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08/12/2025

A Lost Cause

Give me 1 reason to stay alive
One more word to believe
I'm tired of trying
I'm in a garden with flowers dying
I Need me a purpose to hold on
Do i really need to hang on
all these cuts
all these losses
In a fight and my opponent is my golliath
I'm just a lost cause
I swear no one will feel my absence
I mean no one feels my silence
My words carry no weight
They just float around through light
I'm a lost cause

By:
T.N.M.

24/11/2024

Dear son

I wish you wouldn't grow up
I know i prolly sound more selfish now
But hear my chat
I wish you wouldn't grow up
So i wouldn't have to let you face this world alone
No wait i know you'd be like a bird
And spread your wings too wide and too high
But i want to always hold you in my arms
Where you'd always fit
Protect you against everything
Like an Eagle
Hide you under the shade of my wings

Dear son
I wish you never really had to see the world
I know there's no way to stop that
It's called growth
But i wish your tiny heart was always mine to protect
I wish growth doesn't have to change you
Because sometimes life can hit the both of us
And because i have to trust you on your own
I'd have to let you go
When that time hits the ground
I wish i could be that ear that can listen
Without the essence of being a parent
But of being a friend for that's what you need

Dear son
I wish all these moments could last forever
Because now i still do know how to fix
Your broken heart
I wish you wouldn't grow up and grow over
My hands' reach
For now i can still hug you to take all your worries
Away
I wish you could only find comfort in my arms
Always!

Dear son
I wish you didn't really have to age
I wish i could pause all this time
Just so you could see no matter
What's the circumstance mama has your back
Before you could breath the world's air
I was once the one that supplied you with oxygen
And I carry in my heart always
You are a part of me and more
You are my peace

Dear son
Before anything else
You are my baby
And always will be❤️

By
Thully

24/11/2024

I need a voice pt2

I've written books
No one could pin point from where
I've let the pen bleed
Maybe i need a new fix
I wanna spit so much
Yet i don't even know where to begin
I'm choking on these words
My papers are all filled
My fingers are way too stiff now

"Say something!"
My voices hit louder than the music
"You know you've got a lot to say
Don't shut up man! What you scared of"
My head getting tired of being the only
Thing unmute
Maybe I'm scared i won't stop talking
Wait isn't that the whole point?
To speak my fvcking pain
To dance my sorrows to sleep
To drink all these words till they drown?

I'm like a waterfall that never stops falling
All 4 seasons of the year
Only i flow with all these words i cannot say
I know I'm not mute
"Hi!" I test if i can utter these words
"See!" My mind anticipates
Who knows maybe this can heal!
Wait isn't that the purpose!
Words are like music
This all just a chant to the universe
I think I'm tired of keeping quiet
These words are choking me now
It's like biting more that i can chew
I need a voice

By
Thully

08/06/2024

98.

I remember the first time I smoked w**d, the first hit felt like I was trapped in a gas chamber I coughed so hard that my friends started laughing.
On the second hit I knew I was in love with this s**t! On the third hit the blunt kissed my lips so hard that my eyes
turned Chinese and burned my finger tips, as it hurricanes to the palm of my hand and through my blood streams I saw my body dusting itself off from my Insecurities and pain.
I remember the first time I smoked w**d the experiences was beautiful...so was the w**d, dressed in green with a purple hat cigarette free just w**d and good music, just w**d and good music

12/04/2024

There will come a day where our bones will make love to the ground and the rain shall expose the nakedness of our skeletons. And the mud will have the pleasure of kissing our truths before we do,
Imagine us giving love a new meaning Imagine me romanticizing death just to show you that i love different.
There will come a day were our caskets will be sun-kissed and our bodies will be lying next to each other, "earthworms will be waiting and when our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit"
death will shrink us into two love birds , tire our souls together and poetry will allow me to write another piece titled EVEN DEATH COULDN'T SEPARATE US.

