I fit in society
Never was I in a state of sobriety
I was always drunk with cognac thoughts
Drowsy thoughts that made me realise Im nothing but a loner
You may as well call me a goner

Man G ©2016

Nomcebo-Ngibhekephi

Ngibhekephi?

Lomhlaba uyahlaba
Lomhlaba uyakhatsata
Lomhlaba uyangehlula
Lomhlaba uyangesindza
Ngibhekephi?

Lisiko litsi kute intsandzane
Kute nengedzama.
Kepha kimi akunjalo
Lomhlaba ungihlamukile.

Babe angimati
Ngete ngamfanisa ngisho nekumfanisa
Make waphekeletela bokhokho,
Bese avele akhokhobele ke noko,
Ngasala ngiyinhlwa
Inhlwa lengenatimphiko,
kulomhlaba lose ungijikele,
Mhlawumbe kube besikujikamajika, nami ngabe ngijikile.... kepha ke cha!!!
Ngibhekephi?

YEHHENI!!
Ngingumntfwanyana nje
Nengcondvo iseyemtfwana
Netento tisetekuntfwanata
Konkhe kubuntfwana
Ngeke ngikhone kumelana nalomhlaba wetimanga
Ngisho timangamanga mine,
Ungetulu kwemandla
Lulwimi lwawo angilucondzi,
Ngibhekephi pho?

Sekute nje nalongangiva
Lokungenani sale mane angigola,
Mane angibeke ematsefeni lajulile
Lapho ngingafike nami ngetsabe
Mhlawumbe naletimphiko betingahluma,
Nami ngisahlumelela umehluko
Ngoba nyalo angati kutsi ngibhekephi!!
©Nomcebo 2015

Romantic Chronicles by Man G

Let me take you back to the day I was taken aback by a magnificent lady
Captured by her beauty, my heart couldn't beat with proper cadence
Words became fossils
Air avoided my nostrils
I was just following the nose thrills
I experienced as I smelled her perfume
My stomach fluttered with butterflies
My hands shook like an earthquake of magnitude
I got so elevated unto a heavenly altitude
And bowed down to worship this goddess with gratitude
When she looked my way, I felt my knees shake to her weakening glance
My jaw dropped as she strolled past
Without missing a chance; I maintained my stance
Letting my eyes caress her body
Letting my mind photograph her eyes
Though white as snow, they made me warm
In her eyes, all I saw was a spacious home
Her skin as smooth as banana
Drinking in her beauty made me feel like sipping cabanna
Because my thirst was quenched in an instant
When she looked at me, I stumbled and fumbled with words
I sort of started mimicing a senile lad
I surely trailed away with thoughts that depended
On her gorgeous cherubic face
She  made me feel like a pawn in a chess game
Lost in motion with no locomotion
With the swiftest notion I sensed conation
To be the lotion that soothes her facial portion
In my mind I said
''Move like a queen on marble floors
Strut your stuff I wont hold back the applause
Walk as proud as MJ doing that moonwalk
I'll follow u with my eyes like sunflower
Cause from your face the sun rises; from your teeth snow never ceases
To brew a breath of fresh air to halt my sneezes
Sneezes caused by the hypnotising perfume
I smell off you as I try to peruse through your novelty
Your face is more than enough novel info
To make me not judge you but perfect my lingo
So I can charm your charismatic self
And busk in your heat like an elve''
I admit I'm in love with the thought of you

©Manqoba Ngwenya 2016

Libidos-Bandile

Anticipation always gets the best of me
I wanted to tour her to an abyss full of satisfaction
Time did the moving as I caressed every inch of her skin
Stripping every layer of my soul
Giving in to her.

Light kisses cradled by her fingertips
The warmth on her lips
As we climb up the ladder
Her lips get wetter as my hands turn into a compass, coordinating her to a place she always envisioned
Space, naah!

The higher you go it gets colder
So we went down
To the bed
Diving in the sheets and drowning in our own heat
I felt every part of her skin, even her heartbeat
She closed her eyes, getting lost in what she felt
I took her breath away thus she gasped for more oxygen
As I inhaled her 37 degrees air.

The passion was thicker than mien
Running my fingers on her hair, jagged motions in sync
If one was to question what I loved the most
I'd passionately say, I love her rough edges of her body
Her body
Her damn electrifying body,
Toured me to a place I reminisce about and just grin.
Anti De Ja Vu
It's a place I've never been
To...

2022? ||Change Can Be You》》By Bandile

I heard them say we're a few steps away from twenty twenty -two
Open your mind and close your eyes, you'll see, none of that is true
I wanna see more food on my brothers' plate
I wanna show people that which they turn a blind eye on
Now come to think of twenty twenty-two
A trending statement where we envision our country with paved roads and street lights
Billboards and city lights
Written "Welcome to Swaziland "
The world of the free
Where 70% of the youth is null and void
Those who have degrees are unemployed
Mmmm...come to think of it,
We're tricked to believe our minds will be free
That our kids will be
What they wanna be,
When my sisters hide that which make em beautiful
We try so hard to fit in
Try so hard to belong in a world where we are nomads
Imprisoning ourselves is a norm
Unlike Cassper, we can't fill up our own domes
We're none more than a youth brainwashed with e-tolls
We can't be the kings of our own jungles
Instead we choose to be wolves
No fangs, but we eat (it) wolves
We eat words and spit lava
Victims of early pregnancies and young fathers
Twisted lovers
Plus
We don't see the need of Lovers
Plus
I don't care even if my poems sound the same
I stapled the caution sign on fame
Cause we're told life is just a game
The one who scores the high number of slags and bitches
Is the coolest and can bring us into stitches
But naaah, cool never rhymes with riches
And riches will never rhyme with sense
Because riches make us believe the mind is nothing but a combination of tiny cells
So we buy whatever the internet sells
Lock ourselves
In society's shelves
In a nutshell
We're nut shells
Why not share this?
Why not speak up
Why not pick up
The call of change
And change rhymes with chance
So use this chance you have to bring change
And stop being glued on that bench
Faith is a badge
Wear it
You gotta wear it
Run and never get weary

She Isn't Trying To Hurt Herself by Fkaay

She slices through her arms
To fulfill a certain desire aching inside
The pain atleast is a great distraction
From that of feeling helpless
numb
And self destruction

Honestly
She isnt trying to hurt herself
Instead
She just wants something else to shift her attention to
She just needs a different pain to concentrate on

The blood oozing from vessels
Turning her intestines to knots
The adrenaline rush
Sending a wave of joy
Achievement
Accomplishment

She thinks to herself
At least the depth and flow
Is something she can control
There is sth about this red liquid
That races through her dilapidating body
That satisfies her soul
Brings her joy
And makes her whole

Unlike people
Its reliable
She knows for a fact
It will always show when she needs it
She can touch it
See it
She can feel it
Sometimes she even tastes it
Unlike people
Its comforts her
Makes her feel desired and needed
Makes her feel alive

She really isnt trying to hurt herself
Instead
She wants something else to concentrate on

Fkaay

Fire by Fkaay

You call me weird
For I find pleasure in mystic creatures
How darkness is home,
And pain my treasure
You call it devilish
But I call it being unique
Saved actually
Refusing to conform to social 'norms'
Being brave,and growing some balls
Deviancing
Living my life the way I see it.
Deviancing
Living my life the way I see fit!

