Poetry

“All poetry comes from life itself; as obvious as that may seem, it still confuses many. If you find yourself unable to write examine your life.”

—Tshombe Sekou

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No Words

Whether you like it or not, your life revolves around him.

He asks you to sit, you sit.

He asks you to wait, you wait.

You enjoy this level of control, because to you, he cares.

His every minute calls, constant texts and effortless words remind you that he is there.

It’s too late.

You love him.

You love him because he makes you laugh, he is witty, he is smart,

You tell yourself that he wasn’t always like this,

He wasn’t always this demanding.

He is just insecure.

He is intimidated because he knows how much he loves you.

You my friend, are in denial.

This is just the beginning of the end.

This level of possessiveness is not cute.

This level of control over your life and your Facebook, isn’t right.

But you won’t listen to me.

I am just your friend, not the love of your life.

I am sorry I have failed you.

Short of losing you as my friend,

I have written you this.

If you remain in this relationship, ask yourself this one question:

‘Is he really worth all of this?’

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Frustration

My heart cannot beat for nothing.

I get all the attention but never from you

Like a nightmare, you torment me

Delve into my subconscious

When you say you will call, but don’t

I don’t even know if it’s because you’re genuinely busy

Or you just don’t care

You choose to call me when you want to talk

Am I just your side bitch?

But I still like you,

Still drawn to you

I can’t say no.

I need someone to brainwash me,

Remind me that I’m suffering,

Because you were older,

I thought you were going to be more responsible

Guess I was wrong.

And now I am stuck.

Do you love me?

Or do you not?

That is the question.

By Georgette and Shalom

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Fonder

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Little did I know that I can’t live any longer

Without you in my life I can’t get any stronger

As each day passes I contemplate about the days we had

What I thought was a ball of confusion were the best weeks I’ve ever had

My lover my friend, my soul mate…

Isn’t it funny that we never had a proper date?

Yet our conversations went on for hours talking about life, music and past liars

It was so easy to get caught up in the world’s prophecies

That it soon became their relationship and no longer ours

Hours and Hours of time had passed without a single word

A word from you is all I need to respire

Bring me back to life my lost choir

Your songs lifted my spirit and made all the pain go away

I’m sorry I hurt you, I hurt us, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of you

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Little did I know that I can’t live any longer

Without you in my life I can’t get any stronger

In answer to your first ever question,

It’s “Yes!” 

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Confined

I really want to love you.

But I’m scared you might spoil me rotten.

Or chew me up like a dogs bone.

You might love me tenderly,

or let me go easy…

It’s all the same.

You are the risk.

If I was explicit you’d lose interest.

But if I don’t let you know, how can you know?

Boys are so slow in figuring out what they want at the right time.

A guy once said to me, “Girls know in 10 minutes, guys in 10 years…”

So far it seems to be true.

Your smile,

your voice,

you make me laugh,

Fill up my day –

You are who I think about.

I needed to let this out,

to let this go…

Cause the way things are going…

my love for you is confined to this poem.

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Caged Bird

I’ve had this one for a while now.

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There are so many feelings I’ve had bottled within me

I realise that I have to set myself free

I am like the caged bird in Maya Angelou’s story

Confined to the battles in my mind

 

You see, one can view the world so simply

However, for some reason that doesn’t come easy.

For me to understand the workings of the world

I delve into the workings of my mind

and I fixate on my version of reality and on that of society

 

My mind processes your actions and words

and translates them into what I feel they represent

And most of the time I’m right

 

I’ve realised that once you analyse the beings of the world

Your world seems to make more sense

You understand yourself and others better

 

However, you can’t truly be free…

You focus on other people rather than being your true self

You stare at your warped version of the world

Let go, let flow, let go, let flow… echoes constantly in my mind

But I guess I know that if I do that, I’ll be truly vulnerable, truly naked

I’d rather not be

 

I don’t want to be the hurt little girl at 13

Waiting for a man who calls himself her father to come home

I guess I don’t ever want to be vulnerable

But if you don’t, you can never learn, you can never grow,

In a way you remain that hurt girl at 13, who never ever matures

Not emotionally anyway

Confused?

 

Well like I said

There are so many feelings I’ve had bottled within me

I realise that I have to set myself free

Live a little, love a little, grow a little… my new motto

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