Sense4MyThots

Love is not always on time but when it arrives, who can deny it? When it's in sight, who can hide it? When its lost, i pray cupid helps me find it. But why do we define such? Why do I call it "love" when it gives  me so many other emotions? When im jealous, it plants hate, unease and anger inside of me Yes, a devilish act this love bestows upon me But if we genuine and honest, this love could fill up oceans Then we'll pack our hearts into suitcases and sail East,  towards Cape shores,  And continue our quest for soul searching. Because the absence of love is like a mannequin dressed for winter, staring at the world through windows of a clothing store, warm on the outside but always cold when you look at the eyes, the inside. So please dont turn me into a mannequin. Because where there's no love, warmth never visits.  And when love comes knocking, i dont want to go looking for the nearest exit Running away from the best...

Look up at the night sky, listen with your heart, and understand what your eyes are whispering to you. Every star has to implode from within in order to start shining.  You are a warrior, forged from the finest steal, you are here for a reason, maybe you have found yours, or you are simply ignoring the signs. Learn not to resonate at the same frequency as layman, But learn to groove at the tune of your own drum, know that you are the creator of each beat and each rhythmic pattern. Dream your own dream and not the dream of the planet, remove yourself from the very same shackles that were used to restrain your fallen brothers and sisters. We were not born the same, so why should you let society try to mass manufacture our dreams, visions and lives?  Remove me from this dream and rather place me amongst forgotten faces in forgotten places. I am not of this Earth, I am rather, of God's creation. I am he and he is I, and no man or man made domesticatio...

Who are you? Are you proud of what you've become? Proud of the cynide filled bronchi you call lungs Nicotine in your veins that with every rhythmical pump sing CANCER And sure everything causes cancer, but you seduce it. You put on lacy red lingerie, that Chanel number nine and sing it some Otis Redding Are you proud that you've become the complete opposite of what your mother raised you to be? Does that make you happy? Does it fill you with glee? Are you pleased with yourself? The fact that your idea of fun involves being intoxicated beyond self recognition and not being able to recall the very events which you believe were a "good time" Are you happy at the girl who looks at you in the mirror? Do you see yourself and think "Aah...  this is what I aspired to be" Does the girl who looks back at you smile from the inside out? Or does she chide, look at you with discontent, make you feel inadequate because e...

I blocked my heart from all types of feelings,  It got so cold I even struggled when I tried to breathe in, Best believe me, you were never meant to make it into my heart, Somehow you crept in while a nigga thought we were outchea having fun,  So welcome to my world, are you sure you want to stay here  It's full of fears and dark thoughts, My fear of being alone has pushed all forms of happiness aside, If you are contemplating  being attached, just know I wanna hold you tightly  But I shut down or run at the very mention of emotion So when a tear rolls down your face, I'll probably be at your place with you right on my chest and kiss the pain away, But I cannot lie to you,  I will fall for you or I will not,  I will catch you or let your bones kiss the ground,  I'll be your blessing or I'll be a loving curse that you've found,  I have stood at the edge of the earth and I heard your voice call,  but...

Die Die a slow agonizing death Die and bleed out all the memories, amicable gestures, and the "i love you"s Be gone and let your wretched spirit not linger on and hover about Die and i'll watch you kick and scream, searching for a lifeline, anything to keep your damned soul from the claws from hell Die and I infact, will hold your hand as you take your last breath, as your chest contracts and retracts for the last time, as your eyes begin to blur and you can taste the non-existance that becomes you Bitter, isnt it? Die, Because your existance has served no greater purpose than to reek havoc in my life, terrorise my heart, and disorganise my dreams Die, Because what you give is momentary happiness that makes me crave an eternal joy that i will never attain Die and No, you will not be buried in a safety coffin, No If you ever decide to resurrect yourself you will still die Because the airtight casket in which you were buried...

Months have come and months have passed. It gets even harder trying to make something last because before you know it, its a blink of an eye and all is forgotten. It's said that time waits for no man. S4MT still lives. It might not be as consistent as it used to be but we haven't left it all for dead. Thats why we would like to continue from where we left off by introducing yet another talented writer from East London, who currently resides in Port Elizabeth. Mfezeko Booi is yet another writer/poet that will join the S4MT movement in sharing pieces of his poetry. This is just the beginning of greater things to come. We hope to keep feeding you with as much creative juice as we possibly can. Sonnets&Poetry will be back on your timelines from tomorrow onwards and we'll share Mfezeko's first pieces. Just to introduce you into his world of creative writing. If by any chance you read this and would like us to publish your pieces on our blog, send us an email at: sen...

She said that she would rather be dragged through the mud than fall in love, Would rather have broken bones and a broken skull than lose her mind over a lover, I told her it's about patience, don't worry girl you'll find the one, She said she had found the one, one two many times, Spent one too many nights with her heart aching, her soul shaken, and her body bruised, She told me that she had given up more then she wanted to, Told me about when she was carrying her developing offspring within her body, how he kicked her womb Till she heard her unborn's heartbeat fade away,  That was her one true love a dead bruised fetus, who from dust came and to dust did her love return,  I told her to believe, that her tears shall one day turn to tears of joy,  She told me of the cold nights she spent with rope in hand, how she was never afraid to leave this world,  She never understood why the sun had chosen to shine on others, while she got hailstorm ...

Scars.  Scars on his back. Constant bashing.  Constant sadness. Tears rolling down his face,  It's the same road all over again.  What a similar feeling.  Everybody needs him.  He screams,  for in his pursuit of happiness he is alone.  Just a lonely star in the cosmos, a galaxy full of stars, all just alike them but none resembling him. Constant bashing, constant scars on his back.  Whiplashes, whiplashes. Stop it. Stop it.  He is supposed to be strong. He needs no pillar. He was born alone and alone he shall die. By: | Mfezeko Booi |