Submissions by mbongwa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 11:35pm
21st Nov 2013 11:35pm
Listen
Sophia....Listen.Listen to the beauty
And the excellence of our
Lives together.Just close
Your eyes and forget
About everything
Even him,and
Just
Listen.
Listen...
Sophia..
Listen,to the self-proclaimed prophecies orchestrated by my sub-conscious methodically create
Our destiny,fate,future,from every
Milestone and cornerstone
But before all this can be
Excecuted,Sophia I need
You to
Just
Listen.
Listen to the grotesque voices of my nocturnal diaries reminisce your name in an apprehensive voice filled...
And the excellence of our
Lives together.Just close
Your eyes and forget
About everything
Even him,and
Just
Listen.
Listen...
Sophia..
Listen,to the self-proclaimed prophecies orchestrated by my sub-conscious methodically create
Our destiny,fate,future,from every
Milestone and cornerstone
But before all this can be
Excecuted,Sophia I need
You to
Just
Listen.
Listen to the grotesque voices of my nocturnal diaries reminisce your name in an apprehensive voice filled...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 10:34pm
18th Nov 2013 10:34pm
Nocturnal diaries
Dear Insomniac
Its good to see you're still so active. His sleeping patterns are still handicaped..with late nights sprinkled with suicidal thoughts and day-nights with hooded jackets, flaired tantrums, isolation, a deep eerie feeling of loneliness and of course the scent of burning love-letters that seem to provoke him to willingly return to his Creators and listen to them mingle about his mundane life.
The 'Feelings' sent me a letter.
Dear Insomniac.
Thank you. For being so conscientious in your work. Due to your unadulterated skill, He has let down his...
Its good to see you're still so active. His sleeping patterns are still handicaped..with late nights sprinkled with suicidal thoughts and day-nights with hooded jackets, flaired tantrums, isolation, a deep eerie feeling of loneliness and of course the scent of burning love-letters that seem to provoke him to willingly return to his Creators and listen to them mingle about his mundane life.
The 'Feelings' sent me a letter.
Dear Insomniac.
Thank you. For being so conscientious in your work. Due to your unadulterated skill, He has let down his...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 00:24am
12th Jun 2013 00:24am
I didn't run
See I didn't run away from home
I just walked diligently away
From the uncontainable tantrums
My parents flew parrable from my
Catch twenty two-like flame thrown
Feelings.
Feelings with no inner-emotions,no blood-like
Shavings dropped between my teeth.
Watching these illuminating lights from
Beneath my tears....I ran away from home.
Watching the beauty of expensive cars
Cruise by from
My reality.
I didn't run away from home,I just
Stole a piece of my 13-year old
Soul and watch it culminate into my
Slightly forsaken...
I just walked diligently away
From the uncontainable tantrums
My parents flew parrable from my
Catch twenty two-like flame thrown
Feelings.
Feelings with no inner-emotions,no blood-like
Shavings dropped between my teeth.
Watching these illuminating lights from
Beneath my tears....I ran away from home.
Watching the beauty of expensive cars
Cruise by from
My reality.
I didn't run away from home,I just
Stole a piece of my 13-year old
Soul and watch it culminate into my
Slightly forsaken...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 3:51am
1st Jun 2013 3:51am
we fought the law
A quantum physicist,a mother..
both delegating a
narcotic-like substance to a
perfumed youth.
Laws of unadulterated
abominations planted in a generation of a
slightly disproportionate youth..
but we fought the law,with our unprecedented tendencies of juvenile maturity...
we won't grow old but our loins might boil with the thought of conceiving a proud parents' smile and tears of unfathomable joy.We are the reckless,intolerant bunch..finding comfort in facebook updates and successful party shenanigans...we fought the law with...
both delegating a
narcotic-like substance to a
perfumed youth.
Laws of unadulterated
abominations planted in a generation of a
slightly disproportionate youth..
but we fought the law,with our unprecedented tendencies of juvenile maturity...
we won't grow old but our loins might boil with the thought of conceiving a proud parents' smile and tears of unfathomable joy.We are the reckless,intolerant bunch..finding comfort in facebook updates and successful party shenanigans...we fought the law with...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2013 8:55pm
29th May 2013 8:55pm
When the world stops breathing.
Fumes. Tensioned muscles clog drained scars
With scintilating moments of mortally
Coherent french poses succumbed by
Four layers of ice cold lipstick
All chanting the truthless caption
I love you
Patronized by reckless indecency where
Weeks are meticulously compartmentalised
In galaxies of patriotic enslavement
Within those capsules slivers of flames justified
By the freedoms of hope peek
Beyond a mamoth mountain of momentarily glistening
High fives and whispers of sweet nothings
A foretold godly creation with female
Iniquities...
