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Just writing what my Face and Actions couldn't show...The tales of my Desires and Nightmares...🖤
Welcome to my little world of Thoughts and intakes in the world...🤍🖤

30/11/2024

Poem Title : The voices (Part 2)

'HIGH'

The voices in my head scream in torture,
Burning the land that they inhabit.
The voices in me get louder,
Just to break the fourth wall.
It gets worse when I am high.

I can hear every word of every secret meetings they hold against me, despite my favor.
The Voices get louder after every blow,
Watching as I waste myself into lunacy.
The voices get louder after every smoke,
Watching as they hold the mic.

They watch as I become weightless and without full control,
They rejoice as their plans succeed.
Being high is a vessel for them to speak clearly to me,
And oh, how I wish that I turn the speakers off.
Being high is entertaining for them,
For they laugh as I get wasted away without strength or might to run away from them.

Do acknowledge what they say to me when dawn strikes,
But fear, for they found a portal to daylight.
I need help from what is within,
For who could I turn to...
When I get High...

26/11/2024

Poem Title : The Voices (Part 1)

'Don't open the main door'

Nathan Mlokoti

I keep on hearing these voices in my head,
A constant reminder to take in my meds.
I keep on hearing these voices that tell me what to do,
But each time I do I take a step closer to my tomb.
I won't lie at first I was happy to have this company,
Thinking for once I had things that accepted me for who I am,
But each time I listened I felt as if I was better alone,
For each time I listened they became aggressive, depressive, possessive as if I was repressed for who I once knew.
It's been two years since I've seen the light of peace and quiet and maybe I won't...but for those who still hold peace as their light...when a stranger comes in knocking in late at night...Don't open the main door

22/11/2024

The Woman : *TO THE LOVE WE HAVE AND CHERISH*

Nathan Mlokoti

We've only been together for a year and a half,
But I've never been more certain of someone as I am with you.
My heart has been broken too many times,
But seems to have found comfort in you

*L* aughter seems to get in the way of every conversation we have
*U* nity has been a necessity of every obstacles we've faced
*T* reasured are the moments we have together
*H* appiness has been a mask we wear everyday
*A* bundance is the love we share so deeply
*N* atural are the smiles we share
*D* eep is the root of our love
*O* bstacles are just mountains we tend to climb

Oh how I wish our love would climb through every mountain and prove to be true,
To prove what's meant to exist in us all,
And, Oh, how I wish you'll come back to me,
To hold my hand and tell me everything will be alright,
To look in your deep brown eyes as we sit in silence

The picture on the wall will always be a symbol of our past and a better way for our future,
A future to which we'll spend together,
In salute to the love we have and cherish...❤️

22/11/2024

Poem Title : *Can you be the one who waits...?*

Nathan Mlokoti

They said I'd know it if it's meant to be,
When I've finally met the one to lift my pain,
and ever since I've met you, I've become weightless.
If this isn't true love then let me perish,
For there's no other place I'd rather be than where you are now.
For if this isn't true love let me perish,
Let the gods curse me and turn me to dust,
For there's no place I'd rather be, than to see you in my arms once more

I have never thought for a dull moment that I'd be captured by something strange and unseen as Love...
A curse created by the gods to weaken men,
and I've fallen victim to its presence.
Oh, how I curse the day you spoke to me,
for I've fallen drunk by the sound of your voice.
Oh, how I curse your tongue,
for I've been captured by the promise of your words, like a spell made by a cupid.
This love has made mockery of my pride, and I've became an outcast of my region.
For some unknown reason,
you became my territory and land.

Like cats and dogs we fought (fight),
But as love birds we came back together and worked it out.
As humans that we are we learnt from our mistakes, and we set a better difference for our future

That picture on the wall isn't any flaw but perfection,
A symbol of hard times and strength,
And that needs no intervention or intellectual forces to stop this interaction that we both have.

This love questions reality as it is and bows to no mortal,
This love is an example of what was meant to be in this world of predictive moves, like a game of chess where all pieces are in defense of the king while the queen has many moves to make.
This love defies reality and brings forth expectations of the unknown.
On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need,
In this long distance, can you be the one who waits for me...for us...for love...❤️

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