The Rose

The Rose

deep in the core
the crack of existence
the depth of thoughts
the sight of things
grew a rose with no name

rooted out of sight
feed on time
patiently waited to surface
the point to be spotted
and labeled
deep down there somewhere
grew a rose with no name

water has been scarce
mental strains
particles combining
the form of it all, wait
this rose has no name
and it cannot be seen
people walk on it
with no knowledge of it's existence
deep down there somewhere
grew a rose with no name

sunlight would be vital
water would save it's life
an opening would let it be seen
in the shadows of others
positioned in a good place
the concrete is hard
there is no opening
deep down somewhere
grew a rose with no name

the symbol of love and affection to many
the scent to breeze your senses
without a peel
with petals galore
this will never be seen
this will never be touched
this will never stand tall
somewhere down there
grew a rose with no name

the beauty that showed slowly
the colour that took it's time to shine
the scent strong at close range
with thorns that attract
the name fell off
the crack cracked
life begun for it
well grounded
the rose with no name

time saw it patiently withstand all forces
all tests that prevented all this
petals growing bigger
the stem growing strong
thorns more sharper
the scent stronger
that rose with no name

it stood in the middle of the street
beautiful and strong
as life has been defined
stay humble in your lane
the concrete will not bring much pain
struggles and stresses will leave you pale
that rose with no name
is only known to the mirror

on the other side with green surroundings
lies a bunch of mates
that fell on the right side
the mirror said it all.

be bold to stand out
and beautiful to be spotted
well grounded with strength
thorns to protect
and the scent of direction
the rose that grew with no name
to many is known as YOU!
to the mirror known as ME!

the rose that grew with no name...

Allow me

we breathe
we smile
we love
we laugh
we run
we stand
we hurt
we believe
now allow me to re introduce this.

Life is too short
life is too precious
life is what we are given on a daily
we appreciate it
we play around
but we know it's worth
and then WE BREATHE.

It takes a lot to keep it
even when your heart and mind is against it
even when the world is heavy
your worries weary
you take it in
and do the best thing that will keep you sane
with only a couple of muscles
what do we do?
WE SMILE.

We question its existence
we have all the why's in question
the feeling indescribable
blood flow uncontrollable
heartbeats unstable
mind playing tricks
we all think its a pit hole
but we all go through it
yes, WE LOVE.

Excitement controls us
it lets us be us
the words spoken that will leave you in shock
the mind tickles
when the hands are out of sight
at the top of our lungs
in screams
out of dreams
when it eases the pain
WE LAUGH.

We all go through this
we all feel the pain
the loop hole we seek
the passage to get through
when it's too much to bare
we care not to stay
so WE RUN.

At the end of it all
we all individuals
we all have dreams
we all have things to do
when you think you are flat out
when you think the punches have you
when you think you are being tested
what do we do?
WE STAND
and we stand tall.

The heart will bleed at times
no words would describe
no person will understand
no room will be big enough
we blame in direction
we never see the light
but we understand the pain
even when it cannot be sane
WE HURT.

We trust in what we know
the power to get through
the strength to carry on
the faith that cannot be seen
the light that's shining dim
through a world that has no peace
we always find a spot to ease
we always do
we always get through
because WE always BELIEVE.

when we breathe, we breathe in hope to smile,
we love the people that makes us laugh,
even when we run, we run to a position were we can stand,
stand tall against all the hurt, because we believe.

This is war

this is war
we fight for sanity
we fight for stability
walls will contest
while you mentally protest
taking a journey through time
to mobilize ones mind

this is war
one of the kind
split time in search
for one thing you will never find

this is war
we fight for love
we fight for peace
we fight to be heard
and we fight to be seen

this is war
time will not show you
time will not save you
time will only remind you
that time is the only thing that has power to lead you

this is war
the pictures are not clear
there's nothing digital
it is growth that stalls us
maturity that controls us
technology that proves to us

this is war
we will fight to the bitter end
we will fight to understand the beginning
we will fight to make meaning of this war
the rotation of the earth will not define
the galaxies will not be clear
as we all fear
the writings on each wall
we try to decipher

this is war
be it physically
be it mentally
be it emotionally
be it you or be it me

this is war
it sucks you dry
burns you within and leaves your soul dry
weakness will test you as you keep on
contemplating the procedure
what we do is try
we are interconnected
as we all drink from a pool of opportunity.

