Submissions by Masango (Masango_SJay)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry runs through my veins but i haven't bled in a while - may I?
STORY POEM
Published
17th Jul 2020 10:02pm
17th Jul 2020 10:02pm
Wintry Weather
Sunrays touch the frost bites on his window,
forcing out the cold.
Your cold breeze rushes through his warm cheeks like a kiss from the snowflakes.
The days grow short
as the nights grow long and in the distant corner the kettle sings its tortured song,
but do not fear –
it is not to chase you away but to embrace.
It is in the cold that he finds solitude,
it is in the cold that the tides wash him to shore,
your shore.
Your high awakens his soul where the air is thin and sweeps him off his feet.
It is under the dark moon...
forcing out the cold.
Your cold breeze rushes through his warm cheeks like a kiss from the snowflakes.
The days grow short
as the nights grow long and in the distant corner the kettle sings its tortured song,
but do not fear –
it is not to chase you away but to embrace.
It is in the cold that he finds solitude,
it is in the cold that the tides wash him to shore,
your shore.
Your high awakens his soul where the air is thin and sweeps him off his feet.
It is under the dark moon...
#winter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 3:43pm
23rd Jun 2020 3:43pm
An Ear For Vibrations
It was the pulsations of her heart,
the flow of her blood,
the sound of oxygen exiting her lungs as it came to mine –
that was my first experience of sound,
of music.
The soft winter winds breeze through as the sun seeps through the blinds,
a spell of rest,
and quiet breath waking up my tired bones from slumber.
Before I open my eyes I hear it,
the sound of blood in his fingers as he pulls the guitar strings,
the vibrations travel from his fingertips as they make love to the strings and echoes through the room.
His vocal cords...
the flow of her blood,
the sound of oxygen exiting her lungs as it came to mine –
that was my first experience of sound,
of music.
The soft winter winds breeze through as the sun seeps through the blinds,
a spell of rest,
and quiet breath waking up my tired bones from slumber.
Before I open my eyes I hear it,
the sound of blood in his fingers as he pulls the guitar strings,
the vibrations travel from his fingertips as they make love to the strings and echoes through the room.
His vocal cords...
#emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2018 6:21pm
23rd Oct 2018 6:21pm
I Hope You're Happy
Fuck you!!!
but this is no way to start a poem, right?
I should stop scribbling this poem before I lose my sense of reason.
But you cut me so deep and all I bleed are these words;
words said in anger engraved on my soul. You could never handle my darkest truths and that’s why you walked away.
I’m dancing in the dark with your shadows between my arms
and all our memories fall out of love with each other.
The best things in life are free –
but your price tag was way out of my range.
I remember you with every breath I take, you’ll always have a...
but this is no way to start a poem, right?
I should stop scribbling this poem before I lose my sense of reason.
But you cut me so deep and all I bleed are these words;
words said in anger engraved on my soul. You could never handle my darkest truths and that’s why you walked away.
I’m dancing in the dark with your shadows between my arms
and all our memories fall out of love with each other.
The best things in life are free –
but your price tag was way out of my range.
I remember you with every breath I take, you’ll always have a...
#anger
#despair
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2018 6:11pm
16th Sep 2018 6:11pm
Pain
Pain
‘’Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding’’,
it is both teacher and master.
It’s 3:22 a.m. and she’s holding back these tears,
with arrows laced with poison dislodged from her soul where her screams drown in darkness.
Her insatiable longing for heaven is both dark and beautiful;
her ache for heaven is excruciating…
last time she was here she was waiting for the prefect storm to come take her.
Isn’t pain supposed to pass?
Is it not a fleeting lesson?
How long will she be in session for? ...
‘’Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding’’,
it is both teacher and master.
It’s 3:22 a.m. and she’s holding back these tears,
with arrows laced with poison dislodged from her soul where her screams drown in darkness.
Her insatiable longing for heaven is both dark and beautiful;
her ache for heaven is excruciating…
last time she was here she was waiting for the prefect storm to come take her.
Isn’t pain supposed to pass?
Is it not a fleeting lesson?
How long will she be in session for? ...
#anger
#despair
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Sep 2018 6:43pm
10th Sep 2018 6:43pm
Moon, Lunar
Moon, Lunar
Oh,
how I wish I could steal you away and cage you happily.
I cannot wait for the dark to return so we can be together once more.
I have loved you in all our previous lifetimes and I will love you to the next.
I love you like the dawn loves the dew, like the wolf loves the moon,
like the tides love the moon –
like I...
love you.
No one holds me quite like you when darkness creeps in,
your gentle light whispers sweet-nothings in my ear.
Every ray of your light brings such peace and joy in this heart - ...
Oh,
how I wish I could steal you away and cage you happily.
I cannot wait for the dark to return so we can be together once more.
I have loved you in all our previous lifetimes and I will love you to the next.
I love you like the dawn loves the dew, like the wolf loves the moon,
like the tides love the moon –
like I...
love you.
No one holds me quite like you when darkness creeps in,
your gentle light whispers sweet-nothings in my ear.
Every ray of your light brings such peace and joy in this heart - ...
#love
#admiration
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Dec 2017 2:14pm
4th Dec 2017 2:14pm
Beautiful Dawn
Beautiful Dawn
Beautiful Dawn;
your beauty has gone long enough underrated…
tell them all of how you’ve become a picture of our very own notions and how the sunrise will be what we want it to be -
for when your silence is heard in the murmur of every waking thing,
they know you’ve come once again.
As the sun flickers upon your eyes;
scintillating as the seas,
remember He who created it all;
for as they say”
spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world”…
They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, ...
Beautiful Dawn;
your beauty has gone long enough underrated…
tell them all of how you’ve become a picture of our very own notions and how the sunrise will be what we want it to be -
for when your silence is heard in the murmur of every waking thing,
they know you’ve come once again.