There is something about the crackling
Of the fire
That just fulfills my desire
The constant changes of color
With the escalating degrees
The happiness of the scorching flames
The ecstacy of coming into existence
To put your hand in
And be amazed at the electric impulses
Waving through your body
Shocked at the current and emotions
Sardined deep within you
The power of kicking
Strength awakened speeding faster than Usain Bolt

See the smell of bacon is nothing compared to
The smell of burning flesh
...its one thats mouth watering
From the excitment potrayed from my eyes
To-
Increasing my salivary amalyse productions
to actually see flesh sliding off bones
Melting off like a candle fearing flames

The screams of an ailing voice-
So filling and astonishing
And feeling
To close your eyes and listen-mesmerized by screams of pain
Pleas of help
Cries of mercy
And hopes of a quick death
Wishing it to be over
But no
Its going to drag on longer

There is a lovely chemistry
Of watching tough bones turn to ashes
That heat has the capacity
To prove the saying
"tough as nails" wrong
To watch the dendrites give up
Calcium weep away
Exposing the weakness
Turning dust
Back to what it was

Snap,Crackle nd Pop
Have nothing on actually hearing veins and eyes
Snap ,crackle and pop
How the iris enlarges covering the scleara
How blood vessels expand making the racing blood flow more clearer
The satisfaction of having a front row seat
To agony and pain
To see hurt and desperation intertwine their hands
Saying forever till he/she dies
To hear the hunger of the flames
Succumbed to greed and desire
Starvation refusing to cease
A meal not willing to be shared
To see the cold crawl away
Tail between its legs admitting defeat

Darkness is beautiful
Even more
when it is invaded by streaks of red,
orange,
yellow
nd blue
Sth about this unquenched thirst
Of inflicting remorse nd fear
That refuses to fade
Sth about it grows deep inside of me
With every body tossed into the flames
Like a glowing amber
Ignited with strokes of oxygen every now nd then
Growing stronger
Growing hungrier
Screaming to be heard
Needing to be heard
Forgive this darkness in me
But you are next

Fkaay
©Pen That Cold Addiction

When I See You by Baphelele

When I see you...
I see love, happiness and forever
When you hold me in your arms
Oh God, it's an unspeakable moment
The way you talk to me... 
Like I'm a pair of new shoes
That's how I feel...
But how do you feel?
Cause baby, you see!
Lately, I've been noticing the changes

Yes changes..
And the sad part is that you're the who's changed
You're the one who's phone is always on silent
You're the who's coming home late
You're the one who comes home smelling of women perfumes
Baby it's you. YOU DO THAT!
You're the one who doesn't answer my calls anymore..
You're the one who gets late night calls from "clients"

I hold on to you...
Because I silently pray it's not true...
Even after I caught you in bed with her...
I forgave you because I didn't want lose you...
I forgave you because I thought it was my fault...
I forgave you because you promised me you would change..

You never did...

You still bitch around...
But like the good wife i am..
I shut it.
I got tired of waiting for you to come home.
I got tired of arguing with you.
I let it go...

Though we were bound together by this materialistic object...
You're heart was not with mine...
Hell! You probably lost your heart at the nearest brothel.

I still stuck around!
Surprisingly, I put a wide smile on my face and loved you!
I shouldn't have loved because monsters like you don't deserve love...

Then came the hittings and chokings...
I felt like I deserved every punch thrown to me
I wasn't a good wife...
I couldn't satisfy you..
I guess I believed i deserved it..
serves me right huh?
I remember praying for relief...
I remember you hearing me pray...
I remember you beating the living daylights out of me
I remember...
And that was it...
I drew the line...
I left...

When asked why I hadn't left sooner
I recall telling them that I was still in love with him
I recall saying that I didn't want to be the woman who never fought for husband... Marriage
But it wasn't the marriage that I was fighting.. it was him...

And after months to myself, I realized one thing:
I wasn't in love with him. I was in love with the memories we shared and the years we spent together..

That's we do these days.. We fall in love with the idea of being in love rather than being truly in love.

Inner Voice by Tandzi & Fkaay

I speak for that girl who gave it all,
I'm the echo of that voice  desperately needing  to be heard;
The sound of her voice is like thunder,
When the rain falls with no raindrops.
Her face is freckled with love,
Beaming like rays of the sun.
She hides under the shadow of agony,
Afraid to fly without wings.
She limps in pain,
Crawls with dreadful awe to see each day prevail like sunrise shining to reveal the beauty of nature.
She's held captive by her soul,
Absorbed by the scar her own heart inflicts on her.
She's wounded
With lacerations so deep she hides her imperfections in them.
The essence of what used to make her
Gashing  like waterfalls
Running out of honesty,
Courage,spunk and light,
She's bleeding to death;
Embedded in her sorrows and Held hostage by the pains awaiting tomorrow.
She is like a scarred lioness putting up a face,
As she paints her face jolly,
Like the moon she has no light of her own;
The scars of failure attenuate her esteem to zero.
She's desperate for someone to look beyond the fake smile
Yearning to be told
"I see you"
To stop her cries
And heal her heart;
Engulfed and thrust in depression like French fries immersed in fat.
I speak for that girl who gave it all,
I transform her pains to everlasting joys.
Like a joystick, I want her to control her;
Change her mindset,
She's no zero but a hero plus.
She's been contused for a numbered years,
Her soul needs a peaceful slumber.
I'm the  echo of her voice,
It vibrates in the atmosphere making waves,
That she rises up rapidly with a winning streak.
Let her rise,
Allow her to speak,
Let her be,
August as a queen;
A beautiful woman.

©Fkaay&Tandzile 'Tandz'

You Made Me by Fkaay

The animal I am
With nothing but hatred churning and burning from the cauldron situated where my heart used to be
With lucifer and his sons now living inside of me
You destroyed my halo
Destroyed my innocence & left me to the vultures
You made me
See I became this cold apparition before you
This cold wounded symphony that even Beethoven shredders to start

With Greed and desire fuelling this vengeance protruding from my eyes
Devouring all the good that once was. .
Drooling at the pretty skinny short girl
You charged..you made me
Ripped apart the once so sweet stuttering girl and succumbed her to life's reality
Weren't you meant to shield her? Fight for her and with her??

