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Does He still care, When the innocent blood has dried up on the streets, And the bones of children lie dispersed in the wilderness? Does He still see, The tears of mourning friends, The sweat on the brows of broken men? Can He still hear, The cries of young maidens being stripped of their innocence, The breaking bones of mistreated mothers, sisters and daughters? Can He still feel, The loneliness of the unloved orphan. The rejection from the world of the crippled and ridden with disease? Can He still smell, The burning skins of misunderstood civilians. The decay of the bodies of long forgotten elders? Does He still love, The sinner who finds comfort in their addictions, The prostitute who finds her only happiness in the arms of her men? Can He still forgive, The thief who steals to feed his starving family, The murderer who baths in the blood of his mother's killer? By | Silindile Ngwenya |

You crazy bum You look at yourself from pieces of a broken mirror Trying to catch your eyes in motion You put your hand on your lips seducing yourself You look deep into your eyes Hoping to catch a glimpse of your soul You thinking ... "These pieces are beautiful " So many , broken , messy , dangerous but beautiful . Minutes turn into more minutes You smile crazy You smile for yourself You smile for him You smile for the world You're learning your own smile Trying to mirror your reflection from the world's eyes ... You frown Do the asian eyes Jerk your lips & reminisce Pout a little ... Then you admit at how goofy & weird you are ... Yes You Are Weird . Your mind & your face in one voice One voice in so many faces You say your name You say it more than twice You convince yourself you are them All of the faces on the pieces You are them .... Somedays you feel like them Somedays look like them Somedays you want to be them Som...

Pray , they say . Pray that your demons do not manifest. Find the light, they say. Find the good in this world and hold on. But, I am friends with my demons, and darkness is my home. And good can only be seen through the eyes of a child, Mine, aged and impure. Smile, they urge . Smile and show the world you are strong. Laugh, they urge. Laugh all your worries away. But, my smile will only mirror the cracks I have in my heart. And yes, I will laugh, till tears roll down my cheeks. So that the world will not be able to see that I am breaking down. Have faith, they encourage. Trust in Him, His time is perfect. Practice patience, they encourage. Perseverance grooms all man. But, I do believe in the Unseen, my demons are a reminder of that. Surely His time is perfect but I do not live forever. And my physical being lives under the oppression of time. Help, I ask. Deliver me from I. Bring Salvation to my soul, Before my demons take me to their home. By: | ...

Words fall to this page like leafs off a tree. Still ask myself, "What comes with being a born-free?" Is it a past we never had to see? Or Is it the present thats as bitter as salt from the sea?

Moon Light, The same moon light That makes my night sky, bright. I go all day thinking about you. Waiting... Hoping you come an hour early. But only at night do you show your face. Only when the sun is gone do you want to stay. Sometimes you smile from cheek to cheek. Sometimes you hide behind the clouds as you brighten up dark alleys, and Sometimes you look like a soccer-size ball hanging in thin air. Moon light, The same moon light That makes a dusky sky worth my sight. I cant think of a better place id rather be, Than in space, In plain sight, sharing the gallaxy with a cluster of stars. I sometimes stare into the sky, searching for my star. Stare into the sky as if i were staring at her. Her, being the star i can collide with. A collision better than The Big Bang Theory. Midnight moon light, Show me the milky way. The path that leads me to your soul. Her soul. Because living out here has become a useless cause. And all i want is to get away. Escape... B...

A rush of adrenaline with every stroke of artistic mashochitic creation. Could it be another untitled master piece on the horizon? Or just a cliché? Caused by the lack of substance in his mental maybe? Sometimes I feel like a young Charles Buwaskim But love is my escape. These sheets are our prison bars Trapped inside each other 25 to life. I could do you forever & ever But fuck it ... I mean fuck poetry , emotions , word play & shit. Why film your life in words when you could really live? Its twisted though, cause even your favourite film has a script I look at these words and feel stripped Exposed to those with minds so sharp they're confused by their own thoughts ... But if its blood that you want. If its war that you want. Just look up the crystal moon. I don't do poems  for you no more. I don't do poems for you no more I don't do poems for you no more. I don't do poems for you no more This This just ... The voice inside my head , t...

God's creatures, With godly features. Dont stare too much into that mirror. I know it must be hard for you, since you always feeling blue. And use the mirror to alter your mood. But what's sad to see is that even if i told you, you beautiful. You wouldnt believe me until you stood in front of a mirror. As you murmur: "Oh mirror, mirror on the wall" "Who is the prettiest of them all? Tell me ill make Kings fall to their knees" Thats all i ever hear these days. A year ago i thought it was all a phase. But here we are, still rewinding the same tape. God's creatures, With godly features. You sit in your nest like a bird with no wings, Your eyes tell me you scared to take flight because you've been told its a long way down. But have you forgetten? Forgotten that we learn from picking ourselves up. So before you leave your nest today just remember, Like birds, we need to stay above ground, Fly high enough to stay above clouds. Becaus...

Ancient Love, they might have called it. Deceased, they might have proclaimed it. Within the two parallel universes, grew a flower A forgotten seed of past memories. Appreciated only after a small infinity. Through swirling storms and sunny summers, The flower concieved in barren land still grew. It roots, The sole connection between the parallel universes. Its Co-creator watched it whither through starly gates. In a leap on faith, he plucked it from its cosmoral ground. Only to watch it bloom in his healing hands. "A miracle" , he called it. "A future within a past" ; "Life in death" , he exclaimed. Moved by the abrupt energy spawned by the being, With the healing hands. Another of the flower's Co-creator was inspired. Even between galaxies and separation of time. Each creator believed in its creation. Planted in a world that niether could fathom. Reconciled once more, under a sole purpose. The flower grew more radiant than be...

Sense4MyThots would like to introduce a new addition to the movement. Sonnets&Poetry is a segment that'll focus on just poetry.  From the help of our guest poets,   Slindile Ngwenya and Sive Njana, S4MT will be sharing their journey of sonnets and poetry. We hope our readers will enjoy this segment because these people are really creative writers that have allowed to put themselves out there. -S4MT