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
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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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