Octavia Mothiba
(2015)
This poem is about a lady, gorgeous of course, who understands me better than anyone. With this poem I give credits to her that she will be mine forever on this journey of love.
Together we await the train of lov… In the station of our hearts And inside our souls huddle in but our minds go opposite directio… Is it love, is it love?
This pain is the main, part of my vein. In my blood it reigns, and my heart it strains. Something in me choke,
! Silent screams, dry tears Insomniac nightmares, sweet pain! Feigning shadows of your presence… ever fills the void space that you… mom raises me the way she see it f…
I am the summer’s sun A busting ray of scorching gold Too proud I am, it’s a silly rage At times I glare, and scold the e… Then summon clouds to make the rai…
Words that boom in my mind and blown by the wind, out there can find, one who’s too kind thoughts are odd,
So long I breathe The hails and storms I will ignor… let alone the blistering sun suffocating my skin On a cold winter’s day
Down in the dawn of the night Where my heart lies and my patience fades And letting-go upgrades My faith absorbed by the dark
She is a black gold Beautiful and bold Natural beauty she beholds Attraction she holds She is a black gold
Can we pretend? So that I can mend and renew my vows? For this opportunity I bow Not when but now
Pain wakes me up at night, it gets lonely and need some compa… And as I try to dive and drown in… it seem to have adapted and learne… Jo’burg! With its cement trees,*
What if books were music Which writers would be on your pla… And which book will you read every… Which writer would be your favouri… That got you hash-tagging and post…
When I’m dead Let my passing be a secret and be known to only those were cl… Honour my personality for being a… Invite all my friends, write them…
Like monsters, waking up at night I see death parade itself every ni… with carpet leading all the way to… GRAVEYARD I have seen how my mother watches…
Smiles glitter on my face. Memories fill up my mind. Tears roll down my cheeks. Time has passed by. I remember all those times,