Gone without a trace I can barely remember her face
I see pictures but it seems I have dementia
With all hesitation and stuttering gone
She parades through life destroying all that flashes before her eyes
Like poison ivy her beauty doesn't know what it really is
Im a wandering body with no soul and no heart
No sense of remorse whatsoever
And when I fulfill my quest and stand on your lifeless body
You will know
You made me

©2016,Fkaay

75 Years Of Poetic Silence by Sakhile

His dark skin and grey hair
His wrinkled face and pale hands
His broken smile that pierces deep into aorta
he smiles as if its the last thing left to do

He has a story to tell, and an audience waiting to listen
His eyes, once so bright and sparkling, now teary and
golden brown. They alone tell a quarter of his story
He seeks the courage and determination

For a long time hes been waiting, waiting to tell his story
Waiting to be listened to and applauded, for 75 years he
waited for that pat on the shoulder. For the standing ovation,
He had this hero inside, calm and patient, the hero waited

And today, the long robes of curtains divorced before him
To the sound of a heroic trumpet, the synchronously opened
The look on his face and he saw the hunger in the faces of the people. All there to witness his speech

Finally, he gained the courage to stand. though his legs disagreed
but the aid of his walking stick shot him straight above the spectators. Today he was great. Today he was the Nelson Mandela

For a long time, oppressors had taken his shine. They had
been so cruel he forgot what being a hero felt like. But today poetry set him free. poetry gave reason, gave him meaning

For 75 years, his was not heard. He was not audible to the people. But Poetry, gave it to him

© 2016,Sakhile Simelane "Sakhy"

Inner Thoughts by Sherika

My demons are the sounds I listen to when I sleep.
It's funny how I find comfort in their voices through the night.
The skeletons in my closet are rackling but they are not coming out.
I know I should be scared but fear is far from me.
what really should I be afraid of because the evil is of my doing.
I can't say I was not warned before I touched everything that turned into ash.
My soul is at home in the solitude of my cold heart.
The devil is smiling as he has finally won me.
I will not even fight because the victory is not worth it.
I made my bed, now I shall lay in it...

SHERIKA © 2016

We Matter by Manqoba Man G Ngwenya

'The skin does not define any human'
The dictionary doesn't even mention the word 'skin' as a constituent of the definition of the word 'human'
So tell me why do you even think of skinning me alive
Is it because you see me as a pig meant to be grilled alive
My skin pigment should never make you think of killing me

See I thought all of us were human
Until this hue men; men of color gave me this murder omen
When I give them my beaming smile, they give me a crooked smile
When I welcome them warmly, they give me a welcome so wooden
Now I realise to them, I am this little piggy bank
When they see me, they see money

Hol up, let me bring this matter to the fore with no metaphors
I hate this discriminative attitude you have towards albinos
Our lack of melanin shouldn't make you think less of us like we are bambinos
Hell this melanin that makes you feel more human is a mere lining
So whats the difference? Black/white we all have functional body parts
We both walk the same walk of life coz we are counterparts
So what the hell gives you an idea to put my parts on the counter?

My soul is as priceless as other homosepians
But somehow society has attached a price tag on my soul
You scheme on me and price my body parts through skimming
You label me a veblen good yet I feel so giffen within
You break the law of demand when it comes to me
All for what? Wealth Power
Why not hit the gym to be powerful

Last but not least, ask yourself this question; what is matter?
Matter is anything that takes up space, right?
So why not let me feel comfy in my space cause I matter
See the matter is we matter fact don't know what matters so we overlook the facts of the mater
What matters is you take in matter
I breathe out matter
So why can't you see that we both matter

2016 ©

Dream It Big by Abigail

I'm a woman of my dreams,
some call that being hardcore...
but i dont see anything wrong in being a girl who dedicates and obligates..
And working till my limits.
My dreams are mine to dream and mine to fufill, so stick your nose in how you're gonna get your next meal..
Cuz i aint gon' do it for you
Im too busy finding something tangible to do.
So please call me a nerd and a geek with no social life,
All I know is I'm walking away from life's pain and strife.
And yes I know I might pour myself into school and books,
But its not because I dont have time for ma looks.
Trust me, ma mom freaks out when theres a lil' gloss on ma lips
And its not like I dont have shit to do apart from read, read, read.
I just feel like there's more to me than boys, or parties or even prom night out.
I think I should be able to survive with these things or without.
OK, I'm tired of rhyming I just wanna speak...
but the words have their own mind and refuse to be meek.✍
Aiit, seriously now back to this piece..
I love the way Im nerdy and smart and neat...
for you it might be outta date and kinda old school..
But one thing I'm sure of is that my future's far from doomed...
which is something I can hardly say for most of you.
So c'mon guys, girls;
Pick up your noses from da dirt...
Cuz its not too late to make a change, and help yourself to rate
a 100 on life's scale of deeds;
And do a lotta awesome feats.
Lets stand for something people,
that they might not necessarily like..
But we know its for our future..
and our journey through this life..
So let them call you nerd, pussy or even geek.
At least you'll know you're someone..
whos a person of their dreams.✊

Speak Out by Mlungisi

I'm flipping the pages of your heart-dictionary
I'm just trying to find 'your' definition of love
Because this here sweetheart
Is the golden truth
Listen up; get rich!

Your words used to kiss me; not sting me
Now they are nothing but venom
That when you speak paralyses my spirit.
They pierce to the heart with wrath
And leave it bruised,
They leave a painting called a blue eye.

You're like a man in possession
of a riffle
He's powerful until he let's the
trigger go off.

But let me tell you something
This ends right here; right now.
Because we men also, are
victims
Of gender based violence.

Believe me, I am the voice of
every men
That you've silenced in the name
Of true love.
The words have finally found a
way
To wrestle their qualms
Because I am not afraid to speak
out,
Not anymore!

©Mlungisi Nxumalo
2016

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We Matter by Mlungisi

These voices in my heart are seriously at War
Listen up as I pen my cold addiction
Call it an Enlightenment on this war I'm about to declare.

It's a moment of silence in this loudness of uproars
Government turns a deaf ear to our outcries,
So, we turn speech-impaired?
No.

Here's a letter to this government officials with a thirst for Money
I wrote it, but I'll just let Stammer stutter and stammer
As he climbs up the ladder
Of the speech
So just grab yourself a sit
Honourable what-what.

As the words dance to this beautiful letter I wrote you
I hope you are going to pick
A thing or two.

Firstly, you fabricate threads of promises
Then again you use your actions
As a hammer to break them.
What nonsense is that?
Next term aw'buyeli mfanwam, mncwi!

Seriously, these people are like a pizza man riding on a punctured tyre,
They don't deliver!
For a change we want young people in power!

As Stammer stutters down the ladder of this speech;
Don't forget that you are like a worse symbol
We upgraded you!
The same people that today you shit on.

Mlungisi Nxumalo

Pen That Cold Addiction™
2016©

Is Was by Nicole

Ay am me...
Me is Ay...
Ay pour out my heart when Ay spit on this lines...
Now Ay feel heavy that you now spit on me like Ay never was ...
But Ay was is before was was was...
Now my heart is so hard on me like Ay have seen all that are on heat....
Now Ay wanna bring my life back into is to put it in line...
Now Ay spit on your face like u were the was in this all...
Now Ay am is because was was never defined for who Ay am...
Now Ay go on stronger than ever....
Ay am me...
Me is Ay

©Missy Unique, 2016

Untitled By Nicole

Not that Ay write this cause Ay want but my heart feels very obliged to take it all out ....
Ay feel the urge to emphasize on the emphasis that you emphasized on the day you emphatically emphasised your emphasis...
Now Ay only write to emphasize on a point that was never made clear to me. ...

All Ay really wanna know is that where did it really not go right ....
Or was Ay going left so thus you decided on me and left...
That time you thought you were moving on the right time but unfortunately neither of us was right....
All we were doing we were led by feelings in this film we in called love...
We were in the season of love but nothing came in with the episodes....
Or was Ay on the wrong channel....
Someone please come help and we change the channel...

