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