this is war
this is war

in my head

I wrote you a poem
in my head I saw you smile
I saw the beauty of your soul
I wrote you a poem
it had no words but filled with thoughts
I felt you smooth
even the edges that had no sight
I wrote you a poem
I could see your blood flow
feel your heart beat
these thoughts we symbols
I wrote you a poem
in my head

the meaningless talks I had with myself
running around brain cells
every molecule of me in search
I wrote you a poem
I don't know how will you know
because these are just thoughts
while I was writing I was looking at you
your eyes shined so bright
I could see your retina shift
I wrote you a poem
in my head

i'm looking for ways to put this to life
i'm looking for ways to internally rip you
as you already ripped me apart
all my heartbeats are slow
because you're busy taking over
I wrote you a poem
though there's a wall between us
I took a tour inside you
in need of your core
I wrote you a poem
my veins are blocked
my heart is skipping a beat
in my head

there are no words here
there's no proper meaning
because I wrote you a poem
nothing is in its place
my whole being is shifted
I wrote you a poem
it is a quest
and not a question
while I keep writing
while I still crack my brain with thoughts
I keep at it
I enjoy it
I love it
and I stopped questioning it
in my head

I wrote you a poem
and I know one day you will know of it
one day you will feel my heart beat inside of yours
I will not stop
it's not a choice but a blessing
I wrote you a poem
a poem without words
just filled with thoughts
I wrote you a poem
and I know you will want to read it
but because I wrote it on my wall
you will have to infiltrate my soul
in my head

every word
every syllable
every sentence
every phrase
just speaks to you from inside me
I wrote you a poem
I wrote it in thoughts
just to see your soul smile
just to feel your heart beat close
just to let you know
in my head

I wrote you a poem
while you were away I took the liberty
I took to myself to do this
I made it work
I wrote you a poem
in my head.

in my head

when you leave

when you feel the deep thoughts
the motion of it leaving your body
who am I to question?
who am I to think that it matters?

the deepness of it all squanders beliefs
the heart beat is slow
the mind sees better
while the heart is trying to feel

I can feel you rip out of my rib
piercing through it all
molecules search to mend
listen and listen well
the world is cruel
the mind knows
but the heart still wants to believe
the power of it all rests in you

even when I feel you leave
I try to keep you around
try to keep you in me
I feel less mature
because it still speaks
yes my heart speaks
and while that happens my soul burns
all this is internal
because externally we cannot show

we become slaves to our own minds
our own hearts tortures us
we seek for words to stabilize
the blood flow is fast

I will read this again and I will still question
I'll still need something to hold on to
when you leave in that speed
you leaving me burning inside
volcanic lava flowing through my head
burning my thoughts

when you're leaving my body
leave it intact
there is no repair center for such
and time will not make it easy either.

ahhhh

feel the beat
feel the heat

the wind blowing in your face
the height we jump
we seek for stability
the connection to keep intact

we grow, we all stand
time stands still
we listen to the click

we listen to the tic
and at times we miss the toc

we write on invisible walls
because we fear the walls we have
we shift blame
but we still feel the burden

if the motion is not moving forward
then you are to blame
if the direction is given
and the choice is clear
embrace the fear
attack the pain, use a spear

feel different
let it be different

BIT by BIT

bit by bit it drifts
slow movements in separate directions
the mind will only think
the eyes will only see
the heart will only feel
the motion is in question
the drifting as it is real

bit by bit it drifts
the power is lost
the belief is blur
in every little step
the body shuts down
the heat within is exposed
pains beneath ones feet
when the ground is slippery

bit by bit it drifts
it is blank
it is hollow
it is sad as it is real
words do matter
actions will only speak
time will only tell
but the motion will still be in motion

bit by bit it drifts
there will be a place to settle
there will be a height to reach
though mental starvation is there
the need to feed is nowhere
inspiration is a battle
excitement would be better
norms are stable
but the motion will change that

bit by bit it drifts
it's in age that the sight is far
maturity makes you see
that what the motion does is tear
ok I get it, now it is clear
regardless of any effort
when the motion is fate
the speed will increase
and by the time you realize
the time will be lost
the separation would be clear
the drifting would have taken it's course

bit by bit it drifts
yes it drifts...