©Missy Unique,2016

We Matter by Siphosethu

Im a rose among thorns
Ngiyintfombi yaketfu
Silabhalabane sematfumbu aMake
Imbali yeMantungwa
Insulamnyembenti yamake
Ngiyatichenya ngebungimi bami.

Nyatfu! Nyatfu kunyatsela lokungenamkhawulo
Ingani langihambe khona ngishiya luphawo;
Nginyatsela kuzizitele iMelika,
Kuchuche Obama cobolwakhe;
Asho atsi yanyatsela intfombiyakabo!

Impela ngibonga kangikhawuli kulongetulu;
Langakha lelijaha!!
Titfo yimigcishilala wena lowabona teNdlovu;
Hha! Ngete ngacedza!

Ngiwaketfu! Ngingudzadze webanaketfu;
Ngingumnsinsi welakitsi
Ngivumele ke ngichakaze!
Yima kungihlukubeta nami ngingumuntfu kubakitsi!

I am so valuable!
So stop isolating me!
Stop discriminating me!
I am not who you think i am
Im normal just like you.
I need a bright future too
If you matter; i also matter
We matter!

Eveni letfu kanikhombi kusicabangela!
Sesahlala sichucha kuhle kweMhlanga usemantini;
Ngabe ngulelibala yini?

Labasetikhundleni; ngisho ticumama cobolwato,
Bayasihlambalata; batsengisa ngatsi
Kani tsine sitaba-bantfu nini?
Nisibita tinkawu; vele singito kodwa sale nisivela.

Sicela kukhululeka!
Minyaka yonkhe nijuba lilanga leNdiphethe;
Nine nikhululekile; kuthula kubutwa kini,
Tsine ngabe sitsi kuthula nekuhlala kahle;
Nisisukela ngemikhwa netibhamu!
Do you know how much pain you causing to us?
When are we going to get our own independence?
When are you going to know that Albinos matter too?
We Matter!

I matter to my family!
To the world i do;
To my friends i do;
To my future i do;
So if i don't matter to you; just leave me and let me live with my albinism
And accept that it is my right to live;

Ngivumele ngishakate ngekumamatseka;
Ngiyekele ngichakaze ngidzimate ngibhalashe;
Sivumeleni siphile kunye nani;
Uma sibulawa ngini nibaketfu,nitsi siphatseka njani
Setayaphi tinhlitiyo ebantfwini;
Lesibhuku nesibulawela lesingaka sibuyaphi?

Sesihamba sitfuka tanya ngenca yekwesaba;
Sicela emalungelo etfu asebente;
Asihlafuneni ngamhlatsi munye;
Asibumbane kuhle kwelijoti;
Ngoba sonkhe sibantfu ngekulingana
If you matter! I also matter;
So We Matter!!

©Sphosethu khumalo
2016

I'm Back by Sakhile

Im back with a pen in my hand, and its lid between my
Lips, caressed by the biting strokes of my teeth.
Im back to the place where my voice is only heard by
my thoughts
Where my brain merely interprets my feelings and puts
them to paper
Im back where my calvary meets my paradise and they
play dice
Im back to the land where no thoughts go unnoticed,
and no ink goes unfinished
I'm back to the land of poetic justice, where slaves do
exist
Enslaved by the capability of the hand to actually
discover the flow grammar in he head
The prodigal son they say, its only logical I know, but I
have returned
Ngibuye nendvuku yembangandlala my fellow ‘Pen that
thought’ mates
Just like the prodigal son, I have returned, just not
emtee handed
I still return with the skill granted to us by our Great
Father God
Allow me to ‘Pen that thought’.
Allow me to nurse my addiction
Allow me to gain momentum, to undo the fluctuation of
my acrivities
Allow to pen that thought, nurse that thought,
Poetry, Im back

© Sakhile Simelane "Sakhy"
2016

This Is No Poem By Mlungisi

This is no poem
This right here is a peon
Putting her shovels down
Madam won't eat today
I'm putting the tools down.
The irritation that forces its way out of my finger nails
Is the same irritation that will iron madam's clothes today.

Sleep wants me back to bed
I wake up at 4 am everyday, it's bad,
Warm the kids' and madam's water to wash their cruel bodies
They don't want me to cook except in the twilights
When they are back from work and school.

Inadvertently, I once dived into madam's noodles
I drowned in terror as she roared at me,
saying I'm only entitled to soft porridge and left overs.

She doesn't want me to go home
My heart yearns for a day to come
I want to see my family
It's been long now
Madam just foully gives me my loose six hundred
I put it in a kombi and send it home.

Madam sometimes accuses me of sleeping with her husband
Her voice is a brass band
My anger dances to its tunes
As she yells at me.

This is no poem
This right here is a peon
Putting her shovels down
Madam won't eat today
I'm putting the tools down.
The irritation that forces its way out of my fingernails
Is the same irritation that will iron madam's clothes today.

Mlungisi Nxumalo
2016©

Pen That Cold_Addiction™ By Manqoba Man G Ngwenya

With so many creatives around me, do i even need to speak?
This people pen sound words simply with the swivel of a pen
So why should I even speak when they can pen my cold addiction
Why should I even go to party when i can go to their party of diction

Pen that cold addiction is where the heart is
A home for deep thinkers who pen songs with ease
See these poems are tunes of many souls unsung
These poems are loud humming of birds held hostile by moguls
So please let this creatives pen their words rich with courage
To free this doves to flap their wings and escape carnage

With the pen they echo thoughts and emotions
With the pen they weep over souls lost in motion
With the quill they feather the fatherless
For those who lack the gift of the gab, they speak
So please familiarise your eyes with the words of this lunatics
Who moon walk like Michael Jackson in Nike Air Force sneakers

They said actions speak louder than words
But this people I work with go against such a statement
Because they pen statements meant to speak louder than actions
With words they touch souls with touching words
These words of theirs come handy and useful in certain times
Your inner dirt, they clean swiftly like Handy Andy
So kindly visit penthatcoldaddiction.blogspot.com and busk in the words of this creatives I call pen pushers

©Manqoba Ngwenya,2016

Fuck Titles,Read & Digest by Bandile

We could sit all day as I tell you gallons of reasons why I'll always thrive to be the best
Your perceptions of me? I can't do nothing about them except instill an impression to these Olders who are still taking baby steps
Somebody asked me how I got here,I said when you threw stones I used them to move closer to my reverie
Some were also shocked when they heard that I have Idris Elba as my referee
You see?
We could brag about the things we've done for ourselves
But what about them?
How many kids have you sent to school?
Oh maybe that's too much?
What about that kid who considers you as an older
And instead of teaching him how to make money
You teach him how to stare and approach these honeys
Some are as old as his mommy
Tell me it was just some movie trailer
You taught him how to walk and talk
In the meantime he lost respect towards his folks
What the fuck is that?
Brother,what the fuck is that?

