THE SAD THINGS IN LIFE

I. With a voice so low Only my heart can hear  Her... With a smile so daring  My eyes and my soul Close in with minuscule fear... Her... Her vibrant soul, Her uniqueness  And her eyes her eyes... Like the sea at night,  Like the deepest secrets One can never hide  Imbued with hue dark brown Light as it silhouettes  She stares I glare... Frozen without intent Her, this woman that I love This woman beguiling and cunningly smart She takes me where... "The antelopes roam" To a place in her- where I can never be alone. The moon of love resides in her wonderous beauty Beaming and gleaming this heart of mine Greasing to a softness the sweetness of a smile This one I love so ever deeply This one did not take me as a storm... She was the storm, the thunder and the lighting...  This one I love, this one my heart will forever be hers... And my soul infinitely lost in dreams of touching her soul... Her lips and her face She did not just bring love, She came as the...

 A father smiled and told me I wish I killed my daughters first, So they didn't have to see me kill their mother. His hands were bleeding, from the tight cuffs His face bloodied and eyes swollen  It seems the police had a talk with him... He smiled at me and said When you do write about me Please, tell them I killed myself:  I don't deserve to live, not in anyone's mind. It was a normal spring eve, in the hot sections of Giyani D When a man, Zaza Maswanganye (33) called the police after failing to kill himself... When the police arrived to his house unprepared for what he did not say... "I almost shot him dead, right there and there." Said S.Murena to SABC news. If I look at you and your eyes are red If I face your face and your face is pale, If I say nothing, why are your tears falling? We came here when the trees were full  And the grass housed the things we didn't call home... But we brought our smiles and birthed a haven We had this poetry that almost scen...

 If so, I will pray So all to a delight of soft paths My worries vanquish And never must i drown in anguish But if so, i will pray. Does God hold favor for I Depressed and unkind I bet he tires of me now  Same prayers of exhaustion Must i just curl and die  He never sends back an angel One to deem a keeper   So I await the reaper  Under the scenes of bloodied skies Where his lust for souls lies And i neither proud nor afraid This is where my soul is laid These sands of broken shattered hearts I recognize some to be my own But a heart too broken can never be mended So i look upon hell Cast a spell, curse the demons  They who bound my life and soul to such miseries of this earth I curse the one i told i loved  And whispered my love to them I curse the bruises and faded scars on my neck For healing and letting me go beyond that day I curse you, for reading this, and not asking me if i am okay.      Say Raynolds? Do you wish to die...?...

 Raynolds, listen i know you're hurting you smile and laugh but like old rocks you crumble as you giggle Raynolds i love you but you have to love yourself too you speak so lightly of misery you disregarded yourself so much that you dont even notice the depression Raynolds this is enough  You cry when you're alone  how empty and tough To threaten yourself with suicide poetry do you think it alright to want to die for acceptance dream only of you be selfish and care only for you can you tell how much suffering is there you cant you cant and it isnt fair you will die... Alone. and no one your kin  will send you away with songs -: But its okay its alright i don't mind a lonely death I dont mind a miserable end i will smile as i go as fake as it will be this hurt i will never show.

  One Day you just look up For no apparent reason but one Is God truly there? Does he see how much I bleed? How exhausted And empty I have become I heard about the girl who sent a prayer And along with herself to the place we yearn Was it too soon I wonder… What about me I pondered I am with a string holding like a ring So many promises of hope and life But does one truly die If they were already dead? I am screaming constantly at myself How ugly of a thing you’ve become How lonely and empty Unwanted and disregarded Why am I still here? If all I am going to do, every day of my miserable life Is ask that same question… She did not die, she found life beyond this one If only I was not a coward If only I had the strength To decide to not be miserable anymore I would live under the drowns of oceans And hang above the highest of peaceful trees Or peacefully watch in cold water as flowers bloom From the cuts above my wrists. ...

 I knew Shirley. She was young, beautiful and sweet And kind, you know, the kind of beauty  One travels roads and seas just to scribe, I knew her from the memories she painted With a stroke of a paint brush, she broke my heart  when the rain turned her smile into a sad frown that longs ever more for love... and a friend. --- I have been abandoned as a child Though i lived with my mother, She never strayed her love away,  Never from the things that weren't me I wasn't abused i was lonely. I wasn't deprived of food or her company, i was without friends and without a doll Like young girls my age, like Sarah and her barbies i was left to grow faster than i was meant, pushed away to a point the only one i did not wish for was me As a grown woman, i sought love. i was 15. --- The only love I've ever felt Was when Eddy Maake spoke to me He was what he called himself. a poet. With a tongue wrapped up in poetry His hands were possessed as he gestured paving the heavens He wou...