The Need

The need

 

He sat there gazing

His heart was empty
His mind was playing tricks on him
He looked dead
One could see through the hurt
The hunger for better
The void that needed to be filled with meaning

He has a need to speak

The need to explode and define
He felt like running away
But the walls were too close for that to happen
He fought in a cold war
Where white flags did not exist
The need to get out of the war
Let it be known that people can see

His mind still didn’t let him be

While his heart was pounding against his chest
The need he had, had him bruising
This hurt could not be defined
He’s the only one that could feel this

Words failed him

Actions exposed him
He is left mentally naked
As he wonders off between the pain and the need
What could set him free?

The power he thought he had vanished

Look at him
Look at how hollow he seems
The hurt has ripped him apart
Anyone can see through him
Though he tries to keep it together
The weight is more than he can handle

He is not a runner

Though he is short tempered
He still decided to sit there and gaze
The war is far from over
But he has no ammunition left to stand firm
The need is too much to bare
His feet are cold
But his body is burning with the desire to stand up
This is sad
Sad from close and even far

The need the man has is not written on the walls

There is no manual he could read
There is just blankness
There is no light
There is no hope
In his eyes all he could see is defeat

He tried to stay strong

But the world he’s in is not fair
They say time tells while it heals
Well he has non in sight
The need has left him not believing in a lot
The blood flowing inside him is not the same

A cold war is fought in vain

The pain is too much for him
Look at him
Look at how he is seeking for that need

The need to smile

The need to be excited
The need to see the world he chose in a different light
The harder the thought
The harder the reality

The need

The need

What does love do?

What does love do?

What does love do?

When the heart is no more
When the mind doesn’t see the same
When time changed internals
When it showed you what you never thought you would see

What does love do?

When the time is over
When you never want to admit
The pain will not change
When thoughts of excitement are tales
When happiness is nowhere
When steps you take forward are pointless

What does love do?

When the pillow you adored becomes your nightmare
When the warmth becomes cold
When mirrors even fear looking at you
When walls could just crash you for fun
When nothing seems to make sense

What does love do?

When the bed is suddenly bigger than you know it
When every song hits your heart
When the love of loving vanishes
When there are no words to describe
When days just come and go
When the need to smile has you hanging

What does love do?

When tears will not save you, so they pointless
When headaches become norms
When spoken words pierce the heart sharp
When the truth is denied
When reflections do not look the same
When every room feels like a cell

What does love do?

 

Believe

in the mist of it all
in the deepness of that fall
the width it sprung
the thoughts it shows
the distance don't matter
the finish line is clear

sulk deep
breathe harder and see
hope and believe
the light will shine
and all will be fine

the concept of holding on
scratching your head
pulling your hair
you trust and think hard
even words don't matter
the puzzle not matching
the pieces deep inside shatter

want to fly away
past the sadness
of the choice we made
one way or the other
we will find a way
internal battles surfaces
it's a way not found
take a look at all these faces

beat, beat
punches hard
feel, feel
tears you apart
mute.....

the mist will be clear
that light will shine
that wall will brake
and that water will flow
it's in all that fear
that we seek the utmost power
believe so we say...

this wall

 

the writing on the wall

the ink is faint

wall not straight

letters falling apart

sentences not making sense

 

bet you I wrote in tears

missing so many words

it's dark

and yet I write

the wall is slippery

I need a cloth

 

I can't even find the door

I'm on my knees

the question marks

the light I need

 

I can't keep writing in the dark

I can feel the ink in my eyes

eye balls black

retina lost it's colour

this is a puzzle

Botshelo should finish this off

 

I'm tired

I'm restless

 

maybe I should move one brick

maybe I should add

this wall is my protector

this wall I need

bang, bang

need to feed

 

give meaning

the dark will fade

the wall will still stand

writing I keep at it

i'm tired

 

my heart is heavy

mix ink with tears

walls with the dark

brake you.