Instead of taking him away from prison food
You give him the impression that he's weak if he isn't rude
So he causes havoc around the hood
Boy keeps a magazine
With a bag of green
Under his bed
Yet you call that the grind
I guess your love for him is blind
But this poem should set as braille
Open his eyes
Open his red eyes
And stop feeding him lies
There's no joy as earning legit chips
Most of these Mandems are older
But the sense I got seems to make me the most intelligent
I am trying to be diligent

Violating our sisters with heartbreaks and violence
I see a rise in these stats
And don't you act surprised
We all wanna look cool
She keeps post it notes on her headboard with a mantra
But she is in the verge of disillusion
And you my brother, could've given her a solution
But broke her only sacred part instead
You were only interested if it involves the bed
Now she
Is
Sad
Saying all boys are the same
So she thinks love is a game
She
Bitches and snitches
She tweets this and keeps it
She is fucking tired of playing by the rules
They in turn fuck her up
My sisters got motivational quotes as their profile pictures
But we can't see motivational features
What now?
You blame it on the teachers
You wanna be a steady girlfriend but snitch on us
So you prefer being a side chick instead
You're romantically dead
Too bad
I don't wanna tell you what to do and what not to
Its your life and I got no say in it
But, my aims and focuses are the reason I'm winning
Keep acting like an accident; instead of playing paramedics
I'll take your spot
I have no remorse and I make no mistake about that
Whatever you do;
Make sure your kids will be proud of it
We all have abilities to be the best,
Don't sleep on your own gold mine
There are different types of mining
So
Beware,
You may be sleeping on something that has been extracted long ago
"Underground mining"
And this applies to life in general
Treat your girl like a mistake
We won't miss the take

Give everything your all
At least know you tried!!

-Think about it

©Bandile,2016
Pen That Cold_Addiction

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Nobody Cares by Lisa

Another poem by Nkhanyeti High School student, Lisa

Nobody Cares

I lost my mother at birth.
She let me into this world,a world of pain,hurt,hatred and constant suffering.
It feels like I live in this world alone.
But guess what,nobody cares.
When he took what was very important to me.
I tried to hide my pain but I just couldn't and still they just couldn't care.
Is it me?
Is it my attitude that cuts through peoples souls like a knife and burns their livers like coal?
Am i that bad?
Then why do people care not?
Do you have any idea how much you have hurt me?
How much slits you have made in my heart?
How much it hurts to be me?
Do you even know?!!!!
Don't bother being sorry!!
You're only sorry because I caught you guilty .
I guess you see me as a piece of trash waiting to be thrown.
Who am I kidding....?
You don't even care!
NOBODY CARES!!!!!!!!!
Sad...isn't it?

©Lisa,2016

Depression, Why Not Impression!!?? By Vickie

Pen That Cold_Addiction admires art, more especially addiction to the paper and ink.
Our team has been working hard in schools, unearthing raw talent, people with passion,love,skill and emotions that they vent through poetry and stories.

For a start I bring you a poem by Pen That Cold_Addiction™-Nkhanyeti High School's President Victoria Biswalo

Depression;Why Not Impression!!??

This guy, this imperfect creature.
Putting me to struggle, always in my way.
I try to forget he exists, but he pops up everywhere.
Whenever he is around, I try to get away.
Yet once again, he follows me.
I wish I could disappear, disappear forever. 

This person torments me by looking at me.
Staring as if I am some kind of double deck cheese burger.
Finding someone to share my feelings with was as risky as hurting this guy's feelings.
I wish for a moment, just one moment, he could forget about me.

Sometimes I regret my beauty, I regret my kindness... in my head, he is dead to me.
But for him to live, he needs me.
I am the one who keeps his heart pumping, I am the light of his world, I am the source of all riches to him.
I am the reason I am depressed.
I am the one who keeps me stressed.
I need to impress myself, I need to kill myself.... i mean no harm to him. I am harming myself by being alive. Please take my life.
I'm tired of this tirade.
This tirade you call life.
I want to be free.
Next to you.
Where I belong.
Away from depression.
And close to impression.......

©Vickie,2016

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She Lied By Paths

We were deep in love at one point in time
She was all I thought about
My paradise existed not without her presence she was my everything
Until the day she lied
Lied about me lied about us
All my dreams and fantasies were but fruit of her devious lips
From her heart through her trachea and out through the cage of her teeth
She let out those treacherous words
With unbearable effects
She broke not only my heart but all I lived for
Just because she lied.
I was her Romeo and her my Juliet
Well that was until it became a mere memory
With words she gave me something to fight for, something to cherish ... Our endless love
Flawless in every way well that was until she told me she lied about me and her
Being together for all eternity
It was all a big fat lie
And that was when I died
The day she uttered the words
"It was all a lie"

©Paths, 2016

My Handsome Fantasy by Paths

It's 4 am in the morning
Still tossing and turning
His, is the image stuck on my retina
His voice sounding in the inside of my ears
I can't sleep I can't imagine another minute without seeing his face in front of me
I vividly remember his arms around my waist from my behind
The way his whispered his vows in my ear
I tremble not in fear but amazement when I think of his soft skin against mine
Happiness pops up like an erupting volcano when I think of my love for him
His smile so crystal and bright
Not only reflecting but also perfecting the rays of the sun
He has become my very own source of light
For it is not right for man to be alone
Hence I am dragged by his sweet fragrance
Attracted by his handsomeness and lost in his amazing heart filled to the brim with 'overflowing' love
His mine I recite in my heart through the cold night

....................................

Oh snap its 7am I'm late for school

©Paths, 2016

Psychopath Vixen By Manqoba 'Man G' Ngwenya

U say u will love her for ever but do u know forever is ever rough
For Eve, Adam had to sacrifice himself to spread the love
Love a lady and she'll act like a lad with an ex searching for Y
Y do we tend to love the people who hurt us and hurt those who love us
See we tend to tend to thorny roses that rouse unexplainable emotions
Knowing very well that a hoe is meant for weeding out weeds
We put ourselves in the line of fire, getting high of the love the heart bleeds
What hope is there in loving a hopeless person
Unless he/she is a hopeless romantic
Of what gain is it to love someone who frequents a bar?
That's just useless bargaining
Because somehow u gain bars that end up making u a spiritual barren
U watch her get drunk of the booze and u drown in hundred boos as u lose your dignity trying to offer yourself a truce
You see behind closed doors is a door clause that says never open up
To some everyday is the 25th bcoz they feel Christ must(Christmas) save them
They die so slowly trying to illuminate thoughts of a chandelier specialist
She came a long way but she somehow went the wrong way
The short of it is she never gets short of shot filled thoughts
All she thinks about is rocking shot shorts over her jelly ass
Ladies no longer get jealous of her jelly ass bcoz she's an ass to everyone
A rose no longer? A horse no stronger than the lows of a goner
Its time she aborts the pregnant cloud of tears behind her eyes
She no longer falls asleep but fall for peeps who never peek into her soul
She rocks and roll in bed tryna tell her brain not to play that rock n roll
She for sure fell from the ceiling to the floor way below the equilibrium price
Her priceless soul she sold for more than a milli back when she was a sophomore
This days all that she does is have casual sex
Casual sex in the sense that the boys only pay 2 cents
She spins around on the chandelier just so she could feel like her world is being spun around
She fails to shun the liar who led her astray when she was homeward bound
She falls victim to getting cursive curses from blessers who promise pipeline blessings
When they line the pipe and push in, she no longer feels a thing coz her virginal doors are wide open
She wants to stop living like this but she just can't
Her life is twisted coz that's how she styles her hair
She can truly attest to the fact that 'life is a bitch'
Bcoz she is a victim of a bitch spirit that has a strong hold on her
So she just goes around pollinating polluted minds
She no longer cares about the stigma of being labelled a bitch
She simply smokes weed and shoots for the moon like a pistol
But when she comes down, her world also comes tumbling down
Her world of evil systems and legions comes crushing down
Snaky thoughts start to sneak into her already poisonous mind
Making her feel like Medusa

