Anonymous
Bleed
It seems a sin to have loved,
A choice taken without thought,
The feelings I have caught,
A lesson I am taught.
Is it wrong to love?
To wait for your chance to b in love?
I have seen so many come and go,
Only u cud get me up when I was feeling low.
My heart bleeds to see you smile,
Cause i have no influence in your new found happiness.
I could say you my pillar of strength,
Even though you strengthen someone else,
Is it wrong to fight for what is mine?
Or should I know where to draw the line?
I regret not making the most of my time with you
Now my heart bleeds for you
Thapelo Chauque
Something
I don't know what to call it, I don't know if i should call it. It wants me to fall in, this something I cant explain. At times its so plain, the feeling rushes through ma heart and I forget the existence of pain. I think its all because of this dame, this damsel I cant seem to grasp, her presence makes me gasp, everyday I sit and wait, wen she talks about someone else I just hate. Its plain that love is all I feel for her, I don't know how to express it to her. I still remember the smell of her hair, I smell her scent from time to time. I miss the time our love was in its prime, when it wasn't a crime to try to make her mine.
I curse the day she decides to come back to me, she might symbolize a part of me I lost to her. I'l always feel something for her, something I cant quite articulate in the right way. This something I feel for her, makes me grateful she can at least look my way.
Tania Moeng
Harder days
These days are hard
Children live on the streets
And the youth worrying about their next fix
We live in fear of the disease
And our young brothers have ceased to exist
For AIDS has taken over the streets
We are young
And have so much power
But our mindsets won't allow us
To stand up and kill the VIRUS
Cause we are so wrapped up in senseless things
We forget the important thing
These days are hard
When the STATE is unable to govern
And people have taken to the streets, WEAPONS
To cause destruction and bring attention
To the things the GOVERNMENT has not seen
Is it really a sin?
To use what you know best to say your mind
These days have been hard
Everyone must have a part
Then we'll know we are taking a step forward
That's making harder days a thing of the past
These days are hard but are we not tired?
Of living hard
When we know we can leave it all behind
LJ Lattrel
KUTLOBOTLHOKO: A POEM DEDICATED TO PAIN
KUTLOBOTLHOKO ga o batlege, o sera sa pelong yame
o imela o so o beiwe mo sekaleng
KUTLOBOTLHOKO you are te reason wy ke fella mabyaleng
ke sa bo tshele ke bo gashaka gore ke sa boela mathateng
KUTLOBOTLHOKO ke wena lebaka la gore ke nne kele mongwe
basadi ba tshaba le go mpha dipelo tsa bona kagonne ba itsi gore o phela ole teng
ga nkitla o tlogela Lethabo a thaba
o phela o mo siya ka dikeledi
KUTLOBOTLHOKO ga o tlhomphe le nako, keresmose valentine le di easter wena o phela o gatella batho
baratani bana le batsofe
wena gao kgetholle
KUTLOBOTLHOKO o ntseyetse mosadi o neng ke morata
wa mo isa nageng gore a fetoge sematla
a phele a tauwe a sasanka lekeishene lotlhe a batlana le lerato , lethabo le phomolo
KUTLOBOTLHOKO tsatsi le re kopanang ke tlo go kopantsha le lebitla,
written by a man with regrets.
never let pain determine you choices because those choices determine your future
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4 comments:
Hmm!! Is this a true story??
Yep it is a true story!!
It's too deep.
Punch full
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