Submissions by hippy_chle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2017 1:40am
8th Jun 2017 1:40am
Blood Trail
Hello Charlie, come lets take a walk.
Into the valleys covered by the shadow of death.
Ill introduce you to a life where you will never find rest.
we can always spend our evenings swimming naked in the lakes of fire,
and rinse it of in an acid shower.
I know you will like it. Look at how much it has killed me.
I can't wait until we are both happily miserable,
That is the version of you that makes me most comfortable.
Charlie don't be smart, this is the life for you.
Charlie don't be rude, I have asked you nicely.
The road is...
Into the valleys covered by the shadow of death.
Ill introduce you to a life where you will never find rest.
we can always spend our evenings swimming naked in the lakes of fire,
and rinse it of in an acid shower.
I know you will like it. Look at how much it has killed me.
I can't wait until we are both happily miserable,
That is the version of you that makes me most comfortable.
Charlie don't be smart, this is the life for you.
Charlie don't be rude, I have asked you nicely.
The road is...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2016 8:23pm
3rd Sep 2016 8:23pm
Growth
The chapter of the boy has finally ended
The man awakes to the calling of his destiny
The Boy is no longer bound to please anyone anymore
Because the man is ready to face all the consequences of his actions
The boy has cried himself to manhood.
The world has made him stronger and he has endured.
He is wiser and faster,a Strong force to be reckoned with.
The boy is no longer scared of the world, he has seen it all
He doesn't need anyone's protection.
He is done with senseless addictions
He has prospered through everything that was thrown his...
The man awakes to the calling of his destiny
The Boy is no longer bound to please anyone anymore
Because the man is ready to face all the consequences of his actions
The boy has cried himself to manhood.
The world has made him stronger and he has endured.
He is wiser and faster,a Strong force to be reckoned with.
The boy is no longer scared of the world, he has seen it all
He doesn't need anyone's protection.
He is done with senseless addictions
He has prospered through everything that was thrown his...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 9:05am
12th Mar 2016 9:05am
Tired of Loving
i dont want anyone to love me because,
then i have to love them back.
loving people is painful,
loving people takes time.
in a world where making money takes time,
and loving people is easier with money.
i dont want your love
you make me realise what a horrible person i am.
how much i have been damaged.
im tired of trying
im tired of dying
your love is killing everything i have ever worked for
keep your pain, your love and care.
why does my heart yearn for death so much.
a soft touch, that makes things better?
this love...
then i have to love them back.
loving people is painful,
loving people takes time.
in a world where making money takes time,
and loving people is easier with money.
i dont want your love
you make me realise what a horrible person i am.
how much i have been damaged.
im tired of trying
im tired of dying
your love is killing everything i have ever worked for
keep your pain, your love and care.
why does my heart yearn for death so much.
a soft touch, that makes things better?
this love...
661 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 12:26pm
2nd Dec 2015 12:26pm
Healing
I would like to take this moment,
Cleanse it and calm It.
Before I forgive myself,
for all the times I have been unfair to myself.
To stop the guilt, the self-blaming
and erase the regret
I am tired of making myself sick
I want to allow myself to really be at peace.
To know exactly who I am
and really be pleased
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To be pure , firm and unshaken.
Why do people stop you?
from being yourself.
why do they make it look
like a ridiculously ugly picture?
Do they fear
what you can not see in yourself?
Or the day when...
Cleanse it and calm It.
Before I forgive myself,
for all the times I have been unfair to myself.
To stop the guilt, the self-blaming
and erase the regret
I am tired of making myself sick
I want to allow myself to really be at peace.
To know exactly who I am
and really be pleased
.
To be pure , firm and unshaken.
Why do people stop you?
from being yourself.
why do they make it look
like a ridiculously ugly picture?
Do they fear
what you can not see in yourself?
Or the day when...
654 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2015 7:49pm
16th Sep 2015 7:49pm
Fornicating
My heart yearns the touch of love
Yet every time it knocks
My trust issues double lock the door.
A beautiful and respectable woman
lay herself before me
Yet i still ask for more.
After flipping her in every possible position
In my sheets that reek of my ex's deception
I find her to be a bore.
I have single handedly proven that
Fornication is not enough to replace love.
Stabbing them with my sword of flesh
Does not heal the sores.
It feels great until you realise
It's not yours or its...
Yet every time it knocks
My trust issues double lock the door.
A beautiful and respectable woman
lay herself before me
Yet i still ask for more.
After flipping her in every possible position
In my sheets that reek of my ex's deception
I find her to be a bore.
I have single handedly proven that
Fornication is not enough to replace love.
Stabbing them with my sword of flesh
Does not heal the sores.
