My Last Ink by Zizwe The Poet

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

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

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

©ZIZWE_THE_POET

Shattered by Nkulie

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

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

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

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

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

©Nkullie

Phoenix by Jahlil

Phoenix

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

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

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

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

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

©RasJahlil2017