Fundi:The Tide of My Feelings

They are drawn from the movement of my thoughts, the tide of my feelings.😔
The periodic rise and fall of the waters(tears) of my eyes produced by the attraction of the pains and hardships i face every 24 hours.
Close to feeling tall, almost a free fall. I was made of chance. And when the colors bled,the feeling of fear unmet in my relationship.
Lost and confused,i felt the onslaught...very fierce and destructive.
I couldnt think i can make it work, i still doubt i could.
The thought of being a mum and a dad to my baby kills me slowly everyday.
He left me to face the troubles of having a baby alone, how do i cope?
The tide of my feelings are mixed, each day rising from joy to rage...
At times crying myself to sleep,i wonder how do i move past all this?
So many unaswered questions arise...
Why is life so unfair? Why on me??
I struggle with my feelings and the tide of my feelings dont allow me to forget my troubles... not with a chance...😔

@Fundi Popat

Elami: 'Joseph'

*'Joseph'*

An image emerged from the door, tall and blocking the light behind it,with each step he took closer her sight became clearer and right there before Mary stood a young man, who had the crude ability to change the temperature of the air and the magic to birth bugs in her belly.from the distance he had narrowed his eyes that seemed to read words even in the unwritten, so she held her chest to hide the pages that we're suddenly being engraved in her heart, words of a sonic and her larynx expanded a bit, tempted to sing, the melodies of love.

She  swore she felt the walls grow tense and her cardiac organ rustled at how tight her surroundings had  become. Who was this god causing such commotion by his mere presence.?
She soon found out he was the son of the actual God, as introductions echoed between them, in that moment she thought how more perfect could creation ever be.

'Hi' with a smile that only ran halfway through,she smiled back to complete it and responded accordingly as he joined in on the topic he heard the two girls speak about.
He said a few words and out of the well of his mouth poured  the gold of his mind.He was a ravishing Adonis,she couldn't get over it,in all his simplicity he had cobbled an orphan of love and rebuilt the walls of its temple within her.
Her palms felt wet and her knees almost weak to the ground, she had to leave quick or her emotions would crawl up to her sleeves,and openly wear her embarrassment.

He was so real but he seemed to have walked out of a book and booked the whole void in her heart.He filled it with so much hope,hope that she would see him again one day, perhaps she would be prettier then and fit the image of this knight.

Sleep missed her that night she closed her eyes for a little while, but even then her dreams swelled with images of him. Over and over she replayed her best part of the scene.When Mary left with her friend she looked back for a final glance at him and there he was, waiting for her head to turn and that's when she knew new poems were coming up soon, a chance to author love at first sight.

Christmas bells lingered every where that season. Mary wrote for Santa and prayed to God, perhaps the depiction of the virgin name would VIP her post and grant her wish. She didn't even have to pray about it, seeing him again was inevitable,this time she would be expectant and totally in control of whatever it is that happens to her....

©Elami_M

Tema: Boy With A Guitar

I don't know your name so I'll refer to you
as the boy with a guitar..
From across the room you capture my attention,and draw it like a sketch
I'm sure the police are on your trail
For you robbed me off my breath;
Yes, boy with a guitar you left me breathless
But don't stress I don't want it back
For it is restored with every motion you make to
Pluck on those strings;
See I'm puppet to your strings

I've never seen nor heard anyone play so good
Never have I met someone who could sweep me
Off my feet so swiftly like I was some dirt lying on the floor
You break down all my defences as if they were paper
Without even uttering a single word
Or making the slightest move
It must be the way you pluck on those strings
And synthesise such a nice melody only angels could compose
So tell me, where you hiding your wings at?
because looking at you a see an angel, a cherub
Boy, you've got me hypnotised
Truly I'm traumatised and literally crying for
All the days I lived without knowing you.

From across the room, your face bent on your guitar
Your lashes cast over your milk white eyes
I can feel you looking at me
I can feel your eyeballs caressing my flesh
From my head, to my face, down my neck to my collarbone
And all the way to my toes;
I can feel your eyes penetrating mine
To look right into my soul.
But I take a look at you and your face is cast down
You are not looking at me....
But at your guitar which you hold on to so tenderly as if
Your next breath depends on it
Well it seems mine does depend on it. ...

It must be the music protruding from between
Your graceful fingers and the strings
That make me feel our souls intertwine
Look, I haven't taken any wine
yet here I am feeling a little bit tipsy.
It's the sounds you compose, they make me lose
My composure and posture
The music you produce got me high
On another cloud of emotion
Oblivious to all the commotion
Around us
Since already I picture us on the mountain peak
where our souls do none but speak and break
The silence hanging thick in the air between us
From across the room, beneath the music.

From across the room I watch how your long,tender fingers
Pull and brush on your golden brown guitar
And I lose my train of thought as I wonder
How they'd feel on my melanin soaked skin,
How they'd brush my hair from my face to behind my neck
Or how they would cup my face-
Oh boy you and your guitar  got me thinking things I never used to
but for you I'm willing to get used to
Because nothing has ever touched me so intimately
As your music;
I'm puppet to your strings.

At this point I want to leave my chair, and find my way across the hall to you
I want to know if it's your guitar or just your hands
or if it's your soul after all,
Telling me of the wonders of love
See my friend heard love was a planet
So she took a trip there
But for me I think i know love is you;
Love is only you, boy with a guitar
So please make my heart glitter
And play once more for these butterflies to flutter
In eternal mad ecstasy...

©Tema

Fragments of a broken heart: Hlubana

"Hello hello this is Hlu's remaining heart station over...!!!"
"I repeat! This is Hlu's remaining heart station reaching out, over!"
"Mylove do you read me, im reachin out from this empty space
Where it once was a station of our love, once upon a time in space.
"Im reachin out seekin for the lost frequencies after that explosion which left my heart broken, everytime when I hope I might still have a chance,
"If you can hear me, callin out your name, my Precious love please do reach out to me, would you take a glance?
These pieces are causing trouble to my face,
"This mess
'I know nobody is to blame for that flame set ablaze
And blew it all the very instance when I enjoyed the dance,
"Its you I miss
As im still holdin on the last fragment of what was once my heart.
"Once was the station of our love once upon a time in space..."

"Sometimes I feel lik im nolonger the same,
Sometimes it feels like im going insane,
When I sometimes see you even if you not there  .
"My heart is like an unadministered territory,
It doesn't look friendly yet one can tell, behind it theres a story.
"It is like a abandoned village, the ruins having your signature
It looks creepy and haunted.
"But maybe we can still work something out from it,
Maybe we can make it habitable again.
Maybe we can still try again,
Bby maybe I can still call u my baby again."

"Hello this is your long lost lover reachin out for you, over!"

"So far the debris of my heart aid me with cover,
The blast didnt  mean it was over
"May you find it in you to realise that still you're my lover,
I promice, never will I break your heart, again I will never."
"This is me trying to find the lost frequencies to your heart.
Each day I try to fix, part by part.
Never was it in my plans to be set apart."
"Im reachin out from the remains of my heart,
The fragments of my heart"

©HLUBANA