 

3am

as dark as it is
as hollow as it feels
the weight is on the arm
the heart is too heavy

I ran in the dark
I hit walls
rolled on the floor
kicked the door
and the sponge of the bed let me

I have pins cutting
knifes are weak
soul burning
fire is cold
tears fell
eyes swollen
words skipped
while the heart ripped

in need of some rain
the drought is ought
stomach shrinking
the floor is picking
legs floating
and I'm drowning

the dark speaks
it speaks and I'm listening

SCREAM

words will eat you
words will make you forget the point
words will make you just wanna......!!!!!

the feeling inside is powerful
the depth of it all is heavy
deep inside your being will lie a room
a room full of words
words that cannot be articulated normally
they engulf you so strong
but one day, the beast must leave
one day one needs to let loose

let the words speak
let the scream be felt
let those words live
unleash your inner most power
and just let loose.

words will kill you inside
the feeling of knowing what you want to share
the feeling of wanting to slap a soul
the beast will grow
like an atomic bomb, it will form
and one of the good days
it will all be seen and even felt

let it go
let it be

SCREAM
so loud that you brake walls
so powerful that you leave yourself blank
these words will not matter after
only to the receiver will they squander
these words
these words

stop accumulating words
use them
that's my 2c and change.

Between

Between.

We look clear
we look hard
we seek
even though we don't find.

the spaces are measured
the distance is unjust
though it leads nowhere
all should be captured.

we look for a way
we look for light
we go up
and descent down.

every molecule works hard
not to think
but to analyse
we take steps forward
and question the past

between everything, we still lust.

Thoughts

THOUGHTS.

It's with everything in me that I get to think of this. It's been a minute.
When you realise that you have more people who love you and yet you still find an ignorant bone in you.

These thoughts are burning me inside.
But these thoughts are making me smile.
These people I keep seeing and having around me, surely do mean a lot to me.
Be it love or ride or die type thing.

Thoughts that need no caption,
Thoughts that are shared as equal.
My friends (as small as my circle may be), my family and everyone else that have no title but still bring change and meaning to my life.

The other day I saw peace, I felt peace and wish it lasted.
My thoughts still bring joy, though some times they deep in a cave.
Some times I even search for a mental way out.

My thoughts, these thoughts.
Do they matter, always.
Should we follow them, well find them.

Rock

Rock

dance to your own music
make it yours
make your own rules
that when you brake them you won't feel bad

let the tune move you
let the beat lead you
but never let it control you
move with it
brake something
things are there for a purpose

live your life your way
let people tag along
but don't let them dictate you
or even how you should dance

run off stage
catch a breath
and come back harder
this is yours, own it
this is yours control it

toxic love

 

What is this?

Where did this come from?

How do I even begin to explain it?

What the hell...

 

Our love is dangerous

Our love is platonic

Our love is toxic

and this love will kill

 

the depth of the feeling

the feeling that cannot be explained

the sentiment that cannot be shared

the love that should only be shown

the heart ache it will bring

 

this love is sore

to the heart and to the mind

to the soul and to the core

the deepness of it all torments

 

we will always seek for change

we will always seek to see a difference

but that difference will not matter

if that difference is not based on it all

this love I mean

 

it is the most crazy feeling

words cannot even articulate

makes one feel like an animal

well even they have love

love beyond what we can see

this is danger

 

one day it will make sense

but how?

if you are failing to even put words in order

thoughts that race in all directions

what will it be?

how will we see it?

the danger is there

and the more I type I can feel it

it's running through my veins

this love is toxic

 

from the core of my being

from the core of my soul

I know this is true

I know this is mad love

crazy love

dangerous love

and yet I still want it

 

I still want to feel it

I still want to see it

I still want it in me

for as long as it can be

because without it

these words have no meaning

these words will fall on deaf ears

and my heart will explode.

 

 

 

 

space

SPACE

space, what is space?
do we define space like the galaxy and stuff?
the universe itself
the emptiness that interlinks planets
the vast gap between 2 things
space, we ask, well I ask...

