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 Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Pamela
People do not come with a
paper back book filled with
things we will learn to love.

We figure out who we are
from the ones who are around us.
From what we read and watch.
People are confusing and hateful
I thought we were Gods children?

But who am I to be talking.
a  atheist of some sorts.
I myself do not believe in god
but those who do, shouldn't be so
so serious.

A book written long ago
should not be taken
to heart.
It should just be a guide
to people who are lost.

I am lost
yet I do not believe.
I will find my own map
someday.
Posted: Oct 26th, 2014 at 11:40 P.M.
 Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Prodigy
This is the last time I’ll see you,
the last chance to tell
just what it is about you,
that’s captured me so well.

I came so close to saying,
I came so close, you know.
How I wish you were staying,
but perhaps it’s best you go.

Maybe I’ll move on now,
now that you are gone.
I’d say I’ll forget somehow,
but we both know I’d be wrong.

They say first love never dies,
how am I to know?
Love- a word that never applies,
emotions that never show.

I said I don’t believe in love,
it’s simply not for me.
But then push came to shove,
and suddenly I could see.

You’re the perfect one for me,
but, alas, I’ve let you go.
To point out the things that we could be
is the lowest of the low.

Love is still shrouded in doubt,
at least for me, for now.
But so close to learning what it’s about,
you slipped away somehow.

This is goodbye, I’m moving on,
I hope you’ll understand.
I’d like to think that with you gone,
I’ll return from this dreamland.

This is goodbye, this is farewell,
it’s been fun indeed.
I hope you’ll return with stories to tell,
Something tells me you’ll succeed.
A poem I wrote a little while ago which is, unfortunately, still relevant.
 Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Elioinai
Today I observed the flaming trees,
The flakes of gold drifting in the wind,
Like sleepy fairies,
And I thought,
I want to die like a maple,
die like an aspen in the fall,

as my strength is stripped away,
the underlying poetry of my veins is exposed,
and the tough skin peels back,
to show my unsung melodies,
Every note!

and it is a song,
blending beautifully with the cosmos,
Oh, that I would die like a tree,
when you see my barren body,
remember my last red moment,
full of auroreatic brilliance,
 Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
stargirl
what will become of me when i die?

will my body offer itself up
to the lost, and lonely stars?
or will i spend eternity in heaven
maybe even possibly hell?

will i just decay
in a wooden box underground?
or become a ghost,
and haunt human lifeforms?

when we die,
do we become something,
or nothing?
death is such an interesting topic, honestly. none of know what happens to us when we die
 Oct 2014 Zanele Tlali
Jord
Is it unusual to hate life
before 20?
To not understand why
we pretty up for a party?
To focus on things that maybe
aren't JUST about me?

Is it unusual to daydream
at night?
To wish for wings, and like birds,
take flight?
To get up everyday,
and feel like
i'm losing this gift of
a fight.

Is it unusual to see everyone as a fake,
only acting, for monetary intake?
To look through old lenses,
in a new frame,
and take a dive into
my own lake?

Is it unusual to look out my window to see only plastic?
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