Rhymedies for the Soul

10/07/2017

My mind was made up.
I had neatly packed my heart in the safety of its ribcage.
I never let anyone who came by anywhere close to it.
I was happy.
Do you know that "I'm at peace" feeling?
Well I had that.
That "life is good " type of vibe, I possessed that.
Then all of sudden it changed.
In a matter of minuets things weren't the same.
It was not butterflies that I felt.
My heart wasn't skipping any beats. I don't think it wanted to miss any moment between you and I.
You, you came by and my heart automatically moved all the way down to my sleeve.
So when I touched you I ... Wait, I can't tell you, not that I don't want to but because I don't remember, I just know that I was mesmerized by how you felt.
I don't want to beat around the bush so I am just going to come out and say it.
I don't know when, I don't know how, and I don't know why.
But somewhere along our conversations everything went silent.
When I snapped back into reality I realised that I am in love with you.
I am not the type to wait a long time before uttering those 3 magic words because my affection will not be measured by time.
I'm not the type to learn to love.
My heart is on my sleeve now let's be gentle when we touch, go wild with love, be intimate with each others souls.
I told you I'm all in.

01/10/2016

Attending the DURBAN POETRY SHOW today.
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06/07/2016

I've got pot holes in my mouth
So forgive me when I speak with my tongue tied. Alright?

Yow,I've got pot holes in my mouth.
That needed to be filled with the truth from your heart,but you fed me lies instead...Conscious of my insecurities,
You took my keys unlocked my fantasies
And pulled the strings to the core of my being.
Scared broken and Naïve,I found comfort in the way you put letters together & made them make sense.

This s**t is intense.

I've got pot holes in my mouth...

Not knowing what lies ahead I believed you & fell for it again & again...& for days on end I ate & I ate & I-ate
So,Excuse me if I Burp abruptly coz I'm all FED UP with words I chewed straight from the horses mouth.

I said I've got pot holes in my mouth!
Eroded from the toxic love reaction, every move was fatal,I need an extraction because my teeth are too sensitive to withstand the plague caused by your deceiving tongue that kissed me goodnight,

And Every night.

Every night you sang me a lullaby that I could never go to sleep without reciting the words to it in my heart.
You made sure that I forever needing & yearning for you're lies.

Now I've got pot holes
Pot holes in my mouth so I can never tell you that it's over

Coz I'm addicted to the lies...

By Philile LayLay Masondo

06/07/2016

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13/06/2016

In the safety of my head I write letters to you, of how the sun light bends on your skin, taking extra care not to burn you,
Or how the wind curves around your body to make space for you to walk.
The only way this makes sense to me, is seeing you as a mystical creature. You know the one, it's name rhymes with p**n, it has a perfectly placed horn in the centre of its face.
But these letters never reach you because the addiction won't allow them to.
We are skilful masters of the art of disappointment. After each lessons we compare bruises we laid on each other.
You always know where to stick the knife. And I always know which bone to break.
But we don't quite know which words to say.
So I guess we will feed this addiction with pain killers and tear drops on pages with lost words.
Every time I see you, I think, today is the day, but then I fall back into my head, and you walk past, leaving a trail of your scent which latches on my nose, sips in my body, crushes my lungs.
I can't stand the smell of your skin; it doesn't smell like lavender or jasmine but it's you. Although I can look away my eyes don't stray too far away from you.
We are skilful masters of the art of disappointment.
I feed my addiction while you feed your addiction

By Siphamandla

12/06/2016

They asked me if I was over you.
I said "no". I have never even tried.
They were surprised and asked why am I so happy. I told them I have no reason to waste life crying for someone who might not remember the meaning of my kiss, the smell of my hair, or even the pace of my smile.
But if you were to come back I would welcome you with open arms but my heart will forever rest the safety of my rib cage. I'm never letting you break it for the second time.
They asked me if I was over you and I said "no" with such a beautiful smile.

12/06/2016

I'm going to be trying my very best for this page to be a platform for young poets, story tellers and all the other forms of art. If you want to get your creations out there please tell me know and that will be achieved.

24/05/2016

Paradisum
"Take me to paradise"
EXT Industries is proud to present to you Paradisum. A collusion of music and poetry that moves the soul. You have a chance to be part of this massive youth driven project, showcasing the talent of tomorrow today. There will be massive coverage of the show

Auditions:
Date : 27 May 2016
Venue : Durban High School
255 St Thomas Road
Musgrave
Durban 4001

The show will run over 3 days. .. 2 will be at Seabrookes theatre and the final at the BAT centre

11/05/2016

23/01/2016

I was born to love the question is were you born to be loved??

14/11/2015

I'm a work of art.
My own definition of picture perfect.
Black and white was all I had known.
On white paper I made black stains.
The pigment of your skin determined the size of paper and how free you can let your pencil dance to the rhythm of your heart beat.

I'm a work of art.
I discovered a rainbow while i was playing with crayons .
And noticed black and white are never part of the combination.
I can never be restricted by pigment.
White on white doesn't make another colour.
Nor does black on black.
But black on white makes coloureds right.
I mean black and white makes another colour right?
It makes gray...

If we stop letting things such as gender, race or even sexuality get the way
we would find out that the mixture of primary colours will create new colours.

I'm a work of art.
My date of birth was when this master piece was created.
Every line or dot is never out of place it's where it is supposed to be.
And every tear that has fallen on my canvas was carefully placed there for a reason.

I'm a work of art.
A master piece.
I'm the artist but most importantly I am Art.
When I'm in stage.. I'm my own art gallery.

I AM ART!

06/09/2015

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