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Don't you dare look at me with those eyes
You don't own my body anymore
Not these freckles that litter my skin
Or the bruises that ink my calves
Your big blue eyes were never there to fall in love with me
But rather to teach me a lesson
The lesson being that before I fall in love with anyone else
I must first fall in love with myself.
i never thought
i was the type of girl
whose tragedies turned into fears
until i caught a glimpse
of my demons
creeping back up on me;
this time,
they came from the reflection
in your eyes
instead of his suffocating tongue
 Apr 2014 Zanele Tlali
Dakota
Pages
 Apr 2014 Zanele Tlali
Dakota
Pages: by Dakota Pizzi

We are nothing more,
than words on lined paper .
Who are you,
A poem, a sonnet?
In pencil or permanent?
I find myself to be in script.
Looping ups and downs,
But persistent.
Like threading wires chained along the sky along the winding road,
Meant to be moving ment to keep going.
Meant to say what I say,
And be as permanent as ink,
But never looking back across my many pages.
I used to believe in destiny
I used to believe in fate
I thought I'd end up at just the right place
And everything would just be great

I used to believe in honesty
In speaking up for what you believe
I thought people would value the truth
I didn't think that they would leave

I used to believe in people
That deep down everyone is good
That's why violence, cruelty, and abuse
Were things that I never understood.

If there is good in everyone
Do people just choose the bad?
Do they decide that life is more fun
When your goal is to make others sad?

If being honest is always best
Then why does it create drama?
Arguments, attacks, and insults...
Why not save ourselves the trauma?

If there is really some higher plan
Why do so many people end up falling flat
People are bullied, abused, homeless
Tell me, what kind of master plan is that?

I used to believe in destiny
Maybe I was just naive
I used to believe in the good
Now I don't know what I believe.
So this is a bit more negative than the poems I usually share (in my opnion) I almost didn't share this one...but I liked the layout a lot so I figured...eh why not. Anyways, sorry for the negativity everyone! <3 Hopefully my next poem will be a bit more positive <3 :)
Also sorry about the lame title...this the first time ever that I couldn't come up with a one word title that was exactly what I wanted it to be...
But I refuse to break my tradition of one word titles lol. So I'll have to settle for a mediocre one. Anyways, hope you all enjoy the poem dispite the negativity.
My Mom and Dad done told me
Sister Sally said the same
This poetry writing day and night
Is getting out of hand

I'm always thinking of a new rhyme
It is that I can use
And when it comes to poetry
That's all I want to do

These days I'm getting nothing done
With my chores around the farm
When this poetry all got started
I didn't see any harm

Now the chickens are in the pasture
The cows are in the coup
Guess it was bound to happen
When you mix poetry in the stew

My teachers they done told me
The guidance counselor told me too
I'll never get anywhere in life
If poetry is all I want to do

Now I no longer do my homework
And I no longer go to school
No need for Arithmetic or History
When all I want is poetry

Cause that's what it is I'm good at
Pretty much that and nothing else
Just give me pen and paper
And poetry is what comes out

So as I go about my business
Working the rhythm into the rhyme
Leave me and my poetry be
Can't you see we're doing just fine
 Apr 2014 Zanele Tlali
Liam
do not be alarmed
minds melt over ideas
these are growing pains
I write for my strange obsession for the darkness that lingers from the Gallow of my mind.
I write for me, I write for you.
I write for the comfort it gives me, like a soft velvety hand but instead... A pen.
I write to see the night threw.
I write for the thoughts which would classify me mad in daily conversation but when it's poetry...... It's nothing but a poem.
I write to express my feelings when I'm longing for love or fear.
I write to hide from reality
I write to stay real.
For those who ask why I write I'll probably just say, I like to,
But for those who want to know the truth... I'll write it for you.
Poetry is that flutter in your heart
Poetry is when you finally get a start
Poetry is...... child birth
Poetry is your search for self-worth
Poetry is concrete, and the cracks within it
Poetry is what the DJ is spinning
Poetry revolutionary or cliche
Poetry is experienced day by day
Poetry is my scuffed up wood floor
Poetry it the newly-cleaned **** on my door
Poetry is the meeting, the breakup, and anticipation
Poetry is the person, the feeling, and the situation
Poetry is worked on, poetry is rushed
Poetry is neat, or grammar that's ****** up
Poetry is new or heard before
A million different ways, or possibly more
Poetry is heaven, poetry is hell
Poetry is nouns and symbols

Is poetry the words, the rhythms, or the feelings?
Or is it the process of personal heeling?
Poetry is all, poetry is a blanket
Poets are poetry and I'd like to thank them
For true poets know it's not a competition of words
But an embrace of the the different layers of worlds
that exist within one conscious being
and the makeup of things whether suppressive or freeing
or the concrete unemotional state of a thing
But even to a poet that leaves a ring
whether emotionally, or within the lack-of
(see concrete vs. crack, written above)
I don't know why I struggle so hard with writing right
because in the end it's not black or white
Instead poetry just IS with it's existence
It's up to you if it's poetry or if it isn't
A poem may be tacky, but that could be the twist
Poetry isn't vague, just has it's own way to exist
Shout-out to "Hello Poetry", we, poets stand united
It's a state of poetry whether or not you write it.
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