31/12/2023

A memory

A beautiful nightmare you were
A bliss of the most tremendous war
An amazing scent from the most troubled
Troubling flower
A beautiful day dream dressed like
The scariest nightmare
How could i dream of how we were
While we still are
A moment's memento
A dilemma in it's simplest form
The most dry waters in the deserts
Of all these oceans
A memory in its moments
How could this be?

By
Thully

13/08/2023

50.

I know on Sundays you normally go to church, but today I want you to burn down this church; my body.. I want you to
turn this body of mine into your own temple..I want you to take charge!! And charge me with this electrifying touch from your toungue, call me crazy but
I want you lose myself inside you ...today I need you to command me to shut the hell up!! Because you want to raise hell, cling your hands around my neck I swear I won't any noise I'll stay quite like a captured
CIA agent.
I'll treat your name like a song, it will be the thing I'm composing, at this moment don't moan just set this boy on fire, go back and forth, South and North, move like you playing horse riding,
I want you to slap your toungue across my face or suck the life out of me and I'll die from the fires of a girl who didn't go to church on a SUNDAY.

24/07/2023

Tired of patting my back

No it's no gonna be okay
No it won't stop hurting
I'm tired of these fake smiles
Who cares if I'm broken from miles
I just can't keep lying to myself
It won't get better
The pain just won't go away
And I'm tired of pretending
It's eating me out bit by bit
I don't think there's still a part
In me that's surviving
Can't i just lay for the last time
Maybe rest forever
Just to accept defeat

By
Thully

02/07/2023

I love how I've grown with my writings, how I'm able to manipulate certain events and turn them into a real life experience, make my readers relate to those events. Now I'm working on an article inspired by recent events in my neighbourhood; friends getting arrested, some turned into drug users, y'all know township politics, 🖤

25/06/2023

If

If i were to pour it all out
Will you listen
No wait are going to understand
I mean you'll duck the spears
And take the words will you?

If i were to get naked
Would you stare?
No i mean would you pay attention
Are you really gonna be looking at me
Or just me?

If i were to sink in the pool of my tears
Would you see my fears
No I mean would you pull me back up
Or you'll just pull me up?

If your hands were to touch my scars
Would really feel them
Or at least see their depth
I just want to know will this bleeding
Not cloud you
I swear i can't stop it
Maybe this much blood yearns
To form a painting in the wall
Do you see?

If i were to say it all
Will you be able to tell
Or you'll just tell
I'm sorry i just need to know

By
Thully

21/06/2023

39.

Seeing your Face after a year and a couple of months of not seeing you felt like the first act of a magic trick, the pledge. When I saw you I almost ran away like a shy shadow unfortunately your face still holds all the cards to my smile, I break into a little boy from a man, i lose myself between your eyes. I crack a lot of jokes when I'm with you so I could watch your lips break like my knees break at the side of you praying to you like you're all I have. Seeing your Face after a year and couple of months, my palms started breathing they wanted to survive from your skin for old time sake, for a moment I prayed in silence praying for time, praying to re-live all these memories of us. I'm still not good at talking but I have learned to dance with you through these metaphors and pieces of writing. I don't know when am i going to see you again but I pray for the Clock to tattoo it's time on our skin, I pray For another time to see you.

Sicelo | 🖤he wrote|Book of lies

18/06/2023

33.

On Sundays I don't want you to be far from me, but I want you to breathe, breathe in the skin of me, I don't want to survive from your kiss but I want to crush and burn, I haven't learned how to love you off my writings but I promise you that you'll always find pieces of you in my poems, I'm not really the vocal type of a man but I'll always slap my ink across your face. On Sundays I don't want you to be far from me i need you here with me, concluding all of your dirty ideas on my body, while smoking different leaves of w**d and get high from the fragrance of our uncontrollable laughs. You're brown just like that perfect African model, your eyes telling stories I never heard, I'll always remember the way you touch me, playing my body like guitar strings, and I'll make a sound a sheet of music you legs are permanent violin and I want to play them. On Sundays I don't want you to be far from me but I want you to breathe; breathe in the skin of me

Sicelo | 🖤he wrote|Book of lies

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