Wikipedia says: Space is the boundless three-dimensional extent in which objects and events have relative position and direction.

space
when you say you need space
am I suppose to think, you need the universe?
space that you need in your definition
might not seem precise in mine.
well the key point is that you need it, right!

people will give you what you need
the problem will be, will you handle it?
will you know what to do with it?
will it benefit you?
or is it just a lie?
space, you say! hmm!!

at times one wishes to provide
but yet again, don't get a chance to
people don't know what to do with space
I'll leave this right here, for now...

paint

PAINT

paint with words
paint with meaning
set aside the unclear
and fit in the puzzle

with every alphabet
every syllable
paint with direction
let it have a lead

those words will mean
thoughts will make a difference
ideas will fly
and the picture will be clear

paint
paint you
define you
people look for that
be you
people love that
while you paint
have emotions
like breathing let it have purpose

paint
use your words and actions to describe
differ in approach
and I thought it was a writers block
but yet again it's a writers blog

the end result will always symbolize the journey
your paint will show off
it will bleed
it will fall off
if you don't have a steady motive

paint
without it your existence is not there
take your time
let it take a while
the end result will be fruitful
beautiful, and worth looking at
paint

besides what else is there?
you live for one
you live through one
you live for some
and leave some behind
let it show
paint.

some of it will be pieces of something
some of it will be art on its own
what you want it to be
it will be
what you want people to see
they will see
what you want people to believe
they will believe

at the end of the day
it is about you and that paint
that paint that's a metaphor to your life
that paint that will be what you want it to be
that paint that will represent you
that paint you made
that paint you live in
that paint
that life
your life.

so paint your life, shape it to your perfection
it will shine and we will see it...

Blank

BLANK

I am blank to the words
blank to the thoughts
my mind is in mist
where all is not clear
time will not save
places will not cement
my thoughts are lost
in time and in place.

I do not know the depth
I do not know the distance
but I know the darkness
the lightless time I spend
blank will define it better
these are not windows to my thoughts
but windows to what I see

hollow
blank
narrow
blank
deep
blank

I am not looking for answers
I have not asked the questions yet
I am not looking for change
I have not seen where it is needed
I am not looking for help
I have not started helping ME

blank right now
in all aspects of the word, blank.
be it definition or description

need to fill this
need some music
need some beat
that will beat parallel to my mind
music that will sooth me
music that will fill this blank

I want to know
I want to feel
something, even if it is just a little
this blank is getting blank on me...

Jump

 

that's all we do

we jump

we never see the bottom

and never know what awaits us

but we always jump

we have hope and faith

we know the ground is far

and yet again, we jump

that's all we know

that's all we need to know

jump

 

life is never certain

days are never promised

what we do, is what we believe in

no matter how hard

no matter how painful

we jump

we jump high

we jump low

we have no idea what tomorrow holds

but today all we do is jump

we jump in love

and jump into the unknown

but we are the masters at this

jump

 

no one ever said it would be easy

no one ever said don't ever jump

we are beings of that nature

we jump to figure out

we jump to learn

we jump for change

even if we land in sadness

we will jump again

we do not let enigmas dictate us

but instead we run faster

so that our jump is higher

we jump

that's all we do

 

we land in the most awkward situations

the painful of them all

the most piercing

with deeper cuts

because we decided to jump

we jump that's all we do

hope and faith always pulls us through

we are testing species

the try out and fail

the hit the wall hard

the burn in it

and brake it down

type of human beings

 

the way down is refreshing

pumped up lungs

shaking feet

blown away

loving the risk

 

that's all we do

we jump...

 

I want family

I'm tired of looking for friends
I'm tired of questioning loyalty
I'm tired of trying to figure out
I want family

I want people who know who they are
People who know what they want
I'm tired of parasites
blood sucking vampires
I want family

We cannot base things on what ifs
We cannot grow while stuck
Be you and I'll be me
Well everyone else is taken
I'm tired of stupid questions
where, why, with whom?
I want family

I'm tired of trying to prove a point
I'm tired of inconsistencies
I'm tired of people who fail to grow
Worse they make it your fault
I want family

I'm tired of doing things that are one-sided
I'm tired of non believers
I'm tired of being watched
I get tired when they fail to be patient
I want family

I'm tired of people who want to drag you down
I'm tired of people who want you to be them
I'm tired of people who think the sun revolves around them
I'm tired of having to follow around
I want family