©Manqoba Ngwenya 2016

We're Legends Now-Lwethu & Bandile

We're Legends Now

Bandile
Look where we walk; they tracing us
They got weary when they tried to pace with us
He hates me, his girlfriend digs my work
My work on everyone's mind like 2015 & twerk
Naah, momma had pride
My girl can't call it pride anymore
They call it "legendary manifesto"
We never put money first though
Cause these kids shouldn't get the wrong perception
They should know life isn't about lust, swag,shiny chains & tiny brains
Its about thriving to be the one these kids look up to
We graduate from nothing to something
Haters called us something now we that thing
Cause we don't care how high we are, we're scuba diving
Looking at the world at an aerial view
This thing start with you
You wake up and pen that cold addiction
They call it craziness,I call it
Passion
We're legends now!

Lwethu
Creativity is our main forte.
That's why we're constantly penning down pieces like this one right here.
It's a cold addiction.
An addiction used for expression to guarantee freedom from oppression.
We're legends now!
You and I have attained legendary  status.
That's why I'm not afraid to confess that I have an addiction to breathing life unto words.
I'm a creator, like The Most High, because I was made in His image.
We humanize our pieces, to the extent that readers can feel every breath that these pieces try to take as they are brought to life, by these gifted hands of ours.
We're legends now!

Bandile
They
Tried blurring out pedigrees
How can you act cold on a 100 degree?°
We fire flames
Bolting out like Usain, switching lanes
Our friends, they proud of us
Parents smile for us;
Sometimes you gotta touch so many things simultaneously like an Octopus
Give us till October
Pen That Cold Addiction will be doper
I bet my balls on that

Legends now!!

#Lwethu
#Bandile

©2016

My Strife-Paths

My Strife

Its dark all dark
I turn to the left and to the right
And all I see is
Poverty striking me down
I'm fighting a battle I think I'm gonna lose
Devil and his friends got me playing duck duck goose
One minute its amazing and fruitful
The next I'm back to my poverty stool
As I take a seat on the hardened sheet of thermo plastic
I tend to think about my dying life
I'm falling apart the devil got me good
I'm wondering about
Staring at moon in the sky
Asking the question why Lord why me
Is this how my life is supposed to be
Is the eternity you promised me
Are these the plans you got for me???
Lord I'm confused why me

Just when I think its over
When I hang my gloves, throw in the towel to admit defeat
My king rises like one from deep sleep
The lord of hosts opens his mouth
To let out a mighty roar of hope
With his outstretched arm
He turns my life around
Before my very eyes his wonders are made manifest
From the desert of hatred and pain
I've become a valley of joy and peace
He came to my rescue like superman on a mission
His attention on me and his passion my own
Hence I say I know the lord never forgets his own
Like David the king out of my lips flows my redemption song
As the lion of Judah roared
My joy was restored
My life adored once more
At the brink of giving up
He appeared and saved my life
He came and took away my pain
And the scars of my 'endless' strife

©Paths, 2016

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Pregnant With Inevitable Offence

Pregnant with inevitable offence.

One minute I had conceived happiness, hence,pregnant with joy,
The next minute it was a morning sickness with an intense distaste, joy did not commence in the morning as I endured delight in the night.
I looked at my tummy bulge with ignominious shame, it reminded me of how fucked up Joseph was to realise his strange fruit was known.
Though I find courage to walk in the light of day and fear none whatsoever, I know he knew me before I was formed.
One minute I'm religious, that God is great and deserves all praise, the next I'm realistic, my mind is all over, I think religion is for masses but mysticism is for me. That the whole bible is just an allegory,
With too many perspectives and shit.
One minute I'm a lady picky with her food, with a sweet voice and a good walk,the next minute I'm gobbling a loaf of bread like three men in one body,greeting with handshakes in Tupac's voice.
One minute I am in love, beautifully, I think he is the one. He gives me a cutaneous sensation of some sort. The next, it's just a circle, he'll leave me anyway and I'll be back to heartbreak like I haven't had enough.
Are we tailored for pain and remorse, embroidered with gloom and calamity?
Are we the hopeless generation; set apart from Noah's ark, he was righteous with an elevated noble spirit;
But out here are fucked up souls, hungry for power and pussy,
Lost and confused,
Unbelieving believers,
Its all fucked up and not funny.
We've waited for 2000 and more years for the messiah,
They said he was coming, I don't know about it, its sounds like procrastination to me.
I don't believe the bible true,
But I know God is there and I'm waiting to hear the sound of his voice, I only hope it doesn't feel like my conscience screaming.
One minute, I'm all saved and free, the next I believe I'm all righteous but I remembered how that self justification deal of ' no condemnation' turned a pastor into a pimp,
A youth mentor into an alcoholic. They were duped, we all duped.
I'm pregnant with ideas and philosophy,
I struggle with religion against reality. I hate to cause offence, but its inevitable as I am depleted of strength each day I say nothing.

©2016
Tandzile 'Tandz'

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This World By Bandile & Temple [Transcript]

This World though
But let's talk about it

Bandile
Out there
There's a person who just hates you
I mean he doesn't know why, but whenever he sees you he just wanna say 'fuck you'
I know it sounds rude
But its true
When my high school friends heard that I'm from Siteki
They didn't expect me to wear a takkie
They thought I only knew chicken and beef not Turkey
These guys had a stereotypical perception of me
I wish I could go back, give them a clap and say 'dude we're intellects'
There's this thing called TV and internet

You see,this world is cold
Parents are shaking in their boots praying for their angels to reach 22 without pregnancies
Guys have made impregnating little girl a tendency
I mean, you sometimes find a 16 year old with a baby on the back and one who's still crawling
And I'm like who are we proving wrong
Whose record are we breaking?
Perhaps they told you having a kid is dope
So some have in their balls to be a broke father
Some tell them to abort
But if they don't, they're not involved

This world is full of mothers who are still teens
Yet we expect the kids to be intellects
When their mothers haven't figured yet
What it feels like to be twenty
Yes twenty
Check the bar, its empty
Our brains are filled with sex and Emtee
Emtee won't pay the bills
So empty
The jinxed thoughts and think beyond now
Through childish aims,
This world will be filled with safe games
Which lead us to success
Girls need to start forcing these boys to use condoms
Since y'all can't abstain
And don't let him explain
Its your life, say that and exhale
We need leaders in the next gen

To women,
Bandile loves you
Take care of yourselves!!

Temple
People now stare themselves in the mirror,
Admiring their horror.
Loving their moral
  -less selves.
They no longer stack the treasures on higher shelves
But they let lose the gold to Bens and Elves
And then turn to hens:
Laying an egg today And another the next.

