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.
She is a black gold Beautiful and bold Natural beauty she beholds Attraction she holds She is a black gold
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?
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
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…
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
This pain is the main, part of my vein. In my blood it reigns, and my heart it strains. Something in me choke,
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Before the eyes of the watchers our love was a shining star. We portrayed Romeo and Juliet like Aladdin and a genie.
Smiles glitter on my face. Memories fill up my mind. Tears roll down my cheeks. Time has passed by. I remember all those times,
Can we pretend? So that I can mend and renew my vows? For this opportunity I bow Not when but now
Let my heart be, a dancehall for… and yours be, the music. Let my mind be, an art gallery and yours, capture moments of our… Let us be, to the public
! 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…
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…
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,*
Never shall I Forget this year. Never shall I Forfeit this memory. In my mind it hiss
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…