You want to be my friend
Know that I don't want friends anymore
I'm tired of friends, really I am
I want family

Emancipate

do it for you
do it with pride
lose those thoughts
unchain that mind
your brain is in agony
the steepness of it all
you are hooked
release while you can

it will pound
it will ache
it will wonder
and yet it will not find

set it free as it will save you
ripped thoughts will not care
will you bare?
they will be tight as they engulf you
no direction will be in sight
no feeling will be felt

unhook
unchain
emancipate yourself
as your sanity will depend on it
the swelling will go down
the breakdown will not spare
these cells need to breathe
let them, feel them, give them change
the distance between them is near
no pores allowed
difference is what we fear

in the long run they will pierce you
strangle you while they bring you down
let loose
as it will be your sanctuary
your peace
your sanity
emancipate and unhook
emancipate and free yourself...

PAIN

PAIN

 

It hurts to think

Hurts even more to feel

The idea torments

The pounding of the heart is heavy
The pain rises

The mind stumbles

Pores blocked in question
Fingers tingle
Scratches off the earth within
The pain is so bitter

It fights a war

That competes with the  mind
Ripped inside out
The heartbeat fades
The knock feels hard
The head is on fire

Every question without a mark

No grammar to this pain
This bag is punched
As well it should
The pain will not disappear
At the back of your mind it will settle

This pain is severe

That people will not see it
In silence it will be mature
It will feast like a parasite
What is this pain that cannot be described?

These overwhelming feelings that bring tears

Tears that do not drop because of shame
Damn this pain
Whole body trembling
Hairs at the back of ones neck wave…

 

LIFE

We never know
No one told us
What we do is just go with the flow
We do things because our minds were programmed to do so
We go with the flow

Even when we still know the flow will not be smooth
We still go ahead and flow
We have faith
We have believe
Everything we go through is not planned

We could be going in the wrong direction
Believe it or not
We will still go

Some things are not meant to be understood
Some things are not meant to be explained
We gun for the easy way
and we always get the hardest of them all

TRUST
We trust God not to lead us astray
We trust God not to give us what we cannot handle
The flow might have some smoothness to it
but it never lasts

As we never know how it flows
We could be approaching a fall
and not knowing the depth
the height
and what to expect
It will be bumpy
It will be rocky
and we never think of drowning

These rocks hurt
This water is deep
This flow is not steady
but we in it for the kill...

We always strive for change
With the flow we always wish to end up where it is better
Let there be light
When the flow is in darkness
Let the doors open
When the walls get too tight
Let there be holes
When we feel to breathe

Change will emerge
It will happen when not expected
Change will simmer and pull us through
This flow will still remain
These rocks will not move
But your mindset will be different
you might not know why and how
but your mind will be your salvation

This flow is an enigma
Be prepared
Be sure
And swim your way to a different place...

In Me

It is not the words that are heard
the actions that have been witnessed
the riots that will define us

It will not be the thoughts that are engraved
the history that was missed
the words that we all ought to have heard at some point

It will not be the people who lie to us
the people who wish to see us fall
the people who have failure in them like it's air

It will not be the doings of what today is
It will be the actions of what happened in the past
Africa is the mother of it all
and with every syllable and thought we know for sure

My thoughts will squander in search
My mind will erupt around ignorant people
people who do not think the past matters
My mentality will bring them to shame
My words will cut through them
My ideas will pierce they small brains
ignorance will not surface
recognition will matter

Africa spoke and some of us listened
the beauty of it all
the sadness it bought to us
the torture we endured

We grew up and we learned
we grew up and we saw what lies do to us
what fake people bring to us

It is in me where Africa is
it is in me where these lands grow in population
it is in me where we still allow to be dragged

Listen to the grounds because they speak
every heartbeat we produce is real
every thought we have should be well constructed
The lies will always be here
fakeness will always exist
what we do with it will change our thoughts
how we act should be different

Africa rises in me
Africa beats these walls in me
Africa erupts in my mind
not because I am young
but because some will still debate
some will question my knowledge because I am young
they will ask "what do I know"?
the very same people who preach emptiness
who lead our minds to nowhere

I listen
I absorb
I learn
I apply

Africa in me has taught me that
Africa in me has showed me that
age does not matter
knowledge does

