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Banele Msimango Mar 2019
In desperation and
heartaches, I
searched to find his
physical presence
until he reminded
me "I AM”
Banele Msimango Mar 2019
I get tired of dead voices within. For a moment I look outside my self with intentions to buffer my self-destruction only to find I am better within myself, pure in my own hurt than to open to a more dead world.
Banele Msimango Feb 2019
I keep thinking I'll wake up
Sadly on and on the heart drums
And the dream goes on
Or so I think

Prisoner to hope
Sometimes I wonder why things go sour all at once.
Banele Msimango Feb 2019
Purely I hate, that's how much I love you. I hate the long waits just to see you again, the gentle lowveld breeze that covers your skin in the summer, the voice of your sound discipline echoing through the room every moment I woke up. I hate that the vividly image of missing you is fading away slightly. I hate the faint image of your smile, I can hardly grasp. I hate that I'm beginning to forget the sweetness of your voice. I hate purely, so much so it's an act of Love. MoM
3 years now without seeing my queen, I miss her ... she's not gone by the way just to be clear. We just stay far apart and challenges of life have isolated me from temporarily
Banele Msimango Jan 2019
I could have danced my loss away, but all I could do was to sample stand
and record it in my mind as it happened, sharply they took pieces of my skin
away along. There was much I could do, my mind momentarily frozen...
I wrote this when I got mugged and my phone and other accessories were taken and got stabbed trying to resist. My only friend has always been pan and paper.
Banele Msimango Dec 2018
They all couldn't tell the sadness
Deceived by the dashing smile
I just kept it on to please them untill it pleased me and the sadness was history
Banele Msimango Nov 2018
Young lady gave me the look, the same one the mother gave me the previous day I walked by, I guess the hate is genetically motivated. They looked at me until I became what they were looking for. A giant being full of the melanin. I won't let my tears drop for this, am a being, I'll keep walking till I become one of them.
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