Thursday, April 5, 2012

Masked Pain by Mgcini Nyoni


Image - vi.sualize.us

Glossy  lips
burgundy lip-gloss
lavender
strawberry...cherry
lip-gloss and a smile
hiding the kisses and
the happier moments
that are now nights of pain and tears
glossy lips
hiding pain and heartbreak...
and the soft, deceitful kisses
that seemed magical then...

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Yesterday by Vokal DaPoet



the empires of our infancy,
the rocks of our childhood,
and the streams of our adolescence,
are gone-
soaring with the wind-
they have been trampled upon-
obliviated.
and our empires are now gardens,
the rocks mere pebbles
and the streams only storm drains-
the house of sand collapses...

the promises of our infancy,
the potential of our childhood,
and the hopes of our adolescence,
are gone-
soaring with the wind-
they are trampled upon-
obliviated.
and our promise is now a distant dream,
our potential plain wishful thinking,
and the hopes only immature fantasies,
the house of sand collapses...
trapped living out of time,
despairing,
wishing to turn back time,
the house of sand has collapsed.

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