"I am not African because I was born in Africa but because Africa was born in me"

Pieces

Every word will
Every action will
and yet again

No words will make it better
No action will erase
Pieces of me will fall
Pieces that look like parts of my soul
With eyes closed seeking from nowhere

You will not see
The image to you will not seem
The feeling will not compare
The head will be hanging
Thoughts will be piercing
The burning sensation is still

Move, Move

There is no other
There is no place
Burning particles will smell
The core will erupt
While the heart is holding you

All this will not be seen
The thoughts will not be shared
The felt ones will not shake the heart

I'm burning
You burning

Braking slowly
Pieces falling
Body still intact

What goes on within
explodes in containment
The eyes will be the reaction.

no questions asked

It takes a lot
It requires even more
The strength in question
The power used
Words will not mend
Thoughts will not save you

When you feel every inch of it separate
Pulls from both directions
And at that time no blood drips

Hope to keep it intact
But the power is too much
That moment wouldn't seem real
Skin torn with burning heat
Hand inside ripping,
and ripping

The pain is like ink
When you get used to it
The force is like "Hate"
That bares no tomorrow

Where do you want to go?
Where do you need to be?
Where will it be different?
Where will it be painless?

Exposed torture
The tighter it gets
Veins losing grip
popping drops that do not flow
It will hurt
It will not make sense
It will leave you hollow
When you feel it happen
You lose YOU

The pain will not let you be
Like shredding paper
Your emotions and feelings
Will split too pieces...

How

 

where do we begin?

how will you do this?

how do we mend this glass?

where are the pieces?

ripped from within

stabbed on the side

the structure still stands

the image still seen

but inside it is tortured

where will you begin

how will you put this together again?

words will not work

every chain of thought will not reach the end

the sound of it brake was missed

the force was too strong

then how will you fix it?

the pieces are shattered

scattered all over

the border will only limit

but it will not keep it intact

the feeling when it happened tore

all this was a shocker

the glass tried to hold on

as much as the heart do

it will brake to pieces

and it will still keep it's form

the veins will be blocked

the blood will wonder

the pieces of shattered glass

will hurt you even more

where do you start?

how do you mend that broken glass?

where will you find the pieces?

how will you put them together?

this is too much

a window was meant to stay intact

like the heart that was meant to stay sane

every word will not help

this is a glass

it brakes

it brakes hard

and the pieces will be hard to collect...

 

one day is one day

one day is one day
our hustle is still our grind
what today holds should not press us down not to see tomorrow
life is a gamble
we just need to be smart about it
one day is one day

it will all matter
the fruits will be tasteful
the struggle will pass
the pain will be better
just keep your head up
because one day is one day

God has no step child
he knows we can
he knows what we have is just a phase
keep at it
hustle through
grind like tomorrow will not come
because one day is one day

on that day the smile will last forever
the feeling will overwhelm you
just keep at it and keep your head up
there is no manual through this
there are no steps to follow
we just work with what we have
our mental strength is more powerful
because today we hustle and grind for that day
one day is one day...

Pressa, Phusha, Phanda

Do it now, do it right
let your hustle be your grind
let your mind lead you far
brake down those closed doors
don't let those walls engulf you
don't let no words pull you
don't let no soul drag you
brake free from the chains
let your downfall be your motivation
let bad talks be your leads
because they will always talk
do you
pressa
phusha
phanda

If you don't, who will?
these streets are cruel
these humans are dangerous
this world will test you
some will be enigmas
and some will be blessings
but if your hustle is on point
nothing will stop you
God has no step-child
if your time is coming
it will come, regardless your situation...

As she wonders

As she wonders

Her eyes were red from sleepless nights.
Her mind was polluted by words of disgust.

She was not to blame,

just a victim of circumstance.

Every step she took reminded her of her hunger,

the pain of not seeing the future.
As she wonders the streets in search of shelter, her feet swollen in the outcome of the kilometers she covered.

I stand out of sight and wish...

I wish I could do something.
Her future was thrown out the window by the very same people who bought her in this world.
Her heart is filled with indifference,

only if she could find a place to lay her head.
As she wonders, wonders and wonders...