Submissions by Thandolwethu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from within,I'm a versatile aspiring poet and my poems are confined by inspiration
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2018 2:25pm
7th Mar 2018 2:25pm
Twenty going on twenty-one
I now have come to admit to my naivete
I lived half my life trying to convince myself that I am not naive .
Today-now-sitting-in this corner I admit--
I am naive
As naive as they come.
I sit here defeated
With no more fight left in me.
Twenty,going on twenty-one
Still
I am nothing but a child.
Yearning for love
Love that's thirteen years long gone
Hope lost- in despair
I sit here in the corner of the bathroom
With tears racing down my face.
You have a pretty smile,they say.
Well....
Behind this smile lays...
I lived half my life trying to convince myself that I am not naive .
Today-now-sitting-in this corner I admit--
I am naive
As naive as they come.
I sit here defeated
With no more fight left in me.
Twenty,going on twenty-one
Still
I am nothing but a child.
Yearning for love
Love that's thirteen years long gone
Hope lost- in despair
I sit here in the corner of the bathroom
With tears racing down my face.
You have a pretty smile,they say.
Well....
Behind this smile lays...
#depression
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2016 3:58pm
27th Nov 2016 3:58pm
Freedom from choice
Freedom from choice is what I want
But freedom from choice is what I need.
I am at liberty to choose whatever I want
But of what use if I cannot find Satisfaction in choices I make.
Freedom of choice is what I want
But freedom from choice is what I need.
Searching and searching
With no avail.
As freedom brings serenity to one's mind
And ease to the heart.
Freedom of choice is what I want
But freedom from choice is what I need.
Living everyday on guard
For freedom from choice
Which I chase with every passing sun and Moon....
But freedom from choice is what I need.
I am at liberty to choose whatever I want
But of what use if I cannot find Satisfaction in choices I make.
Freedom of choice is what I want
But freedom from choice is what I need.
Searching and searching
With no avail.
As freedom brings serenity to one's mind
And ease to the heart.
Freedom of choice is what I want
But freedom from choice is what I need.
Living everyday on guard
For freedom from choice
Which I chase with every passing sun and Moon....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2016 7:54pm
23rd Nov 2016 7:54pm
I asked for it,they say.
Bare-chested with your T-shirt hanging on your shoulder.
Pants halfway through your buttocks
Your walk catches my eye
Metres away.
Yet I don't mind you, I carry on with my business.
I show a little skin here and there
I walk tall
Embracing my beauty
Beauty that The Almighty bestowed on me.How is dressing the way I dress
Suggesting that I want you to touch
That I want you to force yourself on me.
Why should we apologise for being
Beautifully made.
It is not our fault we are made this way
And men need to understand that.
I...
Pants halfway through your buttocks
Your walk catches my eye
Metres away.
Yet I don't mind you, I carry on with my business.
I show a little skin here and there
I walk tall
Embracing my beauty
Beauty that The Almighty bestowed on me.How is dressing the way I dress
Suggesting that I want you to touch
That I want you to force yourself on me.
Why should we apologise for being
Beautifully made.
It is not our fault we are made this way
And men need to understand that.
I...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Nov 2015 2:34pm
2nd Nov 2015 2:34pm
The letter to my former lover
Many times I've ''written'' you countless letters,
With no courage to actually to finish them.
At times I would think to myself that you probably better off with
Me non-existence to your world.
Deep down I wish that I would hear my ringtone
And your name pops up
I wishfully hope that you spare me a thought .
A thought of maybe someday we'd laugh like we used to,
That we would make more beautiful memories like we used to.
The old phrase'be careful of what you wish for,cause you might just get it.'
Lingers in my head with the hopes that my...
With no courage to actually to finish them.
At times I would think to myself that you probably better off with
Me non-existence to your world.
Deep down I wish that I would hear my ringtone
And your name pops up
I wishfully hope that you spare me a thought .
A thought of maybe someday we'd laugh like we used to,
That we would make more beautiful memories like we used to.
The old phrase'be careful of what you wish for,cause you might just get it.'
Lingers in my head with the hopes that my...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Aug 2015 6:06pm
27th Aug 2015 6:06pm
My first love
His tongue so sweet it drips off honey
But pierce like a sword in the heart.
I desire not to associate myself with it anymore.
He sends negative vibrations to my immune system with the words he utter.
He effortlessly illuminate my whole being.
I remember the infatuation phase like it was yesterday.
All the highs and lows he gave me,
I still reminisce of all the good times we had together.
Calling me wifey and I calling him hubby.
It was all rosy as though the dark cloud will never come our way.
Slowly but surely,I managed to free myself from...
But pierce like a sword in the heart.
I desire not to associate myself with it anymore.
He sends negative vibrations to my immune system with the words he utter.
He effortlessly illuminate my whole being.
I remember the infatuation phase like it was yesterday.
All the highs and lows he gave me,
I still reminisce of all the good times we had together.
Calling me wifey and I calling him hubby.
It was all rosy as though the dark cloud will never come our way.
Slowly but surely,I managed to free myself from...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2015 3:08pm
5th Jul 2015 3:08pm
Debilitate contigency of fracturing my soul
You utter words that pierce Through my
Ears, but they bounce Back when they hit My
heart,
For it is coated with love,love of Thee most
High.
Juvenile,with a hulk of a heart,not Even
Barbs can pierce through it.
You and your malevolence words Confluence
to bring me down. If only you knew how
gibberish they are,
You would not even bother to confab about
me. Precocious,going on an evolution Of my
Own self,
How you percieve me,matters not For I
know that whatever contigency of
Fracturing my soul is delitated. Debilitated by
the self...
Ears, but they bounce Back when they hit My
heart,
For it is coated with love,love of Thee most
High.
Juvenile,with a hulk of a heart,not Even
Barbs can pierce through it.
You and your malevolence words Confluence
to bring me down. If only you knew how
gibberish they are,
You would not even bother to confab about
me. Precocious,going on an evolution Of my
Own self,
How you percieve me,matters not For I
know that whatever contigency of
Fracturing my soul is delitated. Debilitated by
the self...
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