With scintilating moments of mortally
Coherent french poses succumbed by
Four layers of ice cold lipstick
All chanting the truthless caption
I love you
Patronized by reckless indecency where
Weeks are meticulously compartmentalised
In galaxies of patriotic enslavement
Within those capsules slivers of flames justified
By the freedoms of hope peek
Beyond a mamoth mountain of momentarily glistening
High fives and whispers of sweet nothings
A foretold godly creation with female
Iniquities...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 8:38pm
22nd Apr 2013 8:38pm
I write a poem everytime I smoke
I write a poem everytime I smoke
And watch leaves flicker from the abomination
Of slender,tender,big girls dropping
Bloody vessels into the minds of young
Boys.
I write a poem everytime I smoke and
Watch old,middle-aged young men
Ordering genitals from tormented
Side_walks.Preachers with diabolic minds
And easily adjusted zippers using scripture
As a pass-time.
I write a poem everytime I smoke and see the devils
Eyes glitter from fundamental drop-outs,emotional
Rollercoasters,seduced heaving lungs,unportrayed
Hiv...
And watch leaves flicker from the abomination
Of slender,tender,big girls dropping
Bloody vessels into the minds of young
Boys.
I write a poem everytime I smoke and
Watch old,middle-aged young men
Ordering genitals from tormented
Side_walks.Preachers with diabolic minds
And easily adjusted zippers using scripture
As a pass-time.
I write a poem everytime I smoke and see the devils
Eyes glitter from fundamental drop-outs,emotional
Rollercoasters,seduced heaving lungs,unportrayed
Hiv...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 5:57am
22nd Apr 2013 5:57am
Hell must be darker...
The past life...a fluctuating pandemonium of chaotic,over-crowded hearts beating in a rhytmitic plea for solitude.
With over-flowing eyes and perfumed souls,hell must be darker than the future of the man clothed in rags,tentatively pushing on a trolley where his childhood memories once provoked harmony.
What about that chauffer in that beat-up,worn down motel who sleeps in a one-room apartment infested by cockroaches and resounding reminders of his fathers loving hands pushing him so meticulously on the swing.
Or that middle-aged man with society gawking at his success...
With over-flowing eyes and perfumed souls,hell must be darker than the future of the man clothed in rags,tentatively pushing on a trolley where his childhood memories once provoked harmony.
What about that chauffer in that beat-up,worn down motel who sleeps in a one-room apartment infested by cockroaches and resounding reminders of his fathers loving hands pushing him so meticulously on the swing.
Or that middle-aged man with society gawking at his success...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 1:54am
22nd Apr 2013 1:54am
I was once a poet
I was once a poet.
A thorough-bread manifestation of
Liquified similies and
Metaphoric sombreness
I once possessed the methodical
Ways of devouring beastly heartaches
And unphatomable powers of
Causing symbolic mayhem with
Ink and paper.
I onced sliced piercing carvings
Through disproportioned souls
And lifeless foetuses.
Now I sit on the bed-side of
A dying creation.
Inhaling till the depths of my
Lungs cough out blood-infested tears.
Crawling to my grave by proclaiming
My weaknesses to triple-distiled...
A thorough-bread manifestation of
Liquified similies and
Metaphoric sombreness
I once possessed the methodical
Ways of devouring beastly heartaches
And unphatomable powers of
Causing symbolic mayhem with
Ink and paper.
I onced sliced piercing carvings
Through disproportioned souls
And lifeless foetuses.
Now I sit on the bed-side of
A dying creation.
Inhaling till the depths of my
Lungs cough out blood-infested tears.
Crawling to my grave by proclaiming
My weaknesses to triple-distiled...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 7:01pm
17th Aug 2012 7:01pm
I'm lactose intolerant
I saw you mingling with friends and their friends and your friend’s friends.
Words turned into undefined objects, my tongue tied.
So I walk up
And introduce myself as the guy that sat behind you in grade 3 and the
Guy that lent you a pen in grade 7. But that’s not even half of it.
I’m that guy you and your sexy friends made fun of,
I’m that guy that can’t hold a 3 second conversation with you, when your eyes wander off to mine,
I shudder than subsequently stutter. I’m that guy you exclaim to your friends that
You’d never go out with. I’m that guy you push...
Words turned into undefined objects, my tongue tied.
So I walk up
And introduce myself as the guy that sat behind you in grade 3 and the
Guy that lent you a pen in grade 7. But that’s not even half of it.
I’m that guy you and your sexy friends made fun of,
I’m that guy that can’t hold a 3 second conversation with you, when your eyes wander off to mine,
I shudder than subsequently stutter. I’m that guy you exclaim to your friends that
You’d never go out with. I’m that guy you push...
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