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Lisa Lesetedi Apr 2016
I made a wish upon a falling star
I fell too
And as you descended from the sky I prepared to catch you
Weak knees ,I seem to have caught
Feelings.
****** love nothing but a taboo
That's until I met you
Rumored intimacy you made true.
I'm under your spell,I'm devoured.
By your corroding touch,consumed by the fairytale in you eyes I'm enamored.
As far as hearts go ,you are the winner
Of mine
Like I lost you in a different lifetime
My glass slipper
A perfect fit, perfect pair
Emotions invested, I make you my heir
All of me is yours for the taking
My heart, yours for the breaking

But Don't .
I was challenged to write a poem about love ...
Lisa Lesetedi Apr 2016
I passed by your old house today,
A sudden rush came over me as memories filled my head.
Memories of a simpler time.
And how we would play our childish games to enjoy the fruits of our youth. Then an angel would call from inside and ask if we wanted to eat or if she should get us something. Im suger coating because she wouldn't ask ,she would insist.
I remembered a time when pain ...I mean real pain ...was a stranger .
Now pain keeps us company...
I remembered a time when you where just a little girl with dreams just like I ...
I watched this girl get thrown into womanhood ...
Pent up aggression ...but how could I possibly resent the one that created me.
For taking a piece of you...
As an angel ascended, your spirits descended ...
Waking up became a nightmare...not the kind that involve screams , but silent mornings instead ...
I passed by your old house today and I thought to myself
God I didn't have a choice or say in the first passing ...
But I won't let the little that lived inside this house die too...
And as the smell of the kindness and pure heartedness that once lived starts to escape her clothes...
Let the memory live on

I passed your old house today
And made new the memories.
It's not done ...but I wrote this for my bestfriend ...she lost her single mother and changed so many things...A wave of thoughts hit me when I was driving past her old house the other day...
Lisa Lesetedi Mar 2016
The taste of sin on your lips, you've got me begging to sip more.
Of the forbidden fruit
Be free, but save me the last dance
To tango with the devil is something I adore.
If it's evil you are the root
Route, I do not know any other.
Two steps forward , you seem to take me farther
Aback
I let darkness attack
Even stars need the darkness to shine
Sweet nothings Devine
Hearts heavy
You raise the levy, to break my spine
I bleed love the color of cherries
You have my spill as wine
As you dine , on my bruised ego and shredded spirit.
It was all a game , and you were in it to win it .
Princess and the ***
My feelings ****** upon
Monsters are not born
Like the one you made me
Past loves beauty I could not see
The beast that lives within
I was in ,thick and thin
Loving you was the true sin.
To think I could change you was wrong
But since I'm not dead, I guess you made me strong.
The world is a cold place without you descending hells heat upon me
But it's a perfect fit for a heart you turned to ice
It was a huge sacrifice
But my curse a blessing for my failure to feel has set me free.
Let the tail be told, of you and me.
It's still a sketch
Something to do with battling your own demons...I use the term demon loosely because it could mean anything.
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
Let's tap into someone's mind

Young you understood that life was fine if you obeyed the rules your parents/guardian had set...Your goal was to do this...until you were old enough to understand what the television shows you were watching were saying...then your goal was to become rich ,find the love of your life and travel the world unraveling secrets that don't really exist. You tell yourself your life will not be complete if you do not achieve this...because this is the definition of success ...you gain a few more years and start to experiment with other things that could fill your hollow...start of with a little puff from a cigarette...**** perhaps...alcohol... Soon enough you like the world you see through the shade of intoxication better than your reality... But the real drug is wanting people's acceptance ...change your style around a couple times, until you find the one that gets you the most compliments...your biggest desire now, is to be desired...you value your worth by the amount of ****** in your dm ,the amount of girls you can get with,or your ability to land the prettiest or most difficult, the amount of likes...your ego begins to grow and so does your hunger to feed it. You tell yourself that you do not need the validation of anyone, but that's all you crave because deep down in your heart of hearts, your biggest fear is to be forgotten .
I like to observe people, how they work , why they do what they do...and I never fail to be amazed, no amount of statistics can measure the variety in humans...lets tap into someone's mind
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
Maybe if we looked beneath the exterior , the radiant glow
All the pain hidden underneath would begin to show
What secrets she hides,no one Knows
But her grief, her depression continues to grow

A monster tears people apart
Hurting people merely for the art
A twisted tower of destruction
No preparation for your hearts abduction
In disguise do not undermine we
This terror, is this me?
Still at its confused state
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
Show face
Inner demon, leering and brooding to have me dwell in my failure.
Show face
Caring foe , waiting to see me fall.
And I will, flat on my knees begging for the lords mercy.
Ask him to pave me a way forward
Thank him for letting me see another day . Even if it's dark.
Dark, clouding my vision, where do I go?
To my head where vision never mattered.
Where I could close my eyes and let the wind carry me with the birds.
Hear the trees whistle songs of how they have been liberated from freedom.
In my head where I am bigger than myself. I am the earth.
Only in my head.
My eyes will open soon and I will be blind again.
I will show face.
Paint it on, mascara, lipstick ,smile and all
Then show it.
Mixed emotions on a page
Miskin Feb 2016
Freedom is nonexistent
Liberty is a lie
Independence is fiction
Emancipation is a death
There's nothing to do!
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
How much would the devil pay for a lost soul?
Been to the earths core and back,but still theres this hole,
Im tortured by subliminal misconceptions
Neurons put to the vote but the are no elections,
Its as if ive been put in emotional detention with unknown intentions
I feel like an animal in captivity,
In need of cage keys to set me free.
I wish not for happy endings,because i dont want my happy to end,
Is it? Love or peace or even love of peace that will to my happy place send,...me, so i can be free eternally.
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
These harmonies and melodies.
These vibes
Pierce through my soul like knives These vibes move me and yet they paralyze me
These vibes have such massive power
These vibes, so sweet and yet so sour
These vibes take me over and under
They make me hunger
Yearning for something deeper
Just the thought has me growing weaker.

These vibes fill me with desire
Burning fire, take me hire.

It's beyond what the eye can see
In this moment, heaven is you and me.
Our only enemy is time
But for now let us pretend you were mine
Sip me like a glass of wine.

I shall conform to your deepest desire
Burning fire, take you hire

Let us pretend that I was your only
Cause this vibe between us is almost holy.
You and I , like Bonny and Clyde
Just for tonight
Like we were more than just a vibe.
Lisa Lesetedi Feb 2016
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you.
Back when we used to laugh at the silliest things, we used to bring out the inner children in each other,I was yours and you mine, Once, when we were friends...

Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when I Iooked in the mirror and recognized who I saw.
Now it seems other people's reflection of me are the only thing I see

Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when you were more than just  another citizen of sin city
Now we are residents, judging each other because we sin differently.

Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when we were more than just two people afraid to discover each other or dare I say love each other.

Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we let our souls connect and the world didn't matter.
Now any connection compared to opinions is inferior
With our eyes open we are blind to what's beneath the exterior

Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we viewed the world the same
Now we don't even live in the same one.
Now you are a memory that is fading
Who could you be?
You used to be me.

Who are you, who am I ,who are we?
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