Destiny, when did we become distant? This narrow lane, my legs can't go left or right? Do my eyes shine in the dark but I'm chasing after stars when they drown my personality; Tell me, how come I'm far away from touch? warmth underneath the sky, warmth by the wind's whispers, warmth from all my firsts, warmth because I'm hopeful... Destiny, did you ignore me just now? I'm telling you, I can't borrow what's already been seen, If it's sunshine or moonlight, I can't dance in between glories, My mother said I should raise my voice; I'm a shrew, I'm a rebel, I'm a delinquent I'm afraid if I'm passive I've died and all along I'm only silent, can't even steal from time The yearning has finally grown two feet, two eyes and a mouth, in my dreams it resembled God, the bottomless pit, haha Blasphemy! How I lie, does God have a face? Hey, Fate... have we ever met, haven't we? Destiny I could be in a drunken stupor but, listen to how soft my steps are like I'd catch you by surprise though I could if your eyes are under pressure; too many things happening at once, falling to live, falling to die, falling to escape falling to surrender, falling to awaken, falling, falling, falling; I told my twenty year old self to look for herself five years later and now, ten years, twenty years later I'm so frail in my satin gown and beer bottles come again later, give me more time! Perhaps it wasn't her... Destiny, why are you treating me like a stranger? Is my breath not lucid enough? I'll change, even become a seductress, I'll wear a lipstick in your favourite colour, tell me your preferences, I'll comb my hair the way it was when we first met, nevermind it's lifelessness, I'll comb it till its a thing of the past, The sun's been getting too impatient lately, look, I don't dare breathe too loudly Say, aren't we childhood friends, then, when did we become distant? Huh Destiny, why don't we recognise one another?
Tag: Creative writing
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https://za.pinterest.com/pin/3096293479606640/ In my confessions, I introduce to myself
The person I didn’t meet when she was alive;Whilst I criticize her choices,
I steal from her helplessness too,
so my mistakes have a wall to lean onto;the girl makes me laugh and my laughter
is the birth of what she wished to see,
if only day didn’t give into time
and made her look behind more often than not;the confessions she didn’t write
but buried for me to hunt in my mind,
sometimes I throw away the map she left
because I’d like freedom not stolen
though I know the guilt will become a shadowI cry where she left off,
I cry where she left off… -
She’s resplendent, so confident
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I realize, I’m hypnotized
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
I hear the moon singing a tune
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
Is she divine, Is it the wine
La Seine, La Seine, La SeineI don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why
That’s how we are, La Seine and I
I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why
That’s how we are, La Seine and II feel alive when I’m beside
La Seine, La Seine, La Seine
From this angle like an angel
La Seine, La Seine, La SeineI don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why
That’s how we are, La Seine and I
I don’t know, don’t know, so don’t ask me why
That’s how we are, La Seine and IUpon the bridge
My heart does beat
Between the waves
We will be saved
The air we breathe
Can you believe?
Learn to forgive upon the bridgeThat’s how we are, the Seine and I
That’s how we are, the Seine and I
That’s how we are, the Seine and I
That’s how we are, the Seine and I. -
If you ask me now where I am, I will not answer you honestly, I will not tell you what happens to me when I’m alone or when I’m with you but when I’m with you, listening to your lively voice and recounts of many unimaginable things to me, thank God for giving me wild imagination, I’ll narrate to you how your voice narrates to me what I’m afraid to hope for and isn’t fear anymore but hopelessness because I once truly had my fingers pointing at the stars and striving to count as many as I could;
If you ask me where I am, I’m afraid my eyes will be too silent and my voice broken, I can’t say where I am; I know I was going somewhere too like many people but along the way, perhaps I met another me who could withstand what this world demands and I stopped walking, I can’t tell you where I am, and it’s not because I haven’t looked or used any means of prayer to see if I could find myself again but I, I don’t think I want to find myself again, let her be…
If you ask me, perhaps I will say I am resting or I’m walking at a pace even with my breaths, I’m a liar to myself first and this is my justice to lie to you comfortably as well; I will say, I ran to get here and now I’m standing still to enjoy the scenery my hard-work has permitted me but I’m a liar to my fibre and can’t distinguish anymore where I wanted to go and when I lost my way, was I ever walking a fine line? I cannot tell, I will say many things that you’ve heard and have been proven to be true, this is the truth…
If you ask me where I am now, after you’ve left with pity or contempt for me, I’ll only lie down in bed while tears accompany me silently and ask my God if it’s time for me to rest yet,
…I’ve come this far and though my feet don’t have blisters, from the tip of my short hair to the tip of my toenail, no matter how soft is your touch, you’ll only feel paper warmth;
I’m lost.
