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

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Kute nengedzama.
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Lomhlaba ungihlamukile.

Babe angimati
Ngete ngamfanisa ngisho nekumfanisa
Make waphekeletela bokhokho,
Bese avele akhokhobele ke noko,
Ngasala ngiyinhlwa
Inhlwa lengenatimphiko,
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YEHHENI!!
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Nengcondvo iseyemtfwana
Netento tisetekuntfwanata
Konkhe kubuntfwana
Ngeke ngikhone kumelana nalomhlaba wetimanga
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Ungetulu kwemandla
Lulwimi lwawo angilucondzi,
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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