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Its our story by Keileng Junior

Its our love affair Me loving you and you loving me The things that lovers do In the roller coaster ride called life Our fights as passionate, as our love making In a crescendo, we spit venom When we hit...

The Drug Of Condescending by Sihle Ntuli

The true essence of a condescendant descendant Is the one whose ego is at the source, Itches scratched by the compliments, Fiendish friction feels good but they say it's bad, Addiction to ego rubs and scratches while it leaves dents,...

to he who i wish could read this poem by David wa Maahlamela

wish these words were parcel-bomb explode in his face when he read this poem, burning are my hands to grab him with throats till he vomits his racial gall, so he can understand that this world is not his father’s...

running chameleon by David wa Maahlamela

flourishing flowers of destiny grow on soil of the past, the reason why back my head i turn: with rotten eggs i was fed, beacon and cheese i’m expected to vomit. how i wish hearts were rubbish bins to be...

No longer you by XorPoodleKong

In my vacant heart, lies shattered dreams, of the nothingness, that I call me. In my broken mind, torn apart at the seam, lies useless nothing, that I call me. You ripped me open, took away all my dreams, these...