As the sun flickers upon your eyes;
scintillating as the seas,
remember He who created it all;
for as they say”
spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world”…
They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2017 7:31pm
21st May 2017 7:31pm
I'll Be Your Man
Love is what gives us life within – and I have been lifeless since birth. I have watched you dance into the morning with my demons far too long. Let me be the one to remind you of all the hidden stardust inside the chambers of your bones, along the corridors of your heart – allow me to remind you that nothing’s ever lost.
No matter the past memories, I promise to love you with a love that can never grow old. I’ll be your raft when the rivers of this world try to swallow you; I’ll be your night watchman when darkness comes, I will be your protector, your keeper. I’ll breathe the...
No matter the past memories, I promise to love you with a love that can never grow old. I’ll be your raft when the rivers of this world try to swallow you; I’ll be your night watchman when darkness comes, I will be your protector, your keeper. I’ll breathe the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 10:08am
30th Mar 2017 10:08am
Bones Of My Bones
I must’ve met you in the past life for your soul once touched mine. We were both child of the soil; and we have tasted the spring from the ocean where the eternal dream emerges.
When nothing moves anywhere let my heart carry thee to where our memories beckon from the future.
Love has given life and meaning to our bones.
Quiet the mind,
quiet the soul…
listen tatata,
the raindrops fall as we embrace in each other’s arms in this lucid dream.
The skies rumble and roar a sign of approval from Aphrodite herself.
I would bet my numbered breaths that...
When nothing moves anywhere let my heart carry thee to where our memories beckon from the future.
Love has given life and meaning to our bones.
Quiet the mind,
quiet the soul…
listen tatata,
the raindrops fall as we embrace in each other’s arms in this lucid dream.
The skies rumble and roar a sign of approval from Aphrodite herself.
I would bet my numbered breaths that...
960 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2016 2:35pm
11th Oct 2016 2:35pm
Where Art Thou?
And at 01:39 walking on this silent street with nothing but these loud thoughts.
In a few minutes, when it dawns pieces of me will be erased.
Walking on this empty street hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking up the road; I'm dying to see your smile, I strongly believe it will and shall but keep me going.
I'm too shy to tell you how I feel; i'm asphyxiated by my own feelings.
I'm afraid you might not feel the same... write me a song, sing it on the radio if I'm wrong , let the world know; let the world know I am the one who has nourished your heart.
...
In a few minutes, when it dawns pieces of me will be erased.
Walking on this empty street hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking up the road; I'm dying to see your smile, I strongly believe it will and shall but keep me going.
I'm too shy to tell you how I feel; i'm asphyxiated by my own feelings.
I'm afraid you might not feel the same... write me a song, sing it on the radio if I'm wrong , let the world know; let the world know I am the one who has nourished your heart.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2016 10:52am
25th May 2016 10:52am
The End
Early May and the sun fills the room with light,
the room where I wrote the first poem,
for you and I’m reminded of how I put you in my heart,
wrapped myself in you;
and now,
the waterfall of memoirs unrolls at me again,
the course of our journeys here,
here where we finally part.
I still remember when I met you,
you sweetly questioned if I lacked anything,
just so you could fill any void.
If I could shut the gate against my thoughts and keep out the sorrow from this memories I still have of you;
oh,
how free,
how clear,
how clean my...
the room where I wrote the first poem,
for you and I’m reminded of how I put you in my heart,
wrapped myself in you;
and now,
the waterfall of memoirs unrolls at me again,
the course of our journeys here,
here where we finally part.
I still remember when I met you,
you sweetly questioned if I lacked anything,
just so you could fill any void.
If I could shut the gate against my thoughts and keep out the sorrow from this memories I still have of you;
oh,
how free,
how clear,
how clean my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2016 6:35am
1st May 2016 6:35am
This Is Not Goodbye
Words unsaid,
hearts broken”,
would be the perfect line to a goodbye letter;
but this is not goodbye.
Time has passed and memories of your love still echo loudly in his hollow heart.
Remember him;
for he has started his journey to the silent land where you cannot hold his hand anymore.
Do not grieve,
for he is not worthy of your tears.
He shall not forget you,
for the forgetmenots that shine every night persistently are reminiscent of you to him.
He still believes that you still exist somewhere,
watching over him.
Worry...
hearts broken”,
would be the perfect line to a goodbye letter;
but this is not goodbye.
Time has passed and memories of your love still echo loudly in his hollow heart.
Remember him;
for he has started his journey to the silent land where you cannot hold his hand anymore.
Do not grieve,
for he is not worthy of your tears.
He shall not forget you,
for the forgetmenots that shine every night persistently are reminiscent of you to him.
He still believes that you still exist somewhere,
watching over him.
Worry...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 6:11pm
26th Apr 2016 6:11pm
What Is Love?
What is love?
A lantern in a dark room?
A fragrance that lives inside us all?
Physiologically,
it bears a conspicuous similarity to disease;
a series of biological responses that trigger an emotional surge,
impairing habitual functioning.
How is love thee “cure” when many of our loved ones have departed because of it.
All of us drunk,
battling,
battling to deal with our sobriety. Actually we created it,
love,
without realizing it.
When we could think,
when our minds held more than just primal...
A lantern in a dark room?
A fragrance that lives inside us all?
Physiologically,
it bears a conspicuous similarity to disease;
a series of biological responses that trigger an emotional surge,
impairing habitual functioning.
How is love thee “cure” when many of our loved ones have departed because of it.
All of us drunk,
battling,
battling to deal with our sobriety. Actually we created it,
love,
without realizing it.
When we could think,
when our minds held more than just primal...
905 reads
2 Comments
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