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His eyes surpass darkness of the night
and I look into them willingly
even though I know, in darkness
I will loose my sense of self. -
when it’s the sun’s time to narrate a story,
I let go of any wonder,
because then it’s my eyes’ turn to meet.like love that’s whispered
to a child who’s yet to know what’s there in the world,
innocence is the surface of the ocean.the sun and its nasal voice,
sometimes I sleep accompanied by our Apple’s tree shadow
and carry our pastime to my bed inbetween my husband and I.like the rain’s stolen touches
and my tears hiding amidst raindrops thinking
that camouflage has erased their existence;when the sun is telling a happy story
my fingers run to try and catch sunlight’s laughter
only to see sunlight seeping inbetween them,…none too was able to catch
sometimes I’m jealous of my eyes
like the sky, they’re above sentiments
and will house what’s there and what I don’t want thereyet this time the sun paused midway and seemed
it couldn’t make up what it ought to narrate,
in that picture, I finally saw what my real face isIf I could turn back time…
they say, the night will let you hear everything
and pitifully, hearing everything makes you miss
the shadows you were disdaining during the day,when it’s the sun’s time to narrate a story,
I let go of any wonder,
because then it’s my eyes’ turn to meet. -
I am but a sleeping dream
to begin with, I capture the wind’s
history and weave my name
in the shadows of immortals
knowing my eyes will open
tomorrow and their colour
will be clear without the openness
they held when I went to sleep.but to gather is brave retreat,
like how I cry whilst smiling
torn between heartbreak and relief;Thy,
step away from hopeless,
I know now why I loved myself
close to zero;
brazen in the face of the world
and this coward held pages
to the flames when the recounts where borrowed;sleeping dream,
sleeping dream…the final exhale introduced,
I was awake before my eyes opened.
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https://za.pinterest.com/pin/339529259417347774/ To fulfill my romantic desires I stood under a tree to catch falling leaves only to catch my falling tears.
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We are the horde, my ancestors, roll in their graves. Yes grandma, you died and I'll follow you soon. There there nourish earth whilst the sun hasn't turned red. But we know the truth... Many people have died we're running out of places to bury then. The horde will forever run. I can't cry, afraid I'll shed blood what I've shed before is mediocrity. My mother's sick like her mother was; How many people have I lost, including theirs, how many have I lost? we're all bones and blood still eating bones and blood, Oh sinners knows to point fingers correctly This is living manuscript, demons all of us. Yesterday I got a call from my brother, Come home quickly he tore my eardrum I was high on anger, after smoking anguish and my home bore the brunt of my mischief wherever I step light shies away, Up to me to make thing right; Let alone blame the moon For staying away for too long. I miss my childhood, least then I knew nothing of the ways of men. I'm a woman, I'm a woman fall on your knees, I'm a woman. What my brother said, Father hadn't been home for many nights We the horde are mindless; Like his daughter he left the house that once housed optimism as a family member wonder if he'd like to know where I shed my skin just to take him there, like his daughter become bones and blood still eating bones and blood aren't we all skeletons now and can't hold mother's hand on her death bed Ah, if he can't recognise himself the man who once loved a woman brazenly How can I, tell me how can I? I'm a whimper... I lost. I lost my right to want. The horde giggled.
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https://za.pinterest.com/pin/52987733108227753/ If I happen to find myself someday
like how I’ve always liked looking
up at a myriad of stars
I will be a step closer
to truly looking at myself in a mirror.
That Gut Wrenching Poetry 