In this rotten world you can never be the best
Lest,
you follow the rest,
Become the "baddest"
In the process
confusing that with being the smartest.
That's dumb!

They had never seen a straight girl till they saw me come;
Till they never saw me succumb
To the high pressures and dirty deeds.
All I did was to cloth glory like a band of colorful bids.
So they never doubted my potential,
Just theirs, exponential
  -ly.

Women need to be graceful,
Mesmerize these men but still be a handful.
Be mindful,
Of these vultures and creatures
Which know not of the scriptures.

To the men,
You are weak,
Until you are meek.

©Cold_Addiction™2016
Temple ™
TheMostCreative™

She Says She Loves Me Part II By Bandile

The first time I saw her
She was walking as if her footsteps questioned the ground of its purpose.
And she's beautiful,
Like sometimes I'd be stuck on her grin and the orchestra in her voice
She has violins in her eye lashes
An acoustic guitar on her belly
Her mouth has a mix tape registered under the record label called 'lies'
But she says she loves me

I doubt she played the puzzle game while young because the way she answered me
It showed that she had no experience in choosing the right words
Yet she says she loves me
So I understand and I blame it on her childhood
And then I ask her to at least think before she talks
To at least think before she does something
Because I love her
And she says she loves a nigga

So she visits me whenever she misses me
I smile whenever she pisses me
Off
Because I love her
Like sometimes she'd cheat and I'd forgive her because they say 'love is patient'
Even after cheating, she'd cheat with  a cheater
For heaven's sake,this girl is a cheetah
She's quick to forget,
Not because she likes to
But because keeping things is something she can't do
But I love her
So I'd sit her down,
Tell her that I love her
And with her I wish to settle down
But she'd continue backstabbing me and come back to sing the same fucking irritating song
She'll say she loves me

My mind will be filled with millions thoughts
Legs will attract with the magnet afar from her so I start drifting away
From this girl who's a museum of pain
And my mouth will overflow with doubts and questions
Like
How can you love someone and not show it?
How can you say you love someone and not listen to that person?
Aren't you supposed to be a team
Talk things through instead of being a laboratory of heartbreaking experiments
But she says she loves me

Then she shouts at me
Like 'wasn't the sex proof enough that I love you!!?"
I'd say that's where you're wrong boo
Love isn't about you moaning and me groaning
Its about us bonding, us growing
From stammering to saying boldly
From reading a sentence to a paragraph
Love is about taking your slack and claim it as mine
And hope that you will alter your ways
But instead you master your traits
You find new ways to break my heart
New ways to stab my bleeding back
Yet you say you love me

I never whimpered,
I never stood in your doorstep and told you how close I am to the brink of insanity
How many times i wrote that breakup message and delete it
Since you'd promise to change
And its been months since I last heard your voice
But poetry has filled that void
You never listened to my poetry
You never watched me as I strip myself on the microphone
And I love those,
But I still loved you, without doubts
You'd cheat and I'd trust you
And my love will not alter
Because it was real

No matter what happened
I never did something that'd break you
I wish you'd be saying that now
I need a break too
I'm sick of all the fake apologies
I was hoping you'd start speaking like me
Dine you and you'd one day eat like me
I was wrong
A fool like me can't force a chameleon to change it's colours
But you're always in my prayers
Pleading God to keep you safe from players
For you deserve love,
You're broken, and love is the only thing that can fix you
I miss you
It's not even an issue
I'll always do
But I can't let you break another tissue
Of my heart
I love you
And don't say you love me unless you mean it
Unless you mean it

©TheMostCreative ™
2016

Weep With Me by Bonsile Kunene

Today I acknowledge that I am a fallible being.
Susceptible to error and imperfection.
Today I am enshrouded in the colour of the night.
From my face, a thick vail of sorrow hangs.
Remove me from the stares of my foes for they shall rejoice in my fall.
Where my heart once palpated with passion is an abyss of throbbing, crippling sense of injustice.
Fairness lives.
In fairytales.
Justice is indeed blind.
Today I mourn for the violent crashing of a long carried dream.
Today I weep bitterly for the loss of a baby who did not see the dawning of a new day.
She did not stand a chance against the giants who were already up in arms in a warfare preset in her preconception.
They staked claim of her innocence long before she gasped in oxygen.
They stalked in the stealth of the night,
Their beady, greedy eyes darting lustfully over her pristine form.
They devoured her whole, the moment she crowned.
For they hoped her light might remove their black.
Today I down my armour.
Flail your flags half-mast and weep with me.
Down your arsenal and halt your armada.
Take a moment and mourn her fall.
I will be strong tomorrow.
I will get back into the thick of it tomorrow.
I shall rise like a phoenix.
But first,
I must burn.
© Bonsile Kunene 2016

Untitled By Junior

I should have appealed when she said not out
I could have taken that extra mile
Prove just how much I loved her
Who could have thought my efforts would be in vain
That all my hard work would bring nothing but pain
Day after day I used to think about her
Write poems and even talk about her
I'd sit around daydreaming about our perfect day together
The day we become official
The day I'd take her to be my one and only
After so much planing and dreaming
I failed to secure a front row seat in the show of her marvelous life
Had I known I'd meet a dead end
I would have saved myself the trouble
The endless thoughts
And the countless smiles I gave each time I too a glance at her gorgeous body
I never knew love was this taxing.....

By Junior,2016©

Holes by Man G

Holes bore my heart as I whole-heartedly love her

My soul sails out in the night time only to be with her

Maybe she never notices but my emotional osmosis is common bliss

Whenever her smile glitters in the mist of my dreams I know this is photosynthesis

Picture perfect as a perfect picture of a perfect creature

You shall forever be the amnesia of my misery filled repercussion

Make me shoot for the stars with ur eardrum provoking voice like a percussionist

Telescope my inosphere shocked head and make me no more a pessimist

Ignorance is bliss but a fool I am to dwell in ur ignorance

I am not so ignorant to never notice the stares u give me in ur presence

Love to me is no longer a distant dream but a vision that resides in the mere thought of u

My heart murmus and whispers soulful ballads whenever I get near u

You are the atrosphere of my lithosphere ; truly a spheriform

Please let me invade your privacy and measure ur curvature like a spherometer

Let me annexe upon ur annexe structure like a Pirate

I'll keep ur goals near my left ventricle And soothe away ur pain like a Pie Rat

My KingSize Bed longs for the presence of a Queen well sculptured as you

My Lonely heart longs for love as perfect and sweet as the nectar I smell off u

I know u can spin my world around more than a twirlwind voetex

An anemometer can barely quantify the waves of emotion that cloud my textual context

With that said

Let me no longer counterplate

About me and u at the alphagate

Please let me propragate

My feelings unto ur cobalt sulphate

So that my diamond thoughts of u can reside in a proper place                                                                           © Manqoba Ngwenya (Man G) 2016

To The Girl Who Introduced My Jaw To The Floor[Lwethu &Bandile]

Lwethu
The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, my jaw was instantly introduced to the floor.
The sight of this angel that I saw before me, made me miss a step.
As a result, I tripped and fell face first into some feelings.
Feelings I’ve never had before, but thoroughly enjoyed how it felt when they rubbed softly against my skin.