It feels great until you realise
It's not yours or its...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2015 8:10am
21st May 2015 8:10am
AFRICA'S WAR CRY
I am the screaming voice of Africa
Shouting an irritating message of change
Our nation is enslaved by the beat of poverty,
We can’t stop dancing to the sounds of a starved
generation.
Through vibrations of the lips of an African child
Echoes of an empty stomach are heard,
They introduced economical mentality into our
ways of trade
Now we are an ethnic entity with morals that
fade.
Sometime you have to stay where you are
To get to where you want
It’s not a matter to doubt
But a motive to survive the drought
Shouting an irritating message of change
Our nation is enslaved by the beat of poverty,
We can’t stop dancing to the sounds of a starved
generation.
Through vibrations of the lips of an African child
Echoes of an empty stomach are heard,
They introduced economical mentality into our
ways of trade
Now we are an ethnic entity with morals that
fade.
Sometime you have to stay where you are
To get to where you want
It’s not a matter to doubt
But a motive to survive the drought
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2015 8:07am
21st May 2015 8:07am
quarantines
sitting in silence,
in the darkness and naked.
I manipulate parts of my brain
Linking stuff together.
Its so quiet
my thoughts echoe through the walls.
self examining,
checking how much
external and internal damage has been done.
moments of cleanness
polluted with purity
and self-realisation
We live like art is for sophisticated people
Like certain beings have wealth
To open the doors of art
Art is not an asset but rather a perspective.
Everybody is an artist
And they are drawing their...
in the darkness and naked.
I manipulate parts of my brain
Linking stuff together.
Its so quiet
my thoughts echoe through the walls.
self examining,
checking how much
external and internal damage has been done.
moments of cleanness
polluted with purity
and self-realisation
We live like art is for sophisticated people
Like certain beings have wealth
To open the doors of art
Art is not an asset but rather a perspective.
Everybody is an artist
And they are drawing their...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2015 8:17am
19th May 2015 8:17am
Inganwa (self praise)
Ngiyinganwa
Langihamba khona
Kuvevetela tingono
Kubemanti tiketi.
Batibutisa lite
Basineke
Kungcole emapenti,
Ngobe ngiyinganwa
Futsi lengena mlingani.
Batibeka phambi kwami
Ngatsi sidlo sangelisontfo
Babebhanya banya yimibala
Njengesibhakabhaka sanga khisimusi.
Ngiyinganwa
Lijaha lelinesisindvo,
Lelilobola intfombi libuye nanina.
Indlondlo lenhle
Leluma isigcobise silonza ngeluju.
Langihamba khona
Kuvevetela tingono
Kubemanti tiketi.
Batibutisa lite
Basineke
Kungcole emapenti,
Ngobe ngiyinganwa
Futsi lengena mlingani.
Batibeka phambi kwami
Ngatsi sidlo sangelisontfo
Babebhanya banya yimibala
Njengesibhakabhaka sanga khisimusi.
Ngiyinganwa
Lijaha lelinesisindvo,
Lelilobola intfombi libuye nanina.
Indlondlo lenhle
Leluma isigcobise silonza ngeluju.
599 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 7:00am
20th Apr 2015 7:00am
Spark
Her voice is a sweet melody
That melts all the bitterness i have stored within.
She smells like she is a virgin to heart break and
I can't be the first to do the honours
I am scared of stealing her innocence
As her body heaves to every glance and awkward stare I helplessly throw at her.
She is losing the fight
That she's having with her instincts.
I catch her fixing herself
Concealing certain things
Especially those that really interest me.
How can I bring so much instability
Without a single touch?
I feel...
That melts all the bitterness i have stored within.
She smells like she is a virgin to heart break and
I can't be the first to do the honours
I am scared of stealing her innocence
As her body heaves to every glance and awkward stare I helplessly throw at her.
She is losing the fight
That she's having with her instincts.
I catch her fixing herself
Concealing certain things
Especially those that really interest me.
How can I bring so much instability
Without a single touch?
I feel...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2015 11:54am
1st Apr 2015 11:54am
Imperfections
every single soul is pure,flawless and different.
different shades of perfection
painted all over the face of the planet
at-least this is how i saw things.
until they raped my soul
and challenged the things i believed in
until they put me in a soft spot
only to leave me all alone to watch it harden
i watched everything i cared for turn into salty rocks,
that are useless and crusty
yet they still beg for attention
y'see i was never one to run away from a fight,
so i used my last oil tank to fuel the tanks
only to watch the devil...
different shades of perfection
painted all over the face of the planet
at-least this is how i saw things.
until they raped my soul
and challenged the things i believed in
until they put me in a soft spot
only to leave me all alone to watch it harden
i watched everything i cared for turn into salty rocks,
that are useless and crusty
yet they still beg for attention
y'see i was never one to run away from a fight,
so i used my last oil tank to fuel the tanks
only to watch the devil...
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