Bandile
Perhaps this poem will sound like a graveyard of my feelings because back then I never got the chance to write an obituary to the love i had for you.
I wish my poem could be three years long so I could go back there.
Grab you by your hand and tell you how your smile toured me to space
Your eyes were like glass.
And your feet grew lips and whispered sweet nothings to me.

I just can't bring to life the aura that came like a swash, undertook my confidence and I fell for you.
You hadn't uttered a single word to me.
For God's sake you hadn't made me listen to the Orchestral band inside your mouth.
And your teeth,looked like gates of heaven.
A place I've been fantasizing about.

Lwethu
Before meeting you, I always made sure to never trip and fall in the presence of a beautiful woman, lest I fall into some feelings.
I always make sure to never catch feelings and that’s why I tried to swiftly brush them off, immediately after you left.
Seems like you left your finger prints all over my heart, because I could swear that after you left, I caught cupid, dancing around it.
These feelings that I fell into, seem to have stuck to me like glue.

I guess that’s why you’re stuck to my mind.
Vanessa is what your parents named you, right?
Right now I’m contemplating about what needs to be done and what this means for me.
This is a whole new thing for me.
I always manage to brush off any feelings that stick onto my robes and heart, without any problems.

These feelings that I have caught for you however, voluptuous Vanessa, are quite persistent.
I think maybe cupid has shot me straight in the heart, with his bow and arrow and that’s why these feelings refuse to go away.
Cupid must be playing some kind of twisted game, because, normally I’m not one to easily trip and fall into some feelings.
I have this warm tingling sensation in my stomach, sort of like there’s butterflies in there.

Bandile
Perhaps you felt the same way,
Maybe my poetry changed to a ball and danced inside your chest whenever the teachers asked to me to recite
But then, you forgot about me
Maybe you miss me,
How we'd flirt in front of your boyfriend and blush for me instead of him
Some days you'd turn into a feine, I'll come ask for more
But truth is, I was afraid to speak
And you couldn't break society's rule and make the first move.

I always envisioned how I'd kiss you five times a day.
I bet your boyfriend barely compliments you like I used to.
I bet he kisses you once___in a week.
But he won cause he did something I couldn't do.
He told you how he felt,even if it wasn't the truth.
Something I couldn't do.
I'm just a foolish dude
That's the cold truth

Lwethu
Could it be that cupid has chosen to make me his next victim?
Could this be one of those rare cases of true love at first sight?
Or could it be another severe case of infatuation, mistaken for true love?
Only time will tell, I guess.

©PenThatCold_Addiction™

Well They Think They Know Me By Jahlil

They think they know me,
Amidst the pain that I've seen.
I'm still surrounded by it
Clowded by judgement,
And encompassed in darkness.
My strength is, of course, my silence.
I box words to the sweet melodies of violins,
And these poems are just chronicles of the violence.

Me? I'm not CliffSinister or Jahlil,
Or Prometheus, or Dr. Sin.
I'm not the DertBag or the man I see in the mirror.
I am my character and my deeds,
My will and my spirit.
I am not this carcass that will decompose and cease to exist.
I am everlasting,
Stretching the bounds of immortality
And stealing an occasional glimpse of infinity
With my meditations.

They think they know me
While even I still wonder who I be.
Is it the questions that define me?
The why's, the who's and what's
How's and when's.
The human race, living life like I'm switching lanes.
Its amazing, the energy rush of finally discovering who I am,
Or rather, finally deciding to discover who I am.
I'm Prometheus, banished from my own land
To a new realm of pain.

© ThaPoetJahlil™

I Am By Junior

I am divine
I am designed and sanctified by his grace
I am his image
I say this not to impress
For in the beginning man he formed
Man and woman created he them
Glory fell short as Adam grew older
Wiser they say is he who comes
Comes with his mindset attuned to the Glory of the king
The king who brags not about bling
He speaks and his word protrudes forth like the sting
The sting the sting of a wasp
It comes quick and is deadly
And can definitely drive one crazy
selah...

That is my God my father my root my mother
He is as I am
Or I am as he is
For after his image and likeness was I formed
I am his epitome of glory
I am his valuable splendor
I am an over comer ...a victor
I am his creation I am his son
Yes I am....
©Paths, 2016

Feeling By Nicole(Missy Unique)

I have a feeling...
I have a feeling way deep in side of me...
Deep where my guts can also not hold...
I really don't even really know what this feeling is...

I have a feeling...
I have a feeling that makes me smile and laugh...
It keeps me joyful  and ever in excitement...
Ey i just said i have a feeling...

I have a feeling...
I have a feeling that wets my eyes and pillow all year round...
This feeling i really cannot contain within...
It gushes out as fast as water...

I have a feeling...
This feeling uplifts my amplitude in all directions...
All laws of gravity are defeated with this feeling...
Cause I always seem to go up and never come down...
Soar up;
Sky high,
Like a bird this feeling makes me fly!

I have a feeling...
It leaves me restless all day and night...
It creates in me utmost energy and also destroys...
It defeats all laws of energy in my world...

I have a feeling....
It kicks away all emotions...
Keeps me sane until the sun goes down...
It keeps me silent also till the sun comes up...

I have a feeling....
Ey i have no clue what it is...
Cause science failed to define it too...
Or must i say I'm an archaic myth too...

I have a feeling...
The feeling is that...
Ay 'I' am me...
Me is I...
Do or say whatever
To me
Fact shall always remain that...
The feeling is only felt by Ay...

©Missy Unique, 2016

Lwethu-First Cut Is The Deepest

First cut's always the deepest.
Too deep for a band aid solution.
That's why to this day I'm still slowly bleeding out.
Out of sight, out of mind is how this whole break up game is played, right?
Still not out of blood though.

My death  is inevitable.
It's  only a matter of time before the last drop of blood falls to the ground and the ground opens up to swallow my feeble human corpse.
I blame cupid for this mess that I'm  in.
If he hadn't  decided to use my heart for his target practice, I wouldn't be in this mess.
If cupid had kept his Pinocchio like nose, out of my nose, I wouldn't be here.

Here I am now, slowly dying, as a result of cupid's inability to mind his own business.
Business as usual is how cupid went on about, after Maxine, cut me deep.
I still remember the feel of that dagger against my skin, as she pierced me in the chest, leaving a virtually impossible to fill void, in my heart.
Miss right, is what I used to call to her, because she seemed to be everything I'd  ever wanted in a woman.
No wonder I'm  still trying to find her in every woman I meet.
I'm continuously hoping and praying that all these women that I keep on dating, will feel this void that Maxine left, when she cut me deep and left a hole in my heart.

It's funny how she cut me deep and yet my imbecilic  heart still beats for her.
She was the very first woman to break my heart and shatter my dreams of a golden future time, for us two, but I still don't  love her any less.
I guess cupid's arrow must have hit the bull's eye as far as I'm  concerned, but missed wildly, as far as Maxine's concerned.
I'm deeply concerned for the next woman to fall deeply in love with me, because I'm too damaged physically and emotionally, to love her as much as she wants, needs and deserves me to.

